#type: headcannons

[livvymd]

Everyone Thinks They’re Dating—They’re Not. (Yet)

First pub golf - george clarke x reader. (Chapter one)

idk im bored so i thought id make a series I guess??

The night air was chilly, and Y/N couldn't shake off the nerves swirling in her stomach. She had done plenty of collabs with ChrisMD, ArthurTV, Arthur Hill, and Chip, but George Clarke was a new face. They had talked here and there through group chats, but she'd never met him in person. She stood outside the pub, trying to steady her breath before walking in.

"You're going to be fine," she told herself, adjusting the straps of her bag. "It's just a pub golf, nothing to be nervous about."

Inside, the pub was warm, filled with the buzz of chatter and laughter. As soon as Y/N stepped in, Chris spotted her and waved, signaling her over to the group already gathered around a table.

"Oi, Y/N!" Chris grinned, standing up to pull out a chair for her. "The gang's all here!"

She smiled awkwardly, her eyes scanning the group. Chip was already animatedly discussing something, ArthurTV was laughing at something Arthur Hill had said, and then her gaze landed on George Clarke. He was sitting quietly, sipping his drink, with an unreadable expression on his face. He looked different in person—taller, more intimidating in a way, but not in a bad way.

"Hey, George," Y/N said softly, forcing herself to meet his eyes.

He looked up, offering a polite smile. "Hey, nice to finally meet you in person. Chris has talked about you loads."

The awkwardness lingered for a second. Y/N shifted in her seat, trying to ease the tension she felt creeping up her spine. She wasn’t sure how to break the ice with him, but thankfully, Chris filled the silence by launching into the rules of the night’s pub golf event.

“Right, we’ve got our first challenge—let's get to it. Y/N, first time, so we’ll go easy on you.”

Y/N chuckled nervously. “I don’t even know what that means, but okay.”

George grinned, his eyes twinkling a little. “Don’t worry, it’s more about the fun than the actual competition. Though, we do tend to get a little competitive. You ready to show us how it’s done?”

She shot him a smile, relieved he was being friendly and easing her nerves a bit. "I think so... I hope so."

The group moved to the first bar in the pub, and Y/N felt the tension between her and George slowly start to fade as the night wore on. They weren’t quite at the point where it was smooth sailing yet, but they started making small talk here and there. George wasn’t flirting, not at all—but there was a certain warmth in the way he spoke, like he was genuinely getting to know her.

At the second bar, the drinks started flowing a bit more freely, and the atmosphere shifted. The laughter became louder, the jokes more ridiculous. Chris, always the instigator, pulled out his phone to record.

“Alright, let’s see who can do the best impression of a famous YouTuber,” Chris challenged.

Everyone groaned, but George stood up first, dramatically adjusting his posture before turning to Y/N. “I reckon Y/N could pull off a ChrisMD impression,” he teased, his voice playful. “What do you think?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Me? I think you’ve had a few too many, George.”

George grinned. “Maybe, but I reckon you can do it. Go on, give us your best ChrisMD.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the request was, but she stood up, setting her drink down. She exaggerated every part of Chris’s usual antics, throwing in over-the-top commentary about football and making everyone laugh. Even George, who was still sitting back, seemed impressed as he leaned forward.

“Okay, I’ll admit, that was pretty good,” George said, a smirk on his face. “But I still think I could beat you in the impression game.”

“Sure, mate,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes, but there was something in her voice—something playful—that made George’s grin widen even more.

They carried on like this, teasing each other back and forth, slowly starting to feel more comfortable in each other’s presence. The alcohol seemed to loosen everyone up, and as the night wore on, it became less about the competition and more about enjoying each other’s company.

At the next bar, everyone was significantly more drunk, and the playful jokes kept coming. Y/N had no idea when the mood shifted, but at some point, George started calling her “pet” in a teasing tone. She wasn’t sure if it was just a joke or if it meant something more, but every time he said it, her heart skipped a beat.

“Come on, pet, don’t be shy,” he teased, nudging her as she hesitated to take a shot. “You’ve got this.”

She laughed, trying to brush it off, but she couldn’t deny the weird feeling that had settled in her chest. It was a nickname, a joke, right? But it didn’t feel like just a joke. There was something in the way his voice softened when he said it, something in the way he looked at her with that half-smile.

As the night grew late, the tension between them seemed to build. George started calling her “poppet” too, and she wasn’t sure if it was just drunken flirting or something more. There was a teasing edge to his voice, but there was also something sincere in the way he said it. He was enjoying her company, but so was she—and for a split second, the whole room seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of them.

“You’re a bad influence,” Y/N muttered, her words a little slurred.

George leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Me? I’m just helping you loosen up, pet.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or excited or both. She wasn’t sure if he was still joking, but the playful vibe between them had taken on a different tone. It didn’t feel like just a joke anymore—it felt real.

As the night wound down and the group began to stumble out of the pub, George pulled her aside for a moment, his hand resting casually on her arm. “You know, I didn’t think we’d get on so well,” he said, his voice low, sincere, with a hint of something she couldn’t quite place. “But I’m glad we did.”

She nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, me too. It’s been fun.”

The group began to scatter outside the final bar, everyone full of drink and laughter, limbs loose and stumbling as they tried to figure out taxis and directions. Y/N zipped up her jacket against the cold, cheeks flushed from a mix of alcohol and the lingering buzz of the night.

“You heading back alone?” George asked, his voice quiet but clear amidst the noise of the street.

Y/N turned, blinking at him. “Yeah. I don’t live far, I was just gonna walk.”

George frowned slightly. “I’ll walk you, if that’s alright.”

Her heart jumped a bit at the offer, but she kept her voice steady. “That’s... yeah, sure. If you don’t mind.”

“I wouldn’t offer if I did, pet.”

There it was again—that nickname. Her lips twitched with a half-smile, and they started down the pavement together, a little quieter now that the group had broken off. The air between them felt more focused, more personal. Every step away from the others made it feel a bit more like something.

“You were a good sport tonight,” George said after a moment. “Didn’t even act like it was your first pub golf.”

“I think the five shots helped,” she laughed, pulling her sleeves over her hands. “That, and you lot being ridiculous.”

George chuckled. “We’re definitely that. But you fit in alright. Proper natural with the chaos.”

She glanced sideways at him. “You think?”

He nodded, sincere now. “Yeah. You’ve got this way of being... calm, even when everything’s mad around you. I noticed that.”

Y/N’s throat tightened slightly, caught off guard by the comment. No one had ever really said that to her. And the way he said it—soft, like he wasn’t just throwing words around—it stuck.

“Well,” she managed, brushing hair from her face, “you’re a lot nicer than I expected, if I’m honest.”

George raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know. Bit colder? Maybe a bit full of yourself?” she teased, nudging him with her elbow.

He snorted. “Charming. So glad I made a great first impression.”

“You grew on me,” she admitted. “Especially after you started calling me ‘pet.’”

George glanced at her, a small smirk playing at his lips. “Yeah? You don’t mind it?”

“No,” she said, quieter now. “I don’t.”

They stopped in front of her building. Her flat was on the corner of a quiet street, streetlights casting long shadows. She turned toward him, suddenly hyperaware of how close they were.

“Well. This is me.”

George nodded, then hesitated. “I had a really good time tonight. With everyone. But… mostly with you.”

She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah. Same.”

There was a beat. Just long enough for something to settle in the air. Then he rubbed the back of his neck, a little bashful.

“Would it be mad if I asked for your number?” he asked. “Just... I’d like to text you. Maybe hang out again. Without the golf and the camera crew.”

Her heart leapt, but she tried to play it cool. “That wouldn’t be mad.”

She handed him her phone, and he typed in his number, saving it under George Clarke 🍻. She couldn’t help but smile.

“I’ll text you,” he said, passing it back. “So you’ve got mine too.”

“You better.”

He lingered for a moment, then offered a soft, “Goodnight, poppet.”

Y/N didn’t say anything—just smiled and stepped inside. And as she shut the door behind her, she leaned against it with a quiet laugh, heart racing, cheeks still warm.

Not a bad first pub golf.

[clemmmmmmmmmmmmmm]

Batboys x alien!reader

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Scenario: “You’re an Alien, But They’re Falling for You Anyway”

You crash-landed on Earth during a low-stakes invasion and never left. You’re trying to understand human customs and hide your powers.

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Jason Todd x Alien!Reader

• He’s suspicious at first. “What do you mean you don’t have blood?”

• Accidentally falls for you after you save a kitten using telekinesis and then ask if it’s “a young Earth predator.”

• Loves how unbothered you are by danger. “That guy had a grenade.” “Yes. I ate it.”

• You don’t understand flirting, so he keeps trying increasingly obvious moves until you finally ask, “Are you trying to initiate mating rituals?”

• Sweet Moment: You ask what “love” means to humans, and he just… freezes. “That’s a loaded question, space princess.”

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Dick Grayson x Alien!Reader

• Thinks it’s awesome you’re an alien. “Can you fly? Do you glow in the dark? Can you talk to trees?”

• Teaches you how to dance and says things like, “Just follow my lead — Earth style.”

• You mimic him for fun, but accidentally do a perfect impression of him mid-mission. He loses it.

• Constantly curious about your world. “Do you have art? Do you have pizza? Do you have me there?”

• Sweet Moment: One day, you shape-shift into his form to understand his “human perspective” — and he sees it not as mockery, but trust. “You’re trying to understand me the way I want to understand you.”

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Tim Drake x Alien!Reader

• Realized you weren’t human after you accidentally turned invisible in the middle of a stakeout. You just said, “Oops.”

• Becomes obsessed (lovingly) with figuring out how your biology works. He makes you do science with him in the lab like it’s a date.

• You speak a language that sounds like hummingbird static, and he learns to understand the tone shifts.

• Extremely flustered when you tell him humans are “visually inefficient” and that he is “especially pleasing in shape.”

• Sweet Moment: He makes you a communicator that automatically translates your real thoughts into English — because he wants to know the real you, not just the version you think humans want.

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Bruce Wayne x Alien!Reader

• 100% stoic mode activated. Doesn’t flinch when you say you’re from another galaxy. Just says, “You bleed green. Got it.”

• Makes you go through twelve training tests before trusting you. You pass them all in minutes.

• You confuse idioms constantly. “Killing two birds with one scone?” He just stares. “Close enough.”

• Deep talks about humanity that end with him awkwardly patting your shoulder. You patted back once and accidentally dislocated his arm.

• Sweet Moment: You save Damian and nearly die doing it. When you wake up, he’s at your side. “I’ve seen a thousand kinds of strength… yours is the rare kind.”

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Damian Wayne x Alien!Reader

• At first: ”Tt. Extraterrestrial filth.”

• Then: You stab a guy with your tail to save him — and suddenly you are “adequate.”

• You don’t understand sarcasm. He says something mean and you take it literally. The guilt ruins him for three days.

• You ask him to teach you “Earth courtship.” He writes a 12-page manual and pretends it was Alfred’s idea.

• Sweet Moment: You show him a flower from your home planet that only blooms when someone is truly trusted. You grow one in your palm just for him.

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[stephforl1fe]

Over the years Bruce keeps snacks in his utility belt and keeps different snack for his different kids.:

Dick likes fruit roll ups and pretty much any type of sweet gummy

Jason is more of a calorie dense guy due to his big stature and history of being malnourished so Bruce always has energy bars for him in case(though Jason will never admit he enjoys them)

Cass LOVES marshmallows. Doesn’t matter in what if it has marshmallows she’s down. Bruce wants her to have more nutrition than that so he packs cereals with marshmallows in them.

Stephanie despite what people assume is more of a savory gal and loves cheese flavored things in particular. Cheese itz, goldfish, Cheetos, doesn’t matter she loves it.

Duke is a fan of refreshing foods, so anything like baby carrots, fruits, or ants on a log. He likes a healthier snack, something that’ll give him plenty of hydration and fiber.

TIM ON THE OTHER HAND is a fan of the craziest trail mixes. He loved the idea of trail mix but thinks the usual is too boring so he make his own menagerie of foods. His usual recipe is something like: pretzels, pickles, non FDA approved sour gummies, and pop rocks laced with something (nobody knows what)

Now Damian despite what others might asssume actually has a HUGE sweet tooth, he definitely has a balanced and healthy diet but come on he was raised by “cereal is a valid dinner” Grayson. You’re trying to tell me he isn’t a sweets lover? His go to is usually some type of chocolates or a baggie of fruit loops.

[the-fbi-agent-in-ur-phone]

This is the shit Soap sends to the team at hours the Lord (and Price) does not approve of

In pigeon society, this is a symbol of wealth.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

A/N: Never cared about superman until this new trailer came out. I'm a Clark girlie now. It's shame there's not many Yan!superfamily content out there. I plan to write more but I figured i'd get some thoughts out there.

Warnings: DeadDoveDon'tEat| Forced family, yandere themes, kidnapping, manipulation ect..

Living with Yan!superfam would be the most terrifying experience in the whole wide world. Yes, Clark Kent is such a sweetheart. Truly the embodiment of a "gentle giant", there's not a man on earth whose kinder...but there's also not one who is stronger.

How frightening would it be to innocently deny your father of bonding time and hear him say---

"I didn't quite hear you. Could you repeat yourself, Honey?"

---and you turn around to face this six and a half foot brooding man who is towering over you with a sickeningly sweet smile....

You and I both know he heard you loud and clearly, he can hear someone laugh half way across the world. Papa Clark just wanted to see if you really had the audacity to repeat yourself.

OH and the fact he has telepathy? Clark has sworn on his life that he'd never use those abilities on anyone outside of criminals, let alone his precious family but there's times where it feels there's something rummaging through you brain.. picking at every little part.

--and it always seems to happen late at night, when everyone is supposedly sleeping.

Speaking of his telepathy powers, could you imagine him erasing parts of your memories? One time while he was holding you in his arms, all you could think about was your past...your real parents and siblings...how you wished his arms were theirs...

Clark's jealousy would overwhelm him and next thing you know you can't even remember much about them at all...

Or fantasizing about escaping while at dinner and having your train of thought ripped right from you as he silently watches you from across the table.. You know that there's something wrong but you can't quite place it and he finally speaks up

"Everything alright, sweetheart? You look a little disgruntled."

One thing Clark does is swoop you into his arms without much warning and flies. That seems like so much fun but you hate them. Rightfully so. Intentional or not, it's a reminder how helpless you truly are when in a blink of an eye you're thousands of feet up in the air . He'd never drop his precious daughter, but you don't know that. Not when he just levitates there, looking at you with a sickness in his eyes..mind racing and heart pounding. He loves you so much, what would he ever do if he lost his only girl.

Clark constantly pushes to be close to you and to be the perfect father. It's so surreal waking up in a "perfect" cookie cutter family. It's as if you were in some 1950's film about a nuclear family, everything feels like it's taken right from a script.

It really reminds you that they are aliens trying their hardest to conform to a human way of life. You feel bad for being so reclusive when it's clear that your Father wants your life to be perfect, but you can't shake the fear you have for them.

You would almost feel bad if they didn't kidnap you or could snap your spine with a single finger...

Oh don't get me started on your little brother Jon. He's just like his dad. Loving and full of sugar, until you do something to shatter the image of their perfect family.

You rejected playing with him and suddenly he's *literally* dragging you into his room to play Legos. Or you told him that he's "not really your brother and that you have a real family somewhere else." and He's blowing out your eardrums during a tantrum..

*never make Jon scream and cry, noted.*

Oh one time he threw an emotional fit so hard that he almost shot a Laser beam at you. He genuinely didn't mean to, he would never purposefully put your life in danger but he's still not in full control of his powers yet. Very blessed that Clark was there that day to settle things.

Yeah. The boy frequently forgets just how fragile you are. Clark is able to control himself in order to protect you and everyone else but Jon struggles so much. Accidental bruises and broken bones are a frequent thing in this household, much to Clark's dismay.

He can scold his son all day but when he sees his sister waiting for him to get off the school bus, he can't help but throw himself into her. Maybe its the pulling, grabbing, and yanking her a little too harshly out of excitement is the root cause.

He's always wanting to show of his powers in order to make you think he's cool and deserving of your love..

Lois is completely bliss to everything that's going on. She seems to be rather confused why you're taking so long to adjust but honestly I think Clark has her mentally wiped.

What if he only kidnapped you because he desperately wanted a daughter. Like Papa Clark gives off "girl dad" vibes but Lois couldn't have another. When he saw you, oh you were so perfect. He didn't care if you looked like him or not, you were his baby girl. You were perfect for this family.

[pukefactory]

After the latest Welcome Home update and the character development we received for Julie, I’ve felt a strong urge to write something about her—and this is the result of some frantic typing, haha! I really enjoyed working on this and have an idea to possibly turn it into a multi-chapter x-reader fanfiction, but I’ll only move forward with that if there’s enough interest. Feel free to let me know if you’d be interested. In the meantime, enjoy this little piece featuring our favorite monster.

-RUSH

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱ BABY, WHY DO YOU LOOK SO SCARED? ⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

❀ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring Julie Joyful Who Slowly Becomes Obsessed With The Reader

❀ Character(s): Julie Joyful (Welcome Home)

❀ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

❀ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

❀ Image Credits: @Partycoffin

✿ At first, it’s cute. She’s bouncing up to your doorstep every morning with a bright grin and a new game idea. “Wake up, Silly! The flowers said your face needs fresh air! I brought dice and lemon tarts and a spoon! Now we just need a blindfold!” You play along—how could you not? But over time, her visits start earlier. Then earlier. One day, you find her waiting outside your window before the sky has turned blue, waving and tapping her paw against the glass like a metronome. “Couldn’t sleep! I thought of a game! I call it Twilight Breakfast Tag!” She doesn’t blink.

✿ She gives you gifts. Lots of them. Handmade, glitter-caked, often vaguely resembling you. A sock puppet named after you. A spaghetti drawing of your house. A flower crown woven from plants you never planted. “The garden told me your dreams last night were blue. So I made you this! It’s a BLUE-DREAM BONNET!” You smile, say thank you. But later, you notice some petals in the crown are from Frank’s private garden—and he never lets anyone pick from there. “Don’t worry,” she says, when you ask. “Frank doesn’t mind! He just doesn’t know yet!”

✿ Julie always loved making up new games. But lately, the rules have been getting strange. You’re “It” now. Forever. No one else can be “It.” Even when you stop playing. Even when you’re tired. Even when you’re crying. “Oopsie daisy! You can’t quit! You’re the STAR of the show! If you don’t play, the Neighborhood goes dark!” Her smile twitches at the corners. She’s still cheerful. Too cheerful. But her eyes don’t sparkle the same way anymore.

✿ You used to hang out with Frank. With Eddie. With Wally. Now? Every time you try, Julie just… appears. She plops between you and Frank with an exaggerated huff. “Awwwwww, Frankie! You’re not keeping my favorite neighbor to yourself, are you?” Then she throws her arms around you and laughs so loud it drowns out anything Frank tries to say. “I’m just sooooooo jealous! We never play anymore! Let’s fix that! RIGHT NOW!” Her grip doesn’t loosen, even when you pull away.

✿ You tell her you’re busy one day. That you need time alone. Julie goes quiet for the first time. Her head tilts just a bit too far. “…Alone? Without me?” A beat. Then she smiles. “Well, that’s just silly! You can’t spell ‘JULIE’ without ‘U’!” That night, when you get home, your bed’s been made. Your fridge is full of peanut butter and honey sandwiches. There’s a flower tucked in your pillowcase. You never gave her a key.

✿ The neighbors whisper now. You hear Sally mutter something about “Julie being Julie again.” Frank’s been quieter, distracted. He asks if everything’s alright. You lie. But Julie’s not blind. The next time you try to talk to someone alone, she drags you off mid-conversation. “This is OUR Special Time! We can’t let the others get in the way of our bond!” Then she smiles so wide you swear her cheeks might split. “They’re just jealous! They don’t understand the RULES of this game!”

✿ Julie starts wearing pieces of your clothing. “You left this at my house!” she says, even when you know you never visited. “Smells like YOU! So warm and comfy and YOU!” She twirls around in your shirt, giggling like it’s the punchline of the world’s best joke. Later, you notice a cup missing. Then another shirt. Then your spare toothbrush. Julie’s room starts looking eerily familiar. You ask about it, and she says, “Well of COURSE I’m building a YOU corner! Every queen needs her co-star!”

✿ One day you find your name scribbled on the pavement outside your house. Over and over. Hearts around it. Smileys. “Julie + You = Forever!” in bold sidewalk chalk looping endlessly around your front steps. It wraps around the base of your home. Up the mailbox. Even over the windows. “It’s a Surprise Sidewalk Spectacle!” Julie sings, arms flung wide. “I wanted to see your smile first thing in the morning!” But her eyes don’t match her voice. They’re desperate.

✿ She starts talking to your reflection. You catch her giggling into the mirror in your hallway. “Oh! You’re such a card! We’re so perfect together! Aren’t we? Aren’t we?” She’s holding one of your shirts, petting it like it’s alive. You freeze. Julie sees you, but doesn’t flinch. “Shhh. Don’t interrupt! You were telling me all your secret secrets!” Her expression turns serious and her tone flattens. “And you said you’d never leave me.”

✿ The last straw is when you try to go. She catches you at the edge of the Neighborhood. Breathless. Still smiling. “You can’t leave yet! The game’s not over! Don’t you remember? You’re It!” You run. You don’t get far. The trees around the place are strange. Too twisty. Too bright. The sky doesn’t move right. Julie’s voice echoes everywhere. “Come back, come back, come back! I’m sorry, just—!” Then silence. When you open your door the next morning, she’s sitting on your porch. Covered in glitter and dirt. Cradling a piece of your torn clothing, whispering to herself “I’ll give them everything they want. I don’t understand why they keep running. Am I not enough?...” You had never heard her voice drop so low. Now you know that all her blunder, all her cheer, it’s just a facade and the Julie Joyful who was sitting in front of your house, back turned, was the real deal.

[softlypossessive]

♡･ﾟ𓏸 Sleeping With Them (Literally) 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, gn!reader ♡ Warnings: Fluff, comfort, implied bad dreams, physical affection, mutual pining?? maybe??, Levi being awkward™, clingy behavior, some light tsundere energy, protective vibes, some suggestiveness (Asmo’s default setting), Beel being The Best™ ♡ Notes: This was purely self-indulgent and born from a burst of insomnia and a deep need for sleepy demon boy comfort. No prompt, just vibes. Gender-neutral reader. Each brother reacts in his own sweet, awkward way—and yes, they’re all canonically clingy now. I don’t make the rules.

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🕯️Lucifer

 You find him still awake in the dead of night, seated at his desk, lit only by the glow of a single lamp

He's reviewing RAD paperwork with the usual stoic focus, barely glancing up when you enter

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, voice low, a touch concerned despite the neutrality in his tone

You nod, murmuring something vague about a bad dream, and instead of brushing you off, he gestures silently to the small sofa by the window

You sit with your blanket in hand, intending just to be nearby, and he lets you—doesn’t press for details, just returns to his work

Somewhere between the quiet scratch of his pen and the rhythmic turn of pages, your eyes slip shut

When you wake, it's morning. You're not on the sofa. You’re in his bed

The covers are warm, tucked carefully around you, and the scent of his cologne clings faintly to the pillow

His coat hangs neatly over the chair beside you, a fresh cup of tea steaming on the nightstand

He’s nowhere in sight, but you have the distinct feeling he didn’t sleep—just quietly carried you to bed when he saw your head nod

No one says anything about it later, but you catch him watching you a little longer at breakfast that morning

The kind of watchfulness that says: next time, just come straight to me

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💰 Mammon

He’s already in bed, hair rumpled, one leg kicked out of the blanket like always

You knock quietly and peek in, mumbling that you can’t sleep

His eyes go wide, then he fumbles upright, totally alert

“Wha—? You okay? What happened? You hurt?”

You tell him it’s just a nightmare, nothing big

He softens immediately, scoots over, and pats the mattress beside him like it’s obvious

“C’mon. Ain’t no bad dreams gonna mess with you while I’m here.”

You lie down next to him and he tries so hard to play it cool—arms behind his head, eyes on the ceiling

That lasts five seconds

He shifts closer like he’s not doing it on purpose, like you won't notice him curling toward you

When your hand brushes his by accident, he makes a strangled noise and goes stiff… then grabs it like it’s the most natural thing in the world

“Jus’ so ya don’t get cold,” he mutters, clearly blushing even in the dark

You fall asleep fast, wrapped up in warmth and the quiet muttering of “I gotcha, I’m here” under his breath

When you wake up, he’s out cold, drooling slightly, and clinging to you like a barnacle

You try to move. His grip tightens. You are not escaping

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🎮 Leviathan

You didn’t even mean to fall asleep

One second you were watching a cozy slice-of-life anime with him, head tipped against the beanbag, and the next, darkness

Levi notices right away

He panics internally. 

Like full-blown “I’m not equipped to deal with this cuteness” meltdown

But you look… comfortable. Peaceful. So he freezes in place

Slowly, carefully, he lowers the volume, gets up, and drapes his hoodie over your shoulders

He debates letting you stay there all night—but what if you get a crick in your neck? What if you wake up cold?

Eventually, he picks you up. Carries you. Cradles you like a rare body pillow

You don’t wake up

He tucks you into his bed, sets a Ruri-chan plush beside you for moral support, and flops onto the floor with a blanket and his headphones

When you wake up, it’s early morning. His lights are dimmed pink, the room is silent, and he’s snoring softly with a controller still in his hands

You stare at him for a long minute, heart aching a little at how sweet he looks like that

You don’t say anything when he wakes up an hour later, scrambling into an apology

You just smile and tell him you slept fine

He’s red for a full day

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📚 Satan

He’s in his room reading, legs folded under him on the couch, a novel in one hand and a mug of tea in the other

You knock gently, eyes tired, and when he sees your face, he softens

“Bad dreams?” he asks, and there’s no teasing in it—just genuine concern

Without a word, he shifts to make space, patting the cushion beside him

You curl up with your blanket, shoulder brushing his, and he casually pulls another throw over both of you

He doesn’t say much, but his presence is calm, anchoring

Eventually your head tips against his arm and your breathing slows

He waits a few minutes to be sure you’re truly out, then sets his book aside and just… watches you

Not in a creepy way—just quietly fascinated by how peaceful you look, even after the nightmare

When you wake, you’re no longer on the couch—you’re in his bed, under soft sheets

The book he’d been reading is closed beside you, and there’s a little note tucked into the pages with your name on it

You keep it

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💅 Asmodeus

He’s brushing out his hair at his vanity when you show up at his door, looking rumpled and half-asleep

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he coos, spinning around in a silk robe

When you admit you couldn’t sleep, his whole demeanor changes—still sweet, but softer, more grounded

“Say no more. Come here.”

He leads you straight to his bed, the sheets cool and silky, the scent of his perfume already comforting

You curl up under the covers while he finishes his routine—face mask, lip balm, a quick spritz of sleep spray

Then he slips in beside you, warm and gentle, his arm draped loosely over your waist

He talks to you in low whispers about nothing important—pretty things, soft clothes, silly gossip—until your eyes close

The moment you drift off, he goes quiet, tucking your hair behind your ear and watching your face with a look so tender it almost doesn’t feel like Asmo

The next morning, you wake up to a kiss on the forehead and a softly sung “good morning, sleepyhead”

He never lets you forget how cute you looked curled up against him—but there’s something genuine in his voice when he adds,

“If you ever need me again, you know where I am.”

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🍔 Beelzebub

It starts with you falling asleep in the kitchen

You’d gone down for a late-night snack, found Beel already there eating cereal straight out of the box

He didn’t say much, just gave you a smile and pushed the box your way

You talked for a while, then leaned against the counter… then slumped onto the bench… and then lights out

Beel doesn’t wake you. Just watches you for a bit to make sure you’re really asleep

Then he scoops you up, careful like you’re made of glass

You wake up halfway through the walk to his room, tucked against his chest

“You looked tired,” he says simply. “You can sleep here tonight.”

His bed smells like vanilla protein powder and fresh laundry. He hands you one of his shirts as a sleep top. It’s comically large

Beel climbs into bed after you and stays on “his side” at first—very polite, very stiff, very big brother energy

But the second you roll toward him, drowsy and half-mumbling his name? He’s there

One arm around your waist, tucking you in close. His chin rests against the top of your head

“I’ll stay up a little longer to make sure the nightmare doesn’t come back,” he whispers

He’s asleep within five minutes

You wake up entirely under him. Full body weight. He's warm. You can't move. He looks peaceful. You stay there

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💤 Belphegor

You creep into the attic room after a nightmare, not expecting him to be awake

He is

Barely opens one eye, gives you a sleepy “What’s wrong?”

You whisper that you can’t sleep, and he lifts the covers without another word

No teasing, no drama—just the quiet shift of space being made for you

You crawl in beside him, the star-speckled canopy of the ceiling above you

His arms find your waist automatically. He’s already half-asleep again

“You’ll sleep better here,” he mumbles against your shoulder. “I always do”

 Within seconds, he’s out cold

But you’re not. Not yet

You lie there for a bit, warm and stunned, because his breathing is deep and even and his grip is loose but protective

 Eventually, you drift off

When you wake up, Belphie’s draped over you like a sleepy octopus, your legs tangled, his head tucked under your chin

“Don’t move,” he mumbles without opening his eyes

You don’t

You fall asleep again

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[bvtchw0lfie]

Ty for the tag my crab 🦀 friend!! ♡

Ahaha, I mean....I like to chew, okay? I'll either dent it physically or I'll dent it by talking to you too much 😅

Tagging (no pressure to do this & no pressure to use your real name guys ♡) @lucif-her @sanftes-herz @ghostlament @plastiktonne @beekid @new-year--same-femme @satanlikedmymoxie @zekeen @anarchafemme

tysm for the tag @balladofareader!! 🤍

write your name/nickname in the character headcanon generator and see what you get!

wait so um...

npt: @mysummerchild @haeerizm @cowboylikemily @sarastellasari @dxstoeskyvjbess @whoo0sh + whoever wants to join!

[gochamc]

NINAKATE YIPPIE !!!

[bubbytheliverstealingskeleton]

Random fiddauthor thought but I think Fiddleford would end up proposing in the least graceful most nonchalant way ever

They’re walking through the woods catching moths and just chatting and the topic somehow lands on marriage. Fidds casually asks Ford if he’d ever wanna marry him just like in general, like is marriage something they’re wanna do or?, and Fords like yeah sure I guess, he doesn’t see much need in marriage but he guesses it would me nice. They continue chatting, about which finger is technically Fords ring finger, if that moth in their jar is trying to eat the others, along the lines of marriage stuff they end up talking about how many they’ve been to on which sides of families (Fiddleford has been to. Too Many. While Ford has been to exactly 2)

Eventually, in the most nonchalant way possible, Fidds just brings a ring out his pocket, and just hands it to Ford like well you said it would be nice so *shrugs*

[livvymd]

Suffocate Me Sweetly. | WillNE x Reader(MDNI)

very short, just something i wrote bc i was bored!!its bad.

The room was bathed in the soft, warm glow of the setting sun, casting a golden hue over everything. You and Will were curled up on the couch, his arm draped possessively around your shoulders. He was engrossed in his phone, the screen casting a cool blue light on his face, while you felt a growing need for more of his attention.

"You're so quiet," Will murmured, his thumb still swiping across the screen.

"You're on your phone," you pouted, tracing idle patterns on his chest. "I feel neglected."

Will chuckled, looking up from his phone with a soft smile. "Sorry, babe. Just finishing up some work emails. What's on your mind?"

You bit your lip, considering your next move. You wanted something more, something new, but the words stuck in your throat. You took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to speak. "I was thinking... maybe we could try something different," you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

Will's face lit up with enthusiasm. "Different? Oh, like a new movie or maybe we could try that recipe for chocolate lava cake I saw online. I've been wanting to bake something new," he suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. You wanted to tell him, but the words seemed to evaporate on your tongue. You changed your mind, shaking your head. "It's nothing," you murmured, looking away.

Will set his phone down, giving you his full attention. He cupped your chin, turning your face towards him. "Hey, talk to me," he said softly. "You know you can tell me anything."

You took a deep breath, your nerves getting the better of you. "It's just... I was thinking... never mind, it's silly," you rambled, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Will's thumb brushed gently against your cheek. "Nothing you say is silly to me," he reassured you. "Come on, tell me what you were thinking."

You bit your lip, gathering your courage. "I was thinking... maybe we could try something new, something more intimate," you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

Will's eyes widened slightly, curiosity and a hint of nervousness flashing across his face. "Intimate? Like what?" he asked, genuinely intrigued.

You took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before you could change your mind again. "Face riding," you blurted out, your cheeks flushing a deep red.

Will's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he looked taken aback. Then, a slow smile spread across his face as understanding and excitement dawned on him. "Face riding, huh?" he repeated, his voice a mix of surprise and desire.

You nodded, your nerves heightening with anticipation. Will shifted, lying back on the couch and patting his chest. "Come here," he said, his voice low and husky.

You straddled his chest, your heart racing as you felt his warm breath against your thighs. He reached up, cupping your face in his hands, and pulled you down into a deep, passionate kiss. His lips were soft and insistent, his tongue exploring your mouth with a familiar yet thrilling intensity. You moaned softly, melting into him, your hands tangling in his hair.

Will's hands roamed down your body, tracing the curve of your waist, the flare of your hips. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, slowly pulling them down. You lifted your hips to help him, your breath hitching as the cool air hit your exposed skin.

He broke the kiss, his eyes locking onto yours as he tossed your clothes aside. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

You felt a flush of heat spread through you at his words. You shifted your position, inching lower on his body until you were straddling his face. You could feel his hot breath against your most intimate places, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

Will's hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. He pulled you down gently, his tongue finding your clit with unerring precision. You gasped, your head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over you. He lapped and sucked, his technique expert and unhurried, drawing out your pleasure with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

You began to move, grinding against his face, your hips rolling in a sensual dance. Will's hands slid up to your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples through your shirt, adding another layer of sensation. You moaned, your body trembling with need.

Will's own desire was evident, his erection straining against his pants. You reached down, your fingers brushing against the bulge, feeling his heat and hardness. He groaned into you, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You continued to ride his face, your movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. Will's tongue and lips worked in perfect harmony, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap.

"Will," you gasped, your body trembling. "I'm close."

He redoubled his efforts, his tongue and lips working faster, more insistently. You cried out, your body convulsing as you came, your juices coating his face. Will groaned, his own release following shortly after, his body shuddering beneath you.

As you both came down from your high, you collapsed onto the couch beside him, your bodies slick with sweat. Will pulled you into his arms, his face still glistening with the evidence of your pleasure.

"You're incredible," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. "We make quite the team," you replied, your voice filled with contentment as your eyes fluttered closed.

[fablehaven-rulez]

awww

Haymitch Abernathy Headcannons

first time writing any headcannons PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK!!!!!

kinda short because i need advice on how to improve these <3

mentions of alcoholism

(shitty) HAYMITCH HEADCANNONS

- Haymitch who has never held hands with a woman until you and gets cocky over it

- Haymitch who sobers up a little bit any time you make eye contact

- Haymitch who WILL cut your supply off if you start to seem half as dependant as he is

- Haymitch who fought with you about his habit of sleeping with a knife and the compromise was to switch it with a butter knife

- Haymitch who kisses all over your face any chance he gets, leaving slobbery, stinky marks

- Haymitch who keeps ahold of you any time you're in public, no matter what

- Haymitch who will force the sidewalk rule from day one (even though there's no cars in district 12)

DISTRICT 13 HC

- Haymitch who fought Coin for weeks before you made it to 13 for your shared space

- Haymitch who held your hands to stop your trembles from the withdrawls even though he was shaking harder

- Haymitch who will squeeze you so tight it hurts when you're both trying to sleep off the need

- Haymitch who refused to assist Coin in anything to do with the Mockingjay project if you weren't involved, insisting he needed you as his emotional support animal

-Haymitch who lets you braid his hair to distract yourself

[clemmmmmmmmmmmmmm]

“Because loves such an old fashioned word..”

(Batboys x reader)

⸻

Jason Todd x Reader

• Soft on You, Tough on Everyone Else: Jason could be threatening a thug one moment, and melting at the sight of you in his hoodie the next.

• Late-Night Deep Talks: He opens up to you at 2 AM after patrol, talking about life, death, and what it means to have a second chance.

• Bookstore Dates: You guys have a standing date at a tiny, hole-in-the-wall bookstore café. You read while he pretends not to enjoy rom-com novels.

• Overprotective Tendencies: He won’t smother you, but if someone even looks at you wrong? They’re getting the Red Hood glare.

• Secret Softie: He writes you letters when he’s too emotionally overwhelmed to talk. You’ve got a whole drawer full of them.

⸻

Dick Grayson x Reader

• Golden Retriever Energy: He’s sunshine personified. Hugs you from behind constantly. Loves physical touch.

• Dance Dates on Rooftops: He’ll put on soft music and ask you to dance with him under the stars. You’re probably barefoot. He’s definitely in his Nightwing suit.

• Family Guy: He introduces you to everyone with pride. You’re his person, and the Batfam is just as important.

• Protective in a Healthy Way: Dick’s not jealous, but if someone makes you uncomfortable? He’ll deal with it with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

• Sweet Texts 24/7: “Thinking of you” texts. Selfies with Alfred’s cookies. Bad puns with crime scene photos.

⸻

Tim Drake x Reader

• Sleep-Deprived Affection: He falls asleep with his head in your lap mid-conversation. Often. You start keeping a blanket in your bag just for him.

• Tech Support Power Couple: You help him debug code or brainstorm cases. “Babe, you’re a genius,” as he kisses your temple.

• Obsessively Loyal: He may be quiet, but he’d move mountains for you. He doesn’t always say it, but he shows it in the small stuff.

• Coffee Shop Love Language: He knows your order by heart. Will bring you your favorite drink before you realize you need one.

• Overthinking Everything: Needs reminders that he’s enough. You often find yourself grounding him with soft words and touch.

⸻

Bruce Wayne x Reader

• Mentor Vibes: He sees something in you—maybe potential, maybe shared pain—and takes you under his wing.

• Silent Support: He’s not big on words, but he’ll upgrade your gear(if you are a vigilante) leave your favorite snacks in the Batcave, and check in with that classic Bat-look.

• Overprotective Dad Energy: Low-key monitors your missions and definitely makes Tim or Dick tag along to watch your back.

• Gives Advice Without Giving Advice: “If I were you…” or “Hypothetically…” is his way of guiding you without overstepping.

• Rare but Meaningful Praise: A “You did well” from Bruce means more than a thousand words from anyone else.

⸻

Damian Wayne x Reader (platonic/family-style, or romantic slow-burn)

• Grumpy Little Protector: Denies he cares. Will stab someone for you.

• “Tt. You’re incompetent… but tolerable”: That’s a love confession. Don’t argue.

• Teaches You How to Sword Fight: And gets flustered when you actually land a hit on him.

• Soft for Animals & You: You and Titus are probably the only two beings he trusts without question.

• Slow, Earned Respect: You had to prove yourself, but now you’re one of his favorite people. He’d never say it. But you know.

[laursdomain]

im bored so here is what i think the fourth wing men would call their significant other

xaden riorson

love

we already know that man calls violet that, so whats stopping him from calling other significant others that?

i feel like he'd also find a funny petname that has to do with ur name or an inside joke

his pet names hold so much weight & significance because its harder for him to show his love

garrick tavis

babygirl / babyboy

i will not be criticized on this

garrick tavis and derek morgan are the same person just different fonts and universes

bodhi durran

princess / prince

need i say more?

bodhi is definitely more soft & tender and will show that in his pet names

dain aetos

baby

simple, like him (sorry not sorry)

still holds so much love despite it not being original

probably uses a nickname from ur own name more, baby is for when your alone iykyk

ridoc gamlyn

100% creates a crazy ass nickname from scratch

its a nickname that annoys you, but only him can get away with it

prob smth like cupcake or buttercup

sawyer henrick

like bodhi i feel like he'd have a soft petname

lowkey feeling the name sunshine

has so much love for his partner, therefore sunshine

"you're my sunshine" -sawyer at some point

aaric graycastle

queen / king

again, i take no criticism

this man is the prince of navarre

hes royalty, but will always treat his partner as if they are "better" than him (idk the word im looking for)

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Warnings: DeadDoveDon'tEat| Yan!Dick Grayson, implications of psuedo-incest, yandere themes, bat!sis is an adult 19+ (bat!sis is really just me in disguise atp)

PLEASE HERE ME OUT ON THIS PLZ AND LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS.

I have to wonder to myself sometimes how Dick's partners would react to his obsession with bat!sis. I mean come on, you'd have to admit being a third party looking in on this would be pretty fucking weird. Imagine being super excited that this handsome guy you've been with for a couple of months is finally letting you meet his family. Great, right? You're in the Wayne's family bag! Yeah well, just imagine how deep the pit is in your stomach when you catch a whiff of the pseudo-incesty vibes going on there..

Say whatever you want about Dick Grayson and pseudo incest, boo. Yan! Dick Grayson just exudes this very....weird....energy. Even if he has no intention of being that kind of.....weird. There's just something in his DNA that causes him to be a fucking creep with his darlings. He cannot control it!

"Well Kira, why would you assume he would even make his obsession obvious? I think he'd hide it very well."

Okay. I see where you're coming from.

Here's the thing. I don't think on a regular basis that his partners would know about his yandere tendencies. He doesn't really mention his sis to his partners or anything. Anyone who's never seen him interact with her before wouldn't think that there'd be anything odd happening in that department.

But in person it is a whole different story.

Even if he restrained from touching her and invading her personal space all night, his fucking stare is more than telling. It's like second nature to him that he can't even register what he's doing.

The entire time at dinner his eyes are fucking glued to his bat!sis. Like i'm talking pupils FULLY dilated, unwavering and full of desire. He wants to interact with her and be affectionate,,,he wants anything from her.. it's pitiful.

Let's be real, anyone would peep that his eyes linger on his sis for what is way longer than could be considered appropriate. He looks at her with this insatiable hunger. It's insanity.

The way he even talks to her is...freaking odd too. The weird nicknames that feel almost too intimate to be using on your sibling?The inflections in his voice?? The pale hint of blush on his cheeks whenever you respond back? The poorly hidden jealousy when she interacts with anyone else in the family?? what is going on?

His partner could bring this up to him and he'd put on the dumbest act of his entire life. It's insulting. I will say though, his actions are really so "under the radar" that you cannot really pinpoint what is even so weird about it. I mean you *technically* can but it's easy for him to come up with a defense to "you stare at your sister kind of oddly". It's just one of those things and the entire family acts like his behavior is normal, he thinks it's normal, bat!sis is too traumatized and conditioned to voice any amount of discomfort.

I think any situation really where there's a family dynamic that crosses boundaries, it's always just so hard to call out. You're made to feel like you're the real creep here for seeing something more than "what it really is".

His date is just internally spiraling while simultaneously gaslighting themselves...oh babes it's a mess

I did want to humor the thought of him keeping his distance and just keeping from a far but I don't think he could last all night without slipping up.

Just one hug, he had to get one hug in because he's oh so "touched starved." Siblings hugging each usually aren't cause for concern but--

Bat!sis was at the kitchen counter setting down a stack of plates after collecting from the table when Dick came up behind her. Both of his hands rested on either side of her, trapping her in. His body pressed against hers, his face ducked in the crook of her neck,

" I feel guilty about neglecting you all night, I haven't even been able to give you a hug yet..."

Okay, sir. That's-- you don't fucking say that shit to your---

There isn't much time to register his words before he's got her in this hug that i'm pretty sure is only meant for couples. It makes bat!sis feel all weird and icky and she's stiff the entire time. Dick is the only one enjoying this but his partner doesn't care about that. Alarms and buzzers are going off in his partner's head, right now. If she wasn't his "sis", that'd basically be like cheating,,,,no????

I mean his lips were practically all over her neck,,,or maybe they are just really.....close.

Dick isn't fucking normal, everything about this situation is wrong but his partner is steadily loosing their mind trying to rationalize it.

What do you even do in this situation as his partner?? He doesn't even hold you like that....

Two thoughts on how this would be handled is,

Dick sweet talks and gaslights his way out of this somehow. This would be flipped on their head and they are the strange one for making an innocent relationship out to be something it's not. The Partner ends up apologizing and would forever think they're crazy as shit.

2. Dick cannot girlboss his way out of this hole and his partner ends up cutting them off because he's a creep with an obvious (and I use this term very loosely) "attraction" to his bat!sis.

secret third option.

Partner confronts bat!sis about the relationship. Bat!sis is fucking terrified and doesn't know really what to do. She knows Dick is weird, she feels validated that someone else sees that it's also weird, but there's no escape out of this hell so??? Bat!sis is dodging and avoiding everything because this would surely backfire on them if she confirms anything. But also can she really confirm anything if she's just as confused as his partner if Dick actually has inappropriate feelings towards her or if he just has this screwed up perception about how siblings are supposed to act since none of them are blood related???? Idk Bat!sis is embarrassed and is bolting upstairs the second she gets.

I don't know where i'm going with this but I always think about how others may perceive yanderes and their obsessions. especially in the Batfam since it's such a special case...