#fizz is best boy actually by the way

[diagonal-queen]

okay i need someone to talk to about s2 ep7 of helluva boss. someone talk to me about it. i need therapy. therapy about being a fizz kinnie this whole time and i just never knew? about how i almost vomited of joy from fizz and ozzie just bein themselves? how mammon had an aussie accent and there wasn't one dumb fuckin demeaning joke about that? how he's legit an actual fucking genuinely hateable villain?? how ozzie defended fizz (physically and emotionally) in that last fucking scene? how it portrayed the complexities of a deeply financially and psychologically abusive relationship from both an outside and the victim's perspective? how it portrayed anxiety and mental health in general? how fizzarolli?? how fizzarolli just existed?? how fizz and ozzie are so cute and the best? HOW THEY FINALLY FUCKING KISSED UMM ?}???/??? FIZZAROLLI??????? ALL THE CLOWNS???? THE SOUNDTRACK?????????????? IM A CLOOOOWN BITCH

[justalildumpling]

⇢ 3, 2, 1

synopsis: at this point of your pathetically unrequited crush on your popular friend, it didn’t faze you when you found out that he wasn’t going to be at the same NYE party as you. but when he suddenly turned up to come find you, did you start wondering that maybe you weren’t the only one with harboured feelings.

pairing: mark x reader genre: friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff word count: 2.3k warnings: swearing, drunkenness/mentions of drinking and partying, the word sex was said once note: lmao the way i’ve literally had this idea in my wip documents since like last year… anyways, here’s a little soft boi mark to start off your year <33 happy new year everyone!!

It didn't really make much sense.

Well, according to the resident drunkards Haechan and Chenle that is, being sober on New Years Eve.

Or any house party for that matter.

"It's literally free alcohol Y/N, why not make the most of it?" Haechan protested, cracking open another can of Jack and Coke, letting out a satisfied hum after hearing the bubbles fizzing up to the rim of the lid.

"Cause some people want a functioning liver by the age of thirty Lee Donghyuck," You rolled your eyes at the tipsy boy, clicking your tongue in disapproval as he downed the alcoholic drink in his hand, "And actually be able to recall all the not stupid things I did the night before."

"What? Like accidentally telling our little Markie boy that you're head over heels for him?" Donghyuck fired back, shaking the last droplets of the drink into his mouth before chucking it in the kitchen bin, "He's not even with us tonight!"

Unfortunately for you, the little devil man dressed as your best friend was right. Mark Lee was nowhere to be found at the party, though you couldn't complain as you were already notified of his absence last Wednesday.

You and your group of friends sat basking in the sunlight outside on the picnic benches of the park, taking in the rare appearance of the sun within the rainy week.

"What do you mean you're not coming to Lele's?!" Donghyuck squabbled, letting his burger fall onto the wrapper with a thud.

Mark merely shrugged, guiltily scratching the nape of his neck, "Johnny had already invited me two weeks ago and I said I was gonna go, sorry guys."

You frowned at the boy's statement, swirling the fry that you had stolen from Jisung's tray into the ketchup tub.

Though Mark was an important member of your high school friend group, it was hard to align your meet ups with his hectic schedule. Sometimes you couldn't seem to understand your crush in question, how he managed to juggle his school work alongside the university basketball team, internship plus a somewhat abundant social life was a mystery in itself.

Mark Lee was a relatively popular figure at your school, good looks, a chill and caring personality and godly talented at everything he did. It was no surprise that his inbox was flooded with invitations all the time let alone the holiday break.

Despite this, he always made sure to keep in touch with you, checking in with you about how your day had been or if he's lucky to squeeze in an ice cream run by the beach with you, which you very much appreciated and made your heart swell just a little bit too much than the average person, not that he ever needed to know.

As if he sensed your disappointment within the group's chaotic wails and cries, Mark reached over to give your hand a little squeeze, sending you an apologetic glance.

It was things like this which made up your hopelessly harboured feelings for the Canadian, making you think that it wasn't just you that had pathetically pined over him but being the nice guy that he was, probably treated others the same way.

Jaemin and Renjun though seemed to argue otherwise, whining to tell the clueless boy about your feelings, saying that there's no way that he wouldn't like you back before you quickly shushed them, snapping to keep their delusions in their heads.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" A voice broke you from your thoughts, causing you to peer up from your seated position on the couch, eyes trailing up the body of a boy to meet an amused Jeno.

He held out your phone, his cheeky grin growing exponentially the more you stared at his hands in confusion.

"Lover boy texted," He finally explained, nonchalantly chucking the device onto your lap, "Figured you'd want to know."

You grumbled, throwing the nearest pillow at the boy in which he barely dodged as he chuckled at your embarrassment, slipping off to the kitchen, most likely reporting the incident to his best friend.

Rolling your eyes, you unlocked your phone to find a couple missed calls from Johnny, unsent message notifications from Yuta and Mark's little message.

markie: hey :)

you: hi!! how's johnny's?

markie: too loud, yuta kept tryinhg to kisss me and johnny keeps bullyibg me markie: so i left

You giggled at his poor attempts at coherent sentences, covering your mouth with your hand to avoid the potential teasing from your friends.

You've seen Mark drunk a couple times, mostly at Johnny's parties after finals week. He was a cute drunk, clinging onto your figure rambling on about things which you couldn't quite decipher, in turn making him an easy target for the playful teasing from his seniors.

Which now that you thought about it, explained the random notifications from Johnny and Yuta, the two culprits behind most if not all of Mark's misery.

you: mark, are you drunk?

markie: no, im repsinsible heh markie: you're still at lele's right?

As you started to type your response, a loud groan was made from the left of the couch, causing you to switch your attention from your phone screen to Donghyuck sitting cross legged on the timber floors with Renjun, who was holding the infamous vomit bucket in front of his mouth, disgust ridden over his face.

"How much did he have tonight?" Jisung asked, almost horrified by the older boy's pitiful state from across the room. His eyes quickly darted back to the array of party mix lollies and the lukewarm pizzas displayed on the dining table, as unidentifiable contents threatened to spill from Donghyuck's mouth.

"We've already lost count," Jaemin resonated from the kitchen, his voice slightly drowned out by the rushing water, "Lele's isn't doing much better either, he's currently occupying the toilet bowl instead of the bucket."

You shook your head, silently chuckling at your best friends' suffering.

you: i am you: lele and hyuck's drunk as fuck you: they're currently hurling their guts out you: one using the vomit bucket, one using the toilet bowl

markie: those idiots hahahah markie: btw could u come outisde for a sex markie: *sev markie: fuck markie: *sec

you: pfft and u said u weren't drunk you: also, ur outside?!?!?

markie: shut up im fine i djust cant type rn

you: lol whatever u say markie you: i'll be out in a sec

You sat up from the couch, quietly squeezing past the crowd formed around the unfortunate boy and up the stairs.

Slipping on Jaemin's drunkenly bought La Coste slides, you swung open the door. A shiver slivered up the small of your back as the cool breeze hit your bare arms, a contrast from the warm stuffy atmosphere from inside.

You spotted Mark standing by the gates of Chenle's house, the dim street light illuminating his facial features, making him look more ethereal than he already was. With a little smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you began making your way towards him.

The sound of gravel shuffling from underneath your feet caused Mark to whip his head around to face you, he was pretty certain that most of the alcohol in his system had disappeared on the walk from Johnny's house but why was it that as soon as he saw you happily skipping down the path, greeting him with the sweetest smile that made him feel so euphoric?

"I can't believe you came!" You exclaimed, bringing him into a warm embrace.

His reply came in the form of a shy laugh, tickling the back of your neck with his breath.

He held you in his arms for a few minutes, with only the occasional squawks from inside breaking the comforting silence.

"Can you believe it's already the new year?" You whispered in awe, pulling away from his body to face him.

"Yeah dude that's insane, it feels like this year went by so quickly," Mark replied, adding his favourite form of endearment to the start, "Do you think you're ready for it to be over?"

You pondered for a few seconds, reflecting back on all the events that occurred within the past year before shrugging your shoulders, "I'm not sure."

"Don't get me wrong, this years been great but I feel like due to school, work and whatever, I wasn't able to fulfil all the things I wanted to do."

Mark nodded his head at your words, resonating with every word.

You always seemed to have the right things to say to him, always so understanding about his hectic schedule but never failing to let him know that he was missed whenever he couldn't make his friend's gatherings. It was things like this which caused the gradual course of his feelings for you.

For a while, Mark believed that he had made his crush on you subtle, not overly flirting or showering you in gifts in front of your friends. But one friendly reminder from Jaemin about his drunk habit of becoming a koala and latching onto you as if his life depended on it, broke his oblivious bubble. He quickly realised that many people had caught on, with some making it more obvious than others.

"I'm telling you, she likes you back bro!" He remembered Johnny exclaiming a few hours back with Yuta nodding enthusiastically as he half hazardously sipped on his beer.

Mark, Johnny and Yuta were situated in the secluded areas of the host's bedroom, with the party hammering hard downstairs. He wasn't too sure how he had ended up on his bed getting lectured by his two teammates about love pestering him to confess his feelings.

"C'mon, just text her saying to meet up," Yuta encouraged, handing him his phone to unlock, "You saw what happens when Johnny and I have our phones."

Mark pinched the bridge of his nose, remembering the sheer panic he had felt when the older boys dialled your number on their phones a few moments back, threatening to spill his secret before he had lunged at their figures wrestling to press the red hang up button.

"You literally have the best excuse to kiss her tonight," Johnny huffed, flopping down on his bed with arms crossed, "It's New Year's Eve."

"No way dude," Mark flatly responded, slapping his phone against his forehead, "What if she doesn't like me?"

"As if a girl would ever reject you," Yuta snorted, nudging the sides of his arms with his elbow, "Now hurry up and text her you fool."

And here he was, standing in front of you in the middle of the gravel pathway, with his face flushed.

Though whether it was due to the alcohol or whether it was the thought of kissing you tonight, he wasn't too sure. But taking into account his palpitating heart in his chest as he waited anxiously for midnight, it seemed to lean towards the latter.

"Sorry for rambling on," You scratched the base of your neck, hoping you didn't talk his ear off.

Mark frantically waved his arms around, shaking his head.

A muffled shriek awfully similar to Chenle's interrupted your conversation, startling both you and Mark as you whipped your heads back to the house. It remained quiet for a few seconds before a range of shouts counting down from ten resonated shortly after.

You giggled, turning around to focus on Mark's smiling face once again as the both of you joined in.

"Three," Mark cleared his throat, wiping his clammy hands on the sides of his ripped jeans.

"Two," He grabbed onto your hand, taking in your sweet smile and the way you reciprocated his touch, clasping your fingers around his, your rings clinking with his.

"One, Happy New Ye-"

The moment his lips hit yours, it had felt like all the daze of the alcohol was wearing off. Regaining consciousness of the way his lips perfectly moulded against yours and how he slipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting the watermelon lollipop you loved so much. Gripping onto your waist and tugging you closer, his heart began to mirror fireworks, matching the way the real ones sparks crackled and thundered in the background.

Pulling away from your touch, the confidence he had going in had simmered down as he gingerly met your eyes once again.

"What was that about?" You whispered, your eyes carrying a sense of wonder.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that without your permission, but you just looked so beautiful and I've had a crush on you for god knows how long and I just couldn't help it. God what am I saying, you can slap me if you want-"

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his once again, jerking him forward by his hoodie strings.

"You kissed me," Mark's eyes widened, awestruck by the sudden gesture.

"I did." You replied, fidgeting with the hems of your shirt as you added, "You said that you liked me."

"I did," Mark confirmed with a shy smile, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Does that mean you like me too?"

You could feel your cheek heat up as you dipped your head in response, making him beam at the small motion as he brought you into his arms, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

"Happy New Year Y/N," Mark kissed your forehead, his hands resting on the top of your shoulders as he gazed into your eyes adoringly.

"Happy New Year Mark.”

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[writeslikeanaria]

i’ve seen the devil in every face

ominis gaunt x reader (technically sebastian sallow x reader)

summary: your boyfriend lives with the demons of never being able to see what you look like. that's when he figures out a way to finally be able to look at you; by wearing the face of his best friend.

word count: 5k+

warnings: SMUT, consent is tricky but i'll just stick with dubious, immoral use of the polyjuice potion, angst, confused reader, m!oral, p in v, opportunity for an incredibly angst filled part two

Potions class seemed to be longer than normal. Having finished your potion earlier than everyone else, your only task now was to finish theory book work, a task that genuinely pained you to complete. Books strewn open, you rested your head against the desk, eyes closed, trying to find will within you to actually dip your quill in the ink that rested next to you.

With your vision gone, you used your imagination to picture the chaos happening around you. A cracking pop sounded off in the room, followed by a stench of rotten fish. Fizzing arose in the room, making your skin prick up from the feeling of electricity. From behind your eyes, you could see a bright white light flash, and a groan from your upset classmate followed suit.

For a moment, you realised that this was reality for your blind boyfriend, Ominis, only able to use his other senses to imagine the world. A brief sadness crept over you, leaving a whimper to come out of your mouth, something that was noticed by your potions partner next to you, Sebastian.

“You alright?” He glanced over at you, cocking an eyebrow, quill hovering in the air.

You opened one eye, adjusting to the bright overhead candle that filled your vision in a flood of white. Sebastian looked down at you, some sort of concern on his face, chewing on the end of his quill. You groaned. “Just peachy…” You paused. “Just thinking.”

Sebastian scoffed. “Anything you want to share with the class?”

Lifting your head slightly, you look across the potion classroom, until your eyes land on the innocent target, blissfully unaware of your stalking eyes. Ominis, busy hunched over a potions book, was reading some words out to his partner, Leander. He seemed frustrated though, eyebrows furrowed deeply, as he kept rubbing his milky white eyes out of pure exhaustion. 

From just what you could witness, you knew how annoyed your boyfriend was getting by the ginger’s antics. You had heard many times about how “utterly useless and incorrigible” Leander was, through Ominis’ midnight rantings. Laying in bed, head on his heaving chest, you listened to his stream of consciousness. You pouted at the sight of his anger.

“Ominis doesn’t look happy today.” 

Rolling his eyes, Sebastian turned back to his book. “When is he ever when he's in potions class? Poor thing has to deal with Leander for two hours twice a week, I’m surprised he hasn’t ripped all his hair out of head. Pure misery, that’s him.” Sebastian bit his lip, a thought entering his head. “And it doesn’t help that he’s been unusually stroppy the last couple of days.”

You peered at Sebastian, narrowing your eyes, confused. You had barely had time to see your boyfriend in the past couple of days, so you hadn’t noticed any foul behaviour. “What do you me–”

Unfortunately, your question remained unanswered, as the shrill voice of Professor Sharp rang off across the classroom, scolding none other than Garreth Weasley. His face was so close to Garreth’s that they were almost touching. “How dare you not follow my instructions? Detention all next week. Now, clean this up and complete your actual task for homework.”

You snickered, burying your head in your arms, unable to hide away the humour in the situation. Making eye contact with the boy in trouble, he shrugged his shoulders at you. Although Professor Sharp had just told him to discard his potion, you watched as Garreth blatantly discarded those instructions, instead pouring the potion he was working on into a separate flask, before collecting his books back up. 

The bell rang, signalling the end of class, but you stayed rooted to your seat as you watched Garreth with intrigue, suddenly fascinated with what he was up to. As everyone filed out of class, you opted to corner your ginger friend, closing in on his defeated stature. His face was sallow, but he still kept a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

Backing away your bag, you vaguely registered Sebastian trying to talk to you, but you brushed him off, flaying your hand in the air, dismissively. As much as you loved your best friend, you currently didn’t have time for his questions.

Sliding on over to Garreth’s station, you pick up one of his scrawled notebooks, cheekily. “A little birdie told me you got told off again.”

Garreth jumped slightly at your appearance. “Well, then someone should do something about that gossip of a bird.” He lunged towards the book you were holding. “And we give that back!”

There was no point keeping it anyway, unable to read what covered the pages anyway. Garreth’s handwriting was like chicken scratch. Handing him back his book, you laughed at him, before eyeing the suspicious potion peeking out of his satchel bag. “What’s that?”

“Nothing interesting.” Garreth closed the lid on his bag, keeping the mystery out of sight. You frowned, not usually having to deal with Garreth’s secrecy. Normally, he lets you into his devious plans. 

Sighing, you began slowly walking away. “Oh, but it would be such a shame if Professor Sharp found out that you kept some of the potion he told you to discard–”

“Alright!” Garreth stopped you. “It really isn’t anything interesting, I promise, but if you’re still curious, meet me in the abandoned potions classroom on the second floor at midnight. Don’t be late.”

You grinned. You weren’t planning on it.

•┈୨♡୧┈•

When midnight finally came, you were more than excited for your nighttime escape. Cladded in a woollen jumper and tough shoes, you quietly crept down the staircases into the darkness of your common room. As you were about to slink through the door, a voice stopped you in your tracks, calling your name.

“Is that you?”

You immediately recognised the confused tone in your boyfriend’s voice, and a soft chuckle slipped from your mouth. Embarrassed, you covered your reddening face. “Hello darling, I didn’t see you sitting in the dark.”

Ominis pouted. “I didn’t realise a lamp wasn’t on. I was just doing some reading. Have you come to join me?”

“I would love to, truly, but I had other plans for tonight.” You bit your lip in thought. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

A loud groan escaped from Ominis, as he landed his heavy head in his lap. “Can’t sleep, too busy… thinking.”

You moved towards your troubled boyfriend, placing your hand around his. “A penny for your thoughts? I’ve noticed you’ve been… antsy recently, and I can’t help but feel like I'm doing anything for you.” You placed a gentle kiss on his temple. “What’s going on?”

Ominis cringed. “I don’t know how to speak about this; it’s too difficult to even word. And I don’t want to think you did anything wrong–”

“Wait, what?”

“–You’ve been nothing but amazing with everything. You’ve been doting, and kind, and thoughtful, and the time I spend with you, just you, is more cherishable than any worldly possession.”

“Then what’s wrong?” You pressed.

“I–” Ominis sighed. “Everytime we are intimate, I get sad.”

That definitely wasn’t what you were expecting Ominis to say. You retracted your hands for him, unsure if it was out of shock or mild disgust towards what he had said. Never in a million years had you expected your boyfriend, your loving, passionate boyfriend, to admit that love making with you had a melancholic effect on his psyche. Your face contorted with defiance, but you didn’t know how to fight this battle.

You pursed your lips. “Do I disgust you?”

In a flash of seconds, you could see every stage of grief flash over Ominis’ milky eyes, as he reached back towards your hands with comfort. You always relished in the warmth he would give you. 

“That’s not what I meant at all.” Ominis started. “I just meant that I feel as though my loss of sight is hindering my experience. Obviously, it’s not, but I can’t help but feel like I’m missing out on seeing you, my beauty, my radiance, the light of my life. Sometimes I wonder how I can feel whole if I can’t even see my other half. Every single time I hear someone compliment your appearance, I just wish I could see you. Everytime you’re under me, I just wish I could see you. Do you understand?”

You didn’t know if you did, but you nodded carefully, stroking small circles on the backs of Ominis’ mole-covered hands, in an attempt to find comfort for him. What you did understand was how difficult this must’ve been to tell you, and you couldn’t be happier that he was actually communicating with you. Leaning into him, you smiled. “Would you like to talk more about this in the morning?”

Ominis smiled. “Sure.”

“Would you like to accompany me to the abandoned potions classroom on the second floor?”

Ominis screwed his face up in confusion. “Why on earth would you want to go to that musty place at this time of night?”

You giggled. “Garreth seems to be working on a secret potion, and I’m curious to see what he’s up to.”

It didn’t take long to convince your stubborn boyfriend, as in a matter of minutes, you were slinking hand in hand, under a disillusionment spell, across the deserted halls of Hogwarts at night. It was a peaceful adventure, one that really helped calm you both down after the intensity of your previous conversation.

Unfortunately, the words Ominis had spoken still lingered in your mind like cigarette smoke. You couldn’t help but ponder what he had said, as if you were the problem. You knew that Ominis would never place blame on you, but you wish you had noticed sooner.

Every time you crawled into bed together, a mess of teeth and tongue, flesh and slick, you should’ve noticed the abundance of tension seeping out of his muscles, or the way he would hold back from touching you, from being close to you. There were so many signs that you were embarrassed that you hadn’t caught on to any of them. Were you a bad person?

Those thoughts were soon pushed out of your conscious mind when you arrived at your discreet destination. Creeping open the door, you were welcomed by the most vile stench you had every smell, bile rising in your throat as you coughed violently.

“What the hell are you making in here?” You spluttered, unable to think properly from the fumes. Luckily you had your boyfriend holding you arms, stopping you from falling over.

Garreth’s lifted his head up as he noticed you walk in, a giant grin stretched across his cheeks. “Ah, you finally came, and you brought a guest. The more the merrier, they say.” He welcomed you in, clapping his hands against your back. “You’re just in time for the main event.”

You could still hardly breathe from the vileness secreting into your sinuses. “Please make this worth it. I cannot begin to describe how putrid this room smells. I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up in the hospital room because of this.”

“You’ve got it easy.” Garreth laughed. “I have to drink this.” With fascination plastered on your face, you watched as the ginger placed the last ingredient into a small volume of the potion, and swirled it around his flask. You watched as the liquid changed colours very slightly.

Finally, Ominous asked the million dollar question. “What actually is that?”

With one gulp, Garreth drank the entire flask, pouring it down his throat with ease, but reacting to the taste like hot lava. After every last drop was swallowed, he finally gave an answer to the question. “Polyjuice potion. Tastes disgusting, but the results are fascinating. That last ingredient I added in? Those were human hairs, belonging to Professor Sharp. In just a few moments you’ll see what I mean by fascinating results, because the polyjuice potions changes your appearance to make you look like someone else.”

He wasn’t lying. Within short moments, Garreth had grown several inches, became thinner, more wrinklier, with his usual flaming locks transforming into dark brown hair. It was exhilarating to watch your best friend become a whole different person.

You spoke first. “Garreth?”

Your friend rubbed his eyes, no longer focussing on you two. Instead, he squinted in frustration. “Ugh, Professor Sharp’s eyesight sucks; It’s so blurry. This man cannot see shit.”

Laughing at those comments, you dismissed them right away, but your boyfriend seemed intrigued by what Garreth was saying, still rubbing his eyes out of annoyance. “What do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that you’ve adopted the same eyesight as Sharp?”

“Yeah, and it’s awful.” Garreth laughed. Walking over to a deserted closet in the classroom, Garreth grabbed out a bunch of clothes that bore a striking resemblance to the ones that Professor Sharp would normally wear, but you took no interest in Garreth’s immature plans. You believed fully that Garreth’s next plans would include terrorising a bunch of year two’s who were still awake at this time of night. What interested you the most was the quizzical look on Ominis’ face.

“What are you thinking?” 

Ominous grunted. “Be quiet, I have a plan.”

For the next few minutes, you made careless conversation with your friend, who explained to you the extent of his plan for the next hour, which included, but was not limited to, sneaking into the teacher’s quarters, stealing all their sweets, and trying his luck at the restricted section. With adrenaline, Garreth’s bumbling attitude had him out the door within minutes, leaving you and Ominis alone in the classroom. Alone with the remnants of the polyjuice potion.

Your boyfriend struck first, heading towards the still full potion. You tried to stop him, but with no luck. “Ominis, what do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing? I found a solution to our problems. One mouthful of that disgusting potion and I’ll be able to see your beautiful face, in all your glory. I have no care to worry about the temporary, but I’ll be able to finally see my shining star, my angel. You don’t realise how hard it is to go about my life, wishing I could see your eyes, and your smile, and your hair, and your beautiful lips. I need to do this.”

“And then what?” You questioned his frantic plan. “We share intimacy? You may be sharing intimacy with me, but I’ll have to stare at the face of someone who isn’t mine. I’ll have to live with the guilt of knowing another man who isn’t you.”

“But it is me!” Ominis raised his voice at you. “I am me, emotionally, spiritually, consciously. All you will have to know is the physicalities of another man.” His voice settled, calming down a bit. “I understand your point of you, and all I have to counter it is, for me? I know I cannot force you, but I know I can plead with you, even if you shut me down before I can even present my case.”

You bit your lip in anguish. “How sure are you? I need to know you are completely comfortable with this. This would be the strangest thing we’ve ever shared between us, and I need to know that this is exactly what you want.”

“I want this.” Ominis sighed, cupping your face with his hands. “Finally, I want to know you with all my senses.” He placed a kiss against your lips. “I need to know what love at first sight feels like to a man.”

You returned the kiss with fervour. “I will. I will for you. I love you Ominis.” Resting your head on his shoulder, another question popped into your mind.”

“Ominis.” He hummed in response. “Who are you going to choose to, you know, turn into?”

“Don’t worry. I have someone in mind.”

•┈୨♡୧┈•

Sebastian looked like he was about to doze off at the breakfast table, eye bags dark, head lost between the pages of some tatted book that he probably found illegally in the library. His brown locks were a mess atop his head and he had taken no notice of you and Ominis standing in the entrance of the hall, watching him from a distance.

“Sebastian.” You asked incredulously. “Really?”

Ominis scoffed, brushing you off. “He’s the only choice really. He’s the only person I trust you to know physically, since he is my best friend. I’ve also heard that he’s quite handsome, so I don’t know why you’re objecting.”

“I- It’s Sebastian! He would never agree to that.”

“He wouldn’t have to know.” Ominis smirked. “Now be a good girl and help me distract him so we can get a few hairs off of the top of his head, okay?”

And that’s how you found yourself sitting abnormally close to Sebastian, basically breathing down his neck, trying to get him to lean down just a bit more, but it proved to be a more difficult task than you initially thought.

“No, I don’t see the runes at the bottom of the page.” Sebastian squinted once more at the page in front of him, but refused to move his head downwards like you needed him to. You were about to give up when an idea struck, noticing a strange fold in the page. Just as Sebastian moved the book slightly, you pointed downwards.

“Did something just fall out of the book?”

Sebastian ducked immediately. “Where?” His voice went gruff as he finally looked closely at the bottom of the book, giving Ominis an ample opportunity to gently pluck a few hairs off of the top of Sebastian’s head, without the poor boy even noticing. When Ominis gave a nod, you knew that he had gotten what he needed.

You tutted. “Nevermind, it’s just a fold in the page.” You rested your head in your hand and sighed dramatically. “I thought I saw something.”

“It’s alright.” Sebastian muttered. “It’s no use anyway. I’m so tired, I just want to go to bed right now.”

“Early night?” You joked, but then saw Ominis shaking his head at you. Right, you guys would need the dorm room tonight, for activities. “You could– uh, sleep in the undercroft! Surely sleeping in a room without Ominis’ incessant snoring is exactly what you need tonight.

“What I need is a beater’s club to my head,” Sebastian smirked. “But a night alone sounds great as well.”

•┈୨♡୧┈•

It was almost time. Saying goodbye to Sebastian and sending him on his way was easy enough. With enough encouragement, he was gone before the sun had even fallen asleep beneath the hills, leaving the entire dormitory to you and your boyfriend, whose eyes had not stopped glinting with mischief all day.

The entire day had been a mixture of teasing touches, and whispers of dirty promises. You could still feel the feeling of Ominis’ hands creeping up your skirt in class, tracing your delicate thighs with the traction of a feather. The hot breath of his words still melted against your ears like an ice cold glass of water, and you were so thirsty.

But first, Ominis had to drink the potion.

“I really hope it’s not as awful as Garreth said it was.” You said, eying the murky brown liquid. “But by the smell of the classroom last night, I don’t think it’s going to taste like liquid gold either. Promise you’ll drink some water afterwards?”

Ominis sniffed the flask suspiciously. “It may taste, and smell, differently after adding the hairs, but I doubt so, unfortunately. I wonder if my taste buds will even survive this torture.”

“Well, for my sake,” You pointed downwards, towards your woman region,“and for my girl’s sake, I hope your taste buds come out the other side of this stronger than ever.”

The innuendo was not lost on your boyfriend, who now eagerly added the final remaining ingredient to the flask. Like last time, the colour faded slightly, into more of a mellow mud colour. Bringing the potion up to his nose, Ominous took a sniff, but didn’t recoil.

“Well?”

Ominis hummed. “Isn’t as bad as I expected. Almost woodsy. Like tree bark, or forest leaves. Doesn’t carry the same putridness as the one from last night. I’d even say this one is somewhat pleasant.” He dipped his finger in the potion. “It feels warm. Like a cup of tea. It’s odd.”

You egged him on. “Are you gonna drink it?”

“Patience.” Ominis laughed, but he followed through with your queries, throwing his head back and swallowing the potion in one. 

The effects started showing immediately. The white blouse that Ominis was wearing became too small for his torso, looking like it was about to burst at the seams, as his muscles filled out, and his shoulders broadened like the parting of a sea. Shrinking only half an inch, he now sat at Sebastian’s height, now growing into those features. Gone were those chiselled cheeks, replaced with the smattering of freckles across his face. Hair turned from gold to bronze, and eyes from the ocean to the earth.

“How do I look?” Sebastian– Ominis asked, voice now replaced with the slightly Scottish tenor of his best mate’s, turning towards you.

It was all so confusing. There stood your best friend, but with the mannerisms and posture of your boyfriends. Your body was conflicted too, as you couldn’t help but look at the physicality of your best friend in a new light.

Ominis seemed to be going through his own internal conflict. When he first took the potion he really had no idea if he was going to notice any change with his sight, but when it became bright, too bright, he knew that his hypothesis had been true. It was strange at first, adjusting to a whole new sense. His brain was confused, angry almost, trying to force him back down into a headache, but he persisted.

The world seemed strange. Finally, he knew what it meant to see colour, to see light, and to see beauty. He thought the bed was beautiful. He thought the floor was beautiful. He thought the walls around him were beautiful, but most importantly, the woman in front of him was more than beautiful.

Like an iridescent angel fallen from the heavens above, she was perfect to him. Beautiful didn’t even cover the beginning of what he thought about his girlfriend. Unable to articulate verbally, he stood motionless, as the angel before him tried to capture his attention away from his admiration. 

“Ominis, are you okay? Did it work?” You asked cautiously, worried about what emotions he could possibly be feeling if the answer was no, but the way he was actually facing you, actually looking at you, you were sure that you knew the answer.

Ominis took a breath. “I understand what beautiful is.” He took one step towards you, reaching outwards, but your body didn’t naturally move towards him, still hesitant about yearning for Sebastian’s face and Sebastian’s physique. It wasn’t quite right.

It didn’t feel quite right as his lips touched yours, moving naturally, but feeling like a stranger. You melted like you normally did, but it was with effort, still getting used to the scent of Sebastian wafting into your veins. Reciprocating Ominis’ love filled kiss was more difficult than you would’ve ever thought. You hated how you felt.

“I need you.” Ominis muttered, his voice silky like Sebastian’s. “I need to see what you look like when you’re pleased. I need to know what pleasure looks like dressed on you. I need to see you contort yourself like a good girl. I need you.” 

How could you deny such pleads? Nodding along to the words he spoke, you started on the buttons of your blouse, but were soon swatted from your task, your hands quickly replaced by Sebas– Ominis’ hand. It didn’t feel right watching Sebastian undress you, so you closed your eyes, resting against the unusually broad chest in front of you. 

If Ominis noticed your internal conflict, he didn’t mention it, having the time of his life running his hands down the curves of your soft body, melting at the images he now didn’t have to visualise himself. Reaching down, he placed open mouthed kisses against your throat, eliciting moans from your throat. 

He was marking you, you knew that. The mouth of your best friend was claiming you as a lover, and you enjoyed it, finding pleasure in the heat of the moment, pooling in your panties shamefully. Something about what Ominis was capable of made you fall from your grace and become nothing but a dog in heat. Wrapping your arms around his frame, you pulled him in closer, under you could hear his voice against the shell of your ear. “Get on your knees.”

You knew it was your Ominis, but you hesitated at Sebastian's voice. Obeying anyway, suck downwards, opening up for what was expected. Except, it wasn’t the familiar cock of your boyfriend. It was different from usual, slightly thicker, shorter, with unfamiliar veins running up the length. 

“Suck it.” Ominis’ domineering personality crept out, and you obeyed. It was odd at first, but you got used to this new weight. At first, you placed a gentle kiss at the tip of his cock, watching the precum leak out in generous blobs. Your tongue darted out, lapping greedily at what you were given. Even the taste was different, slightly saltier, slightly muskier. Slicking up the entirety of his cock, you coated it generously, before opening your mouth wider to take more.

With enthusiasm, you took him all, pumping what was remaining with your left hand, and leaving your right hand to rest against his thigh, that twitched with every harsh sucked. His skin, covered in goosebumps, was on fire, the electricity of the moment throbbing in his cock. Ominis wasn’t going to last long, and you knew it.

Still, you threw your head forward, swallowing the tip, feeling him stutter with your movements. Hands threaded in your hair, tugging on your roots, getting a good grip on your head. Ominis had obviously had enough of your teasing, and decided to use you as he needed. It wasn’t long before until you felt his breathing change and his voice falter.

“I’m gonna–”

Cum. It splurted down your throats, in thick ropes you had never experienced before. It was all too much as you lurched away from the cock, more cum landing across your cheeks and necks. Looking up through glazed eyes and thick eyelashes, you watched Sebastian above you, peering down at you curious.

Nimble fingers stroked your face, moving around the sticky liquid, making even more of a mess as his face lit up in delight. You hated the way your body clenched at the thought of Sebastian taking you, needing that spent cock inside of you as soon as possible. You whimpered.

“Please…”

“Please what?” Ominis asked, tugging on his spent cock, slowly hardening again in the palm of his hand. You ducked your head embarrassed.

“Please fuck me.”

You were surprised he didn’t make you beg, as he lifted you up with an ease he’d never experience. Manhandling you onto the nearest bed, he pressed your chest down on the mattress, and flipped up your skirt. You didn’t even have any time to voice your confusion before the thick cock slid into your slick folds, forcing a moan out of you immediately.

Reaching for the blankets to have something, anything, to ground yourself with, you took the hammering like a champion. The immediate pace was frenzied, with no warming up on your part at all. You felt more alive than ever, alert as his deft hands curled around your wrists, holding them together as leverage to get a better angle.

You were drooling on the blankets. The angle was perfectly hitting your g-spot with every rough thrust, the material of the duvet rubbing against your swollen, patient clit, in desperate need of some attention. Every nerve on your body was screaming in pleasure and pain, completely conflicted with every emotion that struck your heart. At least you didn’t have to look into the eyes of your best friend.

Finally, Ominis let go of one of your hands, snaking around your front so he could begin his assault on your clit. His voice was gruff in your ear. “I need you to come for me baby.”

You nodded pathetically, eyes rolling back as every thrust inside of you became more agitated than the last. Tears were free falling from your face now. In the midst of your pleasure, you didn’t even notice the door to the dormitories open, until you heard the voice of…

“What?!”

Turning your head, you couldn’t help let a pained sob out of your throat as you laid eyes with another Sebastian, the Sebastian. In an instance, there was no longer a body pressing down on you, letting you sink down onto the ground. You barely registered that sound of an angry spell being cast across the dorm room, followed by the patting of footsteps both across the dorm, towards the door, and towards you.

You knew it was the real Sebastian still left in the room as you felt a blanket cover your half naked form, keeping your modesty. You knew it was the real Sebastian as when you fell into his shoulder, unable to keep in the tears, he hesitated before placing a comforting hand against your bare shoulder. You knew it was the real Sebastian as he asked you repeatedly what was going on.

You knew he saw himself, fucking you like it was a matter of life and death, a reflection of a reality that his brain couldn’t comprehend.

You, on the other hand, had no thoughts left, falling unconscious on the shoulder of your best friend, with your boyfriend having run away in shame. 

“i've seen the devil,

down sunset,

in every place,

in every face.”

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ouch angst. owie.

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[s4geblack]

and then they were roommates james potter x fem!reader idiots to lovers college au

"you're getting kicked out?" lily whispered, shock enveloping her words. you were just as shocked as she was, your grip on on your phone tightening.

"yeah. apparently her boyfriend's moving in or something, i don't know." you rolled your eyes; you had never liked your previous roommate but she did offer the best rent and did her share of chores. though her boyfriend was a douche and you hated having to see him pretty much everyday.

you groaned, slipping farther down in your seat. lily sympathetically patted your back when her phone started buzzing.

"oh it's marlene," lily mentioned, picking up her phone to reply. the two were the grossest couple to be around; you still put up with it though.

"what's she saying?" you laid your head on your arms on the table in front of you, tilted in a way that you could see lily rapidly type something.

"oh lord, you're probably gonna love marlene more than i do at this point - she knows someone who needs a roommate!"

"so you're james potter?" you ask, flashing a smile at the bespectacled boy, his messy brown hair seemed messy in the way that he spent two hours minimum every morning on it.

"yep, pleasure to meet you." he reached out his hand, mirroring your grin. charming.

"the pleasure's all mine." you shook his hand, his grip was warm and firm. and he was handsome. and lean. and tall.

"let me show you around." he guided you inside, showing you the kitchen which was open and connected to the lounge. the two bedrooms were on opposite ends of the house and each had their own bathroom which you were extremely thankful for.

after the (short) tour, you both ended up sitting on the stools around the kitchen island drinking soft drinks from the fridge.

"so, what is it that you do?" you asked, wiping the condensation from the can on your dark jeans. the white tee you wore was sticking to your skin from the heat. you'd have to ask about the air con later.

"i'm doing photography at uni. what about you?" he said, taking another a sip of his cherry-flavored drink. you don't get how he could like something so sweet.

"literature. i met lily in my first class actually." you remember the sparkling redhead who somehow wiggled into your life and never left.

"ah, mckinnon's girl, right?" he asked, as if he vaguely remembered lily from a group hangout.

"yeah." with that you fell into a slightly awkward silence although you both didn't mind the quiet. you could hear the fizz of your drinks, as you both drank. you looked straight ahead, only looking at him through your peripheral vision. he, apparently, didn't know of such etiquette because he rested his head on his arm on the kitchen island, staring at you openly.

you tried to ignore it but now the heat was getting to you and your jeans started to feel uncomfortable. your can of coldness was empty. james was still staring. you zeroed in on one of the fridge magnets even though you couldn't really make out what was it trying to show because of the distance.

"does the air con not work?" you turned your head to look at him. at the sound of your voice, he lifted his head and grinned.

"no, it works." his answer made you feel a little ridiculous. and here you thought you were being considerate, assuming his air con broke or something.

"then why don't you have it on?"

"i don't get hot that easily." this man was getting even more ridiculous. you couldn't help but laugh.

"oh my god. go," you shove him off his stool, "turn it on for me?" you tilt your head, looking at him through your eyelashes in a last-ditch effort to persuade him.

"'m going." you blow a kiss noisily, getting up and grabbing both empty cans and throwing them in the dustbin.

later, you settled into bed. half your things were still packed into flimsy cardboard boxes that lily helped tape to perfection. you were grinning as you pulled out your phone to message lily.

u were right i probably love marlene more than you do rn

[tongue-like-a-razor]

For the celebration (congrats btw!!) could we see the first time that it came up in conversation that Jake had a crush on a mystery girl? However you pictured it happening! Unless it’s too early to reveal it or if you have other plans for it! You can completely ignore this!!

I love your work!!

Aww thank you so much, darling! I love love love this request! I imagine this conversation happening between part 6 and 7 :D Hope you like it!

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Brother's Best Friend - Off Limits

Jake Seresin x Reader

“What’s the matter with you?”

Jake looks up from his drink, a little dazed. “What do you mean?”

Bradley gives him a pointed look. “Well, you didn’t even notice the two chicks we passed on the patio on our way in. Twins. You let me crush you at Mortal Kombat. Twice. You’ve barely touched your beer. And I’m pretty sure you weren’t listening to my rant about the pickles.”

“The pickles?” Jake cocks his head in confusion.

Bradley nods. “Mm-hm, the pickles that are supposed to be on this burger.” He gestures at his half-eaten meal.

Jake stares at Bradley for a moment. “Can’t believe I almost missed that.”

Bradley purses his lips sourly and returns his attention to his food. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re distracted.”

Jake looks down at his own plate and mutely picks up a fry.

Bradley, who’s about to take a bite, slowly lowers his burger, watching Jake zone out again as he chews. Bradley smirks, setting his burger down. “Spill,” he demands.

Jake cringes. “There’s nothing to spill.”

Bradley starts chortling. “Who is she?”

Jake sighs uneasily and finally meets Bradley’s gaze. “Uh, you don’t know her.”

“You bang her yet?”

Jake tries not to wince. “No. She… doesn’t know.”

“Doesn’t know what?” But after two seconds of contemplation, Bradley leans into the table excitedly. “Are you telling me you’re hung up on a chick who has no clue that you’re into her?”

Jake swallows uncomfortably. “Looks like it,” he responds miserably.

“Why haven’t you asked her out?”

Jake glances up at his friend, doing his best not to appear overly guilty. “She’s bad news.”

Bradley’s grin broadens. “I like the sound of that.”

Jake suppresses a groan. “No, it’s not what you think.”

“What do I think?”

Jake grimaces, staring into his fizzing beer. “I just mean… she’s not an option.”

“Because?” Bradley raises his eyebrows expectantly.

Jake shifts in his seat and looks back up warily. The truth is, he wouldn’t mind talking about you at all. In fact, he’s dying to tell his best friend about the emotional turmoil he’s been contending with since he realized he had feelings for you. But, as luck would have it, Bradley is actually the root of the problem, and consequently the last person Jake should be sharing with. Still, Jake really can’t resist talking about you, given how much he’s lately been keeping to himself. “Because she’s” – off limits – “taken.”

Bradley nods sympathetically. “Been there.”

Jake grips his beer stein and lifts it off the table. “Her boyfriend is a real piece of work, too.”

“So, show her that you’re better. Easy.”

Jake sets his beer back down without taking a drink. “Am I?”

Bradley leans back in his seat with a chuckle. “Oh no,” he says.

“What?”

“You fucking like her, dude.”

“I told you, I like her.”

“No.” Bradley shakes his head. “No, no. You don’t just like her, man. You like her.”

Jake is watching Bradley impassively. “Are you fucking glitching?”

Bradley laughs. “Admit it!”

Jake opens his mouth to protest that he already has, but then closes it again because obviously Bradley is right. “Yes, I fucking like her, Bradshaw. I like her enough to know that she shouldn’t be with me.”

Bradley’s obnoxious cackle has fizzled to a merry chuckle now and he shakes his head with a loud, theatrical sigh. “My boy is growing up!”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m so proud of you, man.”

“I said, shut the fuck up, Bradshaw.”

Bradley raises his hands in surrender. “Okay,” he says giddily. “So, tell me about her.”

5k Celly

[got-ticket-to-ride]

hi sorry but do you have any soft mclennon moments to share too :') the post you made about 22 seconds of longing hurt oh my god

Sorry for the delay in reply anon. I'm actually just a corporate collar acting my way as a temporary secretary every hard day's night, jobbing like a dog, 8 days a week in an English garden to afford a tan in the rain.

Hope this finds you well! Here are 22 McLennon moments as compensation for Johnny's 22 agonizing seconds in the pining video.

1.) "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You" scene when they both looked at each other at the same time. And the director had to pan out the scene because it would've been too straight. I know dilated pupils when I see it.

2.) Inviting your favorite boy to a solo trip to Spain but you stayed in Paris because it was so romantic, sharing a bed, picking out clothes for each other, slurping all the banana shakes, you know normal roommate things according to historians.

3.) Getting a solo invitation from a hot photographer and bringing along your best boy because you are attached to the hip and can't be separated.

4.) Their need to constantly touch each other

5.) Scene in Help (1965), where John is using all his strength to carry George and Ringo's weight and not crush Paul (because boyfriend things)

6.) Holding hands for mental support during a recording. (John is needy, please forgive him)

7.) Walking Martha like a couple in 1967 - outfits coordinated and all

8.) Impressions by people who met them:

"[John and Paul] sort of had their own way of communicating. Hardly anything was spoken, they just knew what the other wanted or was getting at and they had the most amazing talent."

"He was like a different animal with Lennon. When they were together they became something else, more than just the two of them together. That communication was incredible. It was like two high-speed computers just fizzing between each other."

9.) John is hiding his cigarette behind him, because he doesn't want to bother Paul with the smoke. (You know, boyfriend things).

10.) A portrait, king and princess up front. John's thigh just casually resting on Paul's (yet again).

11.) The spider fingers during a press conference, because they are actually both 12

12.) That very flirty jam session in Austria in 1965 that was cut short, but they probably continued after anyway

13.) The way they talk about the day they met sounds like "how I met the love of my life" Happy Honeymoon <3

14.) Quote from Emerick

The lights in the studio were turned off to set the mood; the sole source of illumination was a table lamp next to the wall. The two beatles, lifelong friends and collaborators, sat on high stools, facing each other, studying each other’s lips intently for phrasing.

15.) When they answer each other's songs

Paul in Can't Buy Me Love: "If it makes you feel alright?"

John: "I Feel Fine"

17.) “I could even hear what they were saying off-mike; ‘Oh Paul, you’re so cute tonight’ was met with the reply, ‘Sod off, Lennon.’” — Joan Baez on accompanying the Beatles to their concert in Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Denver. 26 August 1964

18.) Paul looking at John like he wants to eat him later after finishing with "I'm a Loser"

19.) Giving instructions on how John's hair needs to "look"

20.) Paul acting as John's walking stick

21.) Paul's heart eyes during this 1966 conference (also that lip bite... eat you later?):

22.) John the worried boyfriend who checks on Paul in the middle of an interview and doesn't believe him when he just says : "oh, yeah..."

John internally: "come on now, why aren't you laughing at my joke babe? You're unwell!!!"

The Bottles over and out.

Thank you for this ask. This was quite fun! Would love to hear your thoughts too <3

[pyramid-of-starrs]

from your kinktober masterlist I like 3!! 💘

Due by 11:59

Kinktober request: 3 Lab partner Hyunjin, Sensory Deprivation

Pairing: Ex best friend Hyunjin x Chubby Fem Reader (wrote as a black/poc character but anyone can have brown nipples lol)

Summary: The fall semester was going great until you are paired up with your ex high school best friend (and crush) Hyunjin. You two decided to do your assignment at his dorm but then a question about human intimacy and senses has you and your partner experimenting on each other.

Word Count: 3.8K (lol these were supposed to be drabbles btw)

Kink: Sensory Deprivation

Warning: Enemies to lovers, oral sex (F receiving)

Minors dni

"Okay class that concludes our lecture for today, please check the google doc that I sent to you all for your group assignment and who you will be paired with, you are dismissed." Your professor said as he ended class, before you put your iPad in your bag you checked the assignment and that’s when your eyes got wide. You rushed down the aisle of the classroom to the professors desk while everyone was leaving, slightly out of breath from speeding over.

"Excuse me sir there has to be some kind of mistake here." you said as you huffed. The professor knew it would be you to say something after he assigned you with the person he did so he continued to pack up.

"There is no mistake Ms. L/N, that is your partner for this assignment."

"B-but sir! You know me and that snake don't get along and I actually take your class seriously he is just here for credits, please sir just reconsider. I can give you so many reasons why this isn't a good idea." You continued to talk and spew put reasons and ideas for a solution, your professor sighed and considered if he even got paid enough to deal with people like you.

"Alright, alright enough! Listen Ms. L/N sometimes in life you have to deal with people you don't want to, I'm sure people have felt that way about you, I will not be changing the class pairings just to accommodate you. No one else has an issue." He said finally looking at you.

"But sir he wasn't even here today! I'm sure if he was, he would say the same th-."

"He already knows and has agreed to it, have a good day Ms. L/N." Your professor interrupted you to say, leaving out the room, as he walked in a man with a long slim body build walked in almost as if you summoned him.

"I guess you heard the great news huh?" a smiled creeped up on the boys face like he was teasing you.

You scoffed at him. "God fuck off Hyunjin." even the name leaving your lips tasted bitter, it wasn't always like this, you and Hyunjin were actually close back in high school. Back when you were just the chunky nerd and Hyunjin was the scrawny dork, you two were an inseparable pair, but then senior year rolled around and Hyunjin went away for the summer and came back bulkier and cute little Hyunjin became hot hunk Hyunjin. The people that ignored him those 3 years finally gave him attention, they invited him into the inner circle, and he was finally accepted, leaving you behind. You tried not being bothered by it but the communication between you two started to fizz out, prom time came around and you and Hyunjin made a promise to go with each other since you both didn't plan on dating anyone and it was obvious you two liked each other but you two didn't see that. You walked up to Hyunjin at lunch time which was bold since he sat with the "popular kids" now and asked him about prom and when you two should start planning but one of the girl spoke before he could reply.

"Ew why would Hyunjin go to prom with a fat loser like you?" she said laughing at your question.

"I-I'm not a loser! Plus, me and Hyunjin already decided to go together years ago, so butt out!" you replied while gripping the sides of your lunch tray.

"Oh, fatty has some sass, well sorry but he's going with me now, better find someone else, if that's even possible." Her and a few of the other girls started to laugh while Hyunjin sat back in silence, your eyes met, you hoped he would say anything, but the words never came out.

"Hyunjin is this true?" you questioned in a defeated tone, his eyes moved to look down at the table because he saw the tears start to gloss over your eyes.

"I'm sorry Y/N... I forgot about our promise." his ferret like eyes looking over you.

"Oh... well okay, sorry to bother you then..." you walked out the lunch room before tears started to stream down your embarrassed face. You didn't even bother going to prom, after graduation you got into your dream school that was luckily far away from home, but of course you and Hyunjin both applied, and he was accepted as well. You didn't know he got in until he walked into your Human behavior class, his shoulders were broader, and his once short black hair was now almost shoulder length, God he was gorgeous, and you hated to admit it. You chose to keep things how they were and avoided speaking to him, deep down your feelings were still hurt and that made you want nothing to do with him, but fate had other plans.

"As much as I would love to stay out of your way Y/N this isn't something we can avoid." His voice was like silk.

"It could have been! Why would you tell him you were okay with working with me Hyunjin!" your frustrations grew, even looking at his beautiful sleek face invoked so much emotion from you. 

"Because I AM okay with it Y/N..." his reply made your heart skip a beat and that just pissed you off more.

"Whatever this assignment is due on Sunday at 11:59 so let's just meet up Saturday and get everything done, I'm busy with my other class work so that's my only free day."

"Can't, I have a showing for my art class that night, I would love for you to come." An innocent smile plastered on his face.

"Pass." you said trying to not let the smile affect you.

"How about Sunday then? Since facilities will be closed you can come over to my dorm and we can cram that night, the assignment is the study of human interactions, and we got intimacy so it should be pretty easy."

"Fine, take my number I'll text you when I'm on the way." you took out your phone and you two exchanged info.

...

Sunday was finally here, and you stood outside of Hyunjins dorm waiting for him to let you in, the cold fall winds blew, and you were grateful you opted to wearing jeans but the choice of a plain white crop top and an open hoodie may have not been the right one. You wanted to look like you didn't put in a lot of effort even though you made sure to get your hair done and lashes and nails refilled yesterday, but that's just self-care, right?

The door to the dorm hall finally opened and Hyunjin stood on the other side of it, he had on a beanie and his reading glasses.

"Y/N thanks for coming come in." you followed Hyunjin into the dorm and down the hall to the elevator, you noticed his hair spilled out the back of the beanie, was this really your high school best friend? His back was wider even though his frame was still small, he wore shorts and his legs that you use to tease him about got thicker and even grew hair, then you noticed his veins on his fore arms from his rolled up sleeves, a lot of feelings were going through your mind but then you can't help but recall how he iced you out and let his friends treat you horribly and you were back to being ready to get this whole thing over with.

Once you reached his room, he scanned his key card and opened the door.

"Come in, Mi casa es su casa!" he said as he happily welcomed you, Hyunjin was always a bit of a genius, so he was placed in the honors dorms that were just nice studio apartments, looking around it was actually pretty nice, plants and paintings around the apartment, it was neat and on the coffee table there were snacks and drinks. You walked in and placed your laptop bag on the floor next to the couch and removed your hoodie then took a seat, you reached into your bag and took out your laptop.

"I got some snacks and stuff for us, and we can watch some TV or play some music while we work."

"Let's just get this over with." you said as you started to type away on your laptop, Hyunjins small grin dropped, and he grab his laptop to work with you. Some hours of silent work passed and you were kind of exhausted, it was still an hour and a half till the deadline and you realized you haven't said a single word to Hyunjin, you were at a portion of the assignment that you had to work together on and that meant asking for help and that made you gag mentally.

"Hey... section 16 says we have to work together so..." you said softly.

His eyes bounced over to you.

"Oh, you made it to that section finally, yeah let's do it!" He was so eager to be working with you, happy to finally be back in your presence even though you hated it, a win was a win in his eyes, he missed you so much and just couldn't say it especially since he knew you hated him.

"So, it says that a humans senses is a large part of human intimacy, which two senses are the most important and give some examples and reasons why. Work with your partner on what happens when those senses are taken away and write their reactions in a document." you gulped nervously when you finished reading out loud.

"Okay what senses do you think we should pick?" his body turning to face you.

"Maybe sight and touch, but how would we test that?" you both sat and pondered until Hyunjin made an "Ah" noise.

"I got just the thing." he didn't explain further and walked off to the closet next to the bathroom down the hallway then returned holding two red silk pieces of fabric in his hand.

"After I talked to our moms a couple weeks ago about my hair your mom sent me some silk scarfs and bonnets to make sure my hair didn't get damaged since I'm growing it out."

"Why are you still talking to my mom?"

"Because she loves me." He stood there looking at you, he was very serious it was almost cute.

"Whatever, what are we supposed to do with them?" you said after you rolled your eyes.

"How about one of us blind folds the other and ties up their hands and we can see how we feel about different touch points and sound triggers." His suggestion was actually good, and you hated that.

"Okay, let's rock paper scissors to see who gets tied up and blind folded." a very dumb suggestion to make because you lost horribly and now, you're sitting blind folded with your hands tied up in front of you. You two decided since the bed had more space to do everything it would make the most sense to experiment there. You sat on your legs while Hyunjin sat Criss cross apple sauce, you were both facing each other while Hyunjin read off instructions on his laptop.

"So, lets test how heightened your other senses are, I'm going to say some phrases and you tell me how it feels." you nodded in response.

"You look beautiful today Y/N."

"W-what!" your face immediately heated up.

"Sorry, I'm just reading from the list, did that make you feel shy?"

"I-I guess..." you could feel a pit in your stomach.

"Okay I'll put that down then." you could hear him start to type on his computer.

"Hey! Don't write that!" your face was hot thinking that someone would read that Hyunjin was making you feel shy, you could hear him giggling.

"I think you're very cute Y/N." you started fidget a bit at his words.

"Am I making you feel anxious or nervous?"

"A little..." the typing continued.

"I love you Y/N." there was a moment of silence, your stomach was in your ass.

"O-okay." your voice going hoarse, he didn't ask anything but continued to type

"Okay, it says to whisper into your ear to see if there is any changes." You heard him get off the bed and move around it, you really should have read the instructions before you agreed because you didn't recall this at all. You felt him standing behind you, so you scooted forward to give him room on the bed to sit down, he took a seat behind you, his chest inches from your arm and back, your heart started to race.

"Ready ?" you could feel him close to your ear, his breath passing by.

"Yes."

"I missed you Y/N." The phrase was like hammers breaking down the wall you built to keep Hyunjin out.

"Alright." you replied.

"Do you feel the same way?" Hyunjin asked.

"...kind of..." there was a pause before he moved forward.

"I'm sorry for hurting you Y/N."

"Is this on the list?" you turned your head a bit despite not being able to see him

"Yes, does this make you want to accept my apology?"

"Maybe." you turned back to your position and Hyunjin continued.

"I'm sorry I hurt you and made you feel abandoned" he said, this couldn't have been on there, right?

"Hyunjin I-" you tried to interject but he continued.

"I'm sorry for not sticking up for you and I'm really sorry I didn't keep our promise."

You sat there listening to his apology, you wanted to hit him, but you wanted to hold him more than anything.

"How does that make you feel Y/N?" he questioned.

"Like I'm talking to someone I loved..."

"Lastly we'll incorporate touch, I'll have to touch the areas with exposed skin is that okay?" he moved on, you nodded to answer.

"Can you answer with words please?"

"Yes." you replied a bit swiftly.

His hands touched your shoulders, his long finger glided over your skin giving you goosebumps, he started to lightly brush his fingers up and down your forearms and arm. You moved his lips closer to the shell of your ear, his lips grazing you.

“You smell so good Y/N, you still use the same vanilla scent?”

"Th-thank you." You started to feel a tingling sensation in your core that made you squirm a bit.

"I really missed being this close to you and touching you like this." His hands danced around your skin, one hand going from your arm to lightly pass over your chest and neck and repeating that motion, you started to inhale and exhale quietly to calm yourself.

"I missed it too..." not being able to see or touch him back made everything he did and said more intense, you started to move your hands to try to loosen the scarf, but you could feel Hyunjins hand land on yours.

"Naughty little Y/N trying to end the experiment early we aren't done just yet." he said into your ear, you squeezed your thighs together to cool the heat pooling in your core and lightly whimpered, you could feel Hyunjin drag his soft lips down your neck while his hand lightly cupped your breast, his touch was so gently yet you could feel the intense yearning he had for you.

"Please Hyunjin..." you started to beg in a whimpering tone.

"How does this make you feel Y/N?" you didn't reply, you somewhat didn't want to admit the feeling you had after harboring this much anger toward him.

"I can't keep going if you don't reply baby."

"I feel like... I need you... I need you now please." you couldn't see it, but a devious smile crept up on Hyunjins face.

"Good girl." was the last thing he said before stepping off of the bed and pushing you back, you could feel him getting back on the bed and then on top of you. Though you couldn't see you could feel the pressure, Hyunjin removed his hat then lifted your arms up to the beds rail style headboard, you thought that he was untying you but instead he tied your hands to the headboard, you tried to tug them down and couldn't. He dove face first into your neck, you felt him kissing and sucking your skin while his hands traveled back down to your breast to lightly grope and massage them, your body felt so sensitive like you could melt under his touch you couldn't help but to squirm and buck your hips as you moaned. Hyunjin lifted your shirt and bra enough for your breast to plop out, he moved down your body to begin to suck your pretty brown nipples, you continued to gyrate as your heat got more sensitive and needy.

"P-please Hyunjin, at least untie me." you said as you wiggled under him to try to loosen your binds, Hyunjin continued to leave a trail of kisses down your stomach then stopped at your jeans to peel them off your legs leaving you in your wet pink lacy panties. He sat on his knees on the side of you, taking his long finger to your core to glide them between your wet clothed walls, he made sure to take extra time to rub circles on your sensitive nub while you continued to moan at the unbearable sensation. He continued to rub you and watched as you wiggled and squirmed from his touch, enjoying the show.

"Does it feel good Y/N? Do you want me to touch you more?" His voice adding more fuel to the fire in your core.

"Yes please, I need you so bad Jinnie." you were so desperate for more of him you even called him his old nicknamed, Hyunjin hissed at your pleas and decided you earned more, he finally removed your panties, once off he could really see just how bad you needed him, your slick was pouring out of you and your pussy was begging to be touched, he reached up too your face to remove your blind fold but kept your hands tied.

"Look Y/N, look how bad your pussy has missed me, you're so wet for me." your eyes took a second to adjust then you looked down, you hadn't even noticed you had your legs spread nice and wide for Hyunjin and your pussy was soaked.

"I want you to watch while I finally do to you what I've wanted too for years." he returned between your legs and left a few kisses on your lower belly, his hands gripped and mushed your thick thighs then he moved to leave lingering kisses on them, he kissed down your thighs and made it to exactly where you wanted him. He wasted no time peppering kisses on your heat then licking a few stripes, his arms wrapped around your thighs then he started to eat your pussy like you were his last meal. Your head dropped back onto his pillows, you wanted to grab his hair but the scarf binding your hands wouldn't allow it, instead all you could do is buck your hips into his face more. Hyunjin continued to lap up your juices then started to suck your aching clit like a sucker causing you to yell out his name followed by multiple curse words, thank God the honors dorms were soundproof to encourage a healthy studying environment. Your pussy started to pulse around nothing, and you felt your orgasm coming, you started to feel dizzy because this was the most sensitive you had ever felt.

"Please, Hyunjin I'm gonna cum please untie me." Yet your begging fell on death ears, Hyunjin was pussy drunk on your sweet taste, a taste he missed out on for years because of your falling out, he thought about how you would taste on his tongue or how your pussy would feel around his dick for so long and he was going to enjoy every moment of this. After the incident in high school Hyunjin no longer felt good about coming around you, he felt guilt when he would see your face and was too much of a coward to apologize. After not seeing you after graduation you could imagine how fast his heart raced when he saw your name on the class sign-up sheet for Human behaviors 101, it wasn't a needed class for Hyunjin since he was going into art therapy and many other choices but any chance he got to see you he was going to take it. Now thanks to that class here he was about to have the love of his life cumming on his face.

Your hips continued to move up and down, your moans never stopped just like his tongue. You saw a white flash as you came on Hyunjins face, he continued to eat you out as you came down from your high, you wanted to push him off as you started to feel over stimulation kicking in but all you could do in yell for him to stop. He finally detached his face from your core with stings of your slick connected to his chin.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself, I've wanted to do that for so long." he said while trying to catch his breath.

"Really?" you looked up at him with innocent eyes.

"Of course, Y/N, I was serious when I said I loved you." he moved next to you swiftly to untie you then to cup your face and give you reassurance.

"I love you too Hyunjin..." you both looked at each other with a longing gaze before your lips connected, you could still taste yourself on his lips and tongue as the kiss got deeper, then you remembered why you were even here.

"Mm, oh my god what time is it the assignment!" you said, Hyunjin reached to the nightstand to grab his long forgotten about laptop.

"Shit... 12:01" you both looked at each other then laughed.

"Welp, I guess we'll just ask for an extension tomorrow, visiting hours are also over so I guess you gotta stay here." He looked at you with lust filling his slit eyes.

"Fine but you're getting tied up next."

[beans-in-soup]

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Warnings: These little demons are too silly..silliness overboard (also some slight sexual innuendos/references)

Syno: Helluva cast and what they’d do if there was a puddle or wet spot infront of you while you were walking to your date…(this is so stupid..)

(Suffering with severe writers block rn but I managed to juice this out of me, bare with me yall!!)

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Moxxie:

Moxxie is a die hard gentleman, and I will stand by that. So he will totally be prepared for this occasion (like he was in the Loo Loo land episode with his little Fanny filled with meds for Via) He’d most likely whip out some sort of plastic or cardboard like walk way for you to step on..and he just like had that..on hand, meanwhile you’re saying things like…”I can just walk around it”, but please let him be cautious and spoil you, he loves being prepared for such drastic situations to get his partner away from danger..even if the danger is just getting your shoes wet. Afterwards he’ll ask if you are alright..as if walking over a puddle is traumatic or like it took a toll on you.

Blitzø:

Blitzø probably won’t care or even notice the puddle in the first place. In fact if he does notice it, he’ll purposely push you into it so your feet get all wet, especially if you’re trying to avoid it in the first place, then he’ll laugh at you and your pouty face. But if you’re actually upset about it and don’t start laughing with him he’ll definitely be like “What..you mad your shoes are wet?” Once he realizes you’re pretty pissed about it he’ll say “Ok ok..sorry.” And will then join you in the puddle and make sure his feet end up equally as soaked or even more so just so you aren’t mad at him the whole night.

Stolas:

Stolas will most definitely see the puddle and he’s all for keeping his partner out of harms way especially the smallest ounce of it, and he knows that appearance is everything and so is comfortability, he doesn’t want your feet to be wet and soppy therefore uncomfortable for you. So he’ll do the reasonable things and use his powers to make you float over it…like Stolas..really? He’s one that likes to one up, and he really loves to show off, especially to his partner. So he will use his magic for the smaller things just to impress you, that includes making you float over a puddle just so your precious feet stay dry and warm.

Fizzarolli:

Our little froggy will do what he does best and leap! You don’t think he’ll extend the both of you over a mere puddle then you are wrong, Fizz is the king of Drama, and he will be super dramatic about this whether you like it or not, He’ll extend the both of you over thoroughly and will look very badass while doing so. And he’ll even ask too “didn’t I look so cool.” Sure Fizzy, the coolest.

Asmodeus:

This big boy will not hesitate to pick you up into his arms, and he IS strong enough to do so, all while he walks into the puddle himself, but you know anything to make sure his sweetheart is alright, and no no, he won’t be setting you down afterwards, he’ll just carry you the whole way to the date just because he feels like it..and you know what you’re much safer up there with him anyways…so why would he let you down?

Striker:

This mf cowboy (“save a horse” iykwim) will not hesitate to pull some dramatics as well, he’ll whip out his little lasso from his side and wrap it around you throughly while he pulls you away from the puddle in the last moments before you even get the chance to step on it and he’ll draw you in to send you spinning (or more like falling) straight towards him and into his chest..he’ll hold you mighty close to him as he walks the both of you to your date and he will keep the lasso on you…just incase there’s anymore danger up ahead, or he’ll totally lay down his jacket for you over the puddle, just like an old school gentleman would do.

Mammon:

Mammon will definitely pull a Blitzø where he’ll purposely push you into it and will laugh at your reaction but on the other hand he won’t join you in your wet shoe’d state, he’d rather just laugh at you and say that you should audition for his pageant because watching you in dreadful situations is funny to him. He will be kind enough to dry your feet up at home/or even the restaurant, and he’ll make sure your feet are dry.

—girls—

Millie:

This precious lady will honestly want to get into the puddle with you just to splash around, it doesn’t matter that you have reservations that you’re already 20 minutes late for, she’ll dead stop and be like “Baby look a puddle!!” and you’ll understand her and begin to jump in it with her, she loves just doing childish things with you even if some people might find it gross. But! if you don’t like puddles and won’t jump in it with her she understands completely and will quite literally pick you up over her head and carry you over it…doesn’t matter if you are taller or bigger than her, she’ll carry you anytime, anywhere.

Loona:

She’s another one who will pull you into her closer so you aren’t near the puddle but instead near her. She doesn’t want your feet wet and will try to protect you or prevent you from going into it, just because she knows how annoying wet socks are, But don’t even try to mention she did it or she’ll go back/find another puddle to push you into….the shell feel bad and will lend you her socks..don’t mention that either.

Verosika:

Hehe..Verosika really loves you she does, and that’s why she has high expectations of you. One of them being that you’ll carry her through the puddle instead of her carrying you. So she’ll see the puddle, purposely get closer to it and pause when she’s a step away from it..she’ll look down roll her eyes and say something about her shoes,…take the hint [reader]! And if you do take the bait and carry her (if you can) well..she’ll give you Tenfold for treating her so nicely and will peck your cheek after..but don’t think you’re putting her down immediately after..the fun has just started.

Stella:

Hello..??? She’s royalty and is lowkey a little bratty (she need a brat tamer..I’m here for her😏) so she’ll obviously expect you to do something for her to get her out of this drastic situation, do you want her new heels to be ruined by mud? She doesn’t think so. So she’ll pause before the puddle and eye you to see what you’ll do, you can do anything and she’ll absolutely love it, pull her out of the way, lay your jacket on it, or even carry her and she will laugh and grin smugly, kissing you before continuing to walk with you again. She likes when you treat her nicely..she’ll do the same for you coming back that way at the end of the date.

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Hello my loves! I’m trying to write your requests, thank you all for being patient and supportive I love you all and you deserve your asks to be answered, you beautiful people!!🫶🏼🫶🏼!!

[cassielovesnewt]

The stars - Newt

Warnings: none, just pure fluff (Newt survived and made it to the safe haven #jamesdashnercountyourdays)

Author note: Most of what I write is to put my ideas down into words, i just don't have the creative capacity to write my own book, so I have to use characters invented by somebody else. If anyone sees this, you're more than welcome to request, I'll try my best.

Summary: You realise why the lack of stars in the glade was so significant to you, and why, even if you had no recollection of the fact, you always compared them to him <3

The day you came up in the box was one of the most terrifying things you had ever experienced. Actually, it was the only terrifying thing you remembered experiencing, but that's not the point. When the doors opened, you did what any scared little girl would do, and you searched for the loving salvation of a womans gaze but found nothing. Only the curious stares of boys.

You can't remember why that was so terrifying, feeling so different and so confused, not knowing a single thing about yourself. Maybe it's because those terrifying boys are now the only things in the world you would actually kill yourself to protect, but you would never dream of being scared of any one of them. Especially him.

You don't know what it was about him, but as soon as your eyes met, you felt safe. They were brown, but not the boring kind, the deep kind of brown that makes you feel warm and loved, the kind of eyes you can stare at for hours.

He jumped down into the box with you, but you didn't flinch. Even though you had no idea who the boy was, a part of you know that he was nothing to be afraid of. And when he spoke, it gave you a crippling sense of familiarity, as if you'd heard his voice a million times over but had no recollection of ever hearing it.

"It's okay, we're not going to hurt you." He spoke, and his voice drilled into your brain, as if you new it like you knew your own heart but a curtain had been draped over the memories, locking them away.

"I know." You whispered, looking into his eyes, refusing to tear your focus away from the only shred of familiarity you can't seem to remember.

That night you looked up into the sky, but saw nothing but a navy abyss. The stars were missing. For some reason you couldn't quite remember, this was your breaking point. All the stress and fear of the day bubbled up and you cried yourself silently to sleep.

That seems like decades ago, the glade. You'd been through so much since then. And throughout all of it your friends had been by your side. Minho was like a brother to you, caring and loving yet so humbling, always finding a way to show you up. And Thomas had become a symbol of hope, leading you through thick and thin and always finding a way to keep you safe.

Newt was different, the way you loved him was lightyears away from the way you loved your other boys.

You'd been in the safe haven for two weeks. Two weeks since W.C.K.D fell, since the foundations of the last city crumbled into ash. Two weeks since you'd lost your sister. It was unreal to think that you and Teresa had a whole history of loving each other before your memories had been stolen from you. A history that she dies knowing, like a secret only she was allowed to know.

There was a spot you could go to, when it all felt a bit to much. A small cliff, only twenty of so feet from the surface of the ocean, looking out into the sea. It was where you went to think.

Instead of looking out into the ocean, you looked up into the sky. Since leaving the glade, not once had you thought to check on the stars.

When you looked up at the stars, the only person you could think of was him; the way his smile made your stomach fizz like popping candy, the way his laugh could make any of your moods ten times lighter, the way his touch made you feel like nothing else in the world could touch you, the way his words drown everyone else out into white noise. But mostly you think about the way he looks at you. The way little specks of gold swim in the abyss of his eyes, shining back you. The way he looks at you as if your the only person he'll ever care to look at again.

As if you hung the stars in the sky.

"There was a time before the maze where you could tell me the name of every single constellation in the sky."

The accented voice snapped you from your day dreams, making you jump slightly. He sat down next to you, his shoulder pressed firmly against yours, as if not touching you would mean you'd slip away.

"When I woke up on the berg, my head hurt so bad I couldn't even think of my own name. I panicked at first, thinking those bloody shanks had dumped me into another one of there tests, that my whole life after the maze had been a dream,"

You kept your eyes on him, not daring to look away. He was staring at the stars, as if they were the only thing holding him together.

"Everything was so loud, I left like my brain was working as a millions miles an hour. Probably still bugged from the infection, I guess. But then you were there." He said, turning his head to look directly into your eyes.

"You leaned over me and told me everything was going to be alright, and suddenly I remember every single thing W.C.K.D had ever ripped from me. My only theory is that the infection worked like a reset button, bringing everything back."

He looked back towards the stars, and it was like he blended into them. As if he was meant to be up there, shining on everyone instead of living in this hell of an earth.

"I remember loving you, and I remember how hard you fought them when they took me away."

Your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes still piercing into the side of his head.

"It doesn't surprise me, that even after my memories were taken away, I still found a way to fall in love with you. I don't think there's a single version of me out there that doesn't fall in love with you." He's looking at you now, but he's not scared, as if he knows something you don't.

He brought his hand up to your face, brushing you cheek and pushing his fingers through your hair, resting his hand on the back of your head. He tried to pull you in, but he didn't need to, you were already there.

Your hands where on either side of his face, holding him as if he's break. And the kiss was so gentle, so delicate it was almost as if you were both made of glass. He pulled you in deeper, stealing your breath away. When he pulled away, he placed his forehead onto yours, as if desperately trying to share the memories he longed for you to remember.

"I love you." You say.

"I know." he replied.

[ranchycowgirllover]

Finished that Stolas Re-Design, first up any problems with the initial design

Okay so admittedly not as much to say as Stella’s re-design, it’s just his cloths and feet. And while I didn’t mention in the image above I also I’m not fond of the gradients on his feathers. It’s just unnecessary, I also find the second pair of eyes unnecessary as well.

Alright so this design I have for Stolas. I put him in the Ozzie’s outfit because I like that outfit. I also tried to make his eyebrow things look like horns (y’know cuz he’s a demon). Changed his body type to look at least a little more threatening, like there’s nothing wrong with your characters being skinny but it seems most of the male characters (Stolas, Blitz, Moxie, Fizz, Angel Dust ect.) have the same body and frankly think it’s really boring. Also tired to make the feet more sturdy and bird like, (I know it’s not the best but I’m trying and hopefully I can get better). Also made him more fluffy just cuz.

Issues with his character writing

My critique of his writing is stop making him a sad boi with daddy issues who can do no wrong. Let him be a bad person, he can still care about his daughter and he can still try to keep the peace with his wife but just let him be a demon. Honestly I think it would be interesting if Stolas was shown to be more of a manipulator. Like we saw with his deal with Bliltz. But what if we saw that with his family too, maybe he tries manipulating Octavia to hate Stella, maybe tries to manipulate Stella who after years of this shitty marriage she refuses to back down. Maybe that’s why she’s so keen on staying angry and bitter. Like we see him trying to be a peacekeeper in the lulu land episode and I think that’s more interesting if he stayed that way rather then “that was the sound of a fucking divorce”. Like he could still find himself growing fond of Blitz but the relationship would still be fucked up.

Okay next up lore

Alright, so him being in his 30s is stupid make him a fallen angel who’s been alive for thousands of years. Now this brings up the question, “If Octavia is a precautionary heir and Stella and him are arranged why would Octavia be so young?” So I am about to rewrite and connect Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. I would rewrite it so that the yearly exterminations only started happening recently. Within say the last 20 or so years. (Could even have a big mystery as to why heaven starting doing this). So this started happening maybe a few upper class demons were killed and they all went “Oh shit we might actually die” so they all decided they should start having children (this would not only explain Octavia but also Charlie and those leviathan siblings) like if you think about it’s kinda weird that there are so many only children of these ancient demons that are all fairly young. So the ars goetia were required to produce cautionary heirs (probably ordered to by Lucifer) to replace any that could potentially die. I think that the seven princes would be excluded but the lower ranking upper class would have been forced to do this.

So yeah now that I have the parents out of the way, next up will be my Octavia design. So look forward to that 👉😎👉

[allastoredeer]

Holaaa first of all I hope u are having a good day and I am excited to read more of ur fic, not gonna lie ur story is been living in my head rent free for weeks now😆

I heard u might introduce us to some of the Helluva Boss’s characters, and I was wondering what u think about Al possibly getting along with Fiz. There is no way Fiz doesn’t know how menacing Al is, but at the same time they both creature of entertainment, so he might respect him on some level and Al might actually like someone who recognise him as a good radio host. Like imagine them doing a duet ehehe I can imagine them stealing all the spotlight

Meanwhile Lucifer is entertaining Asmo with his constantly whining about the radio demon XD

Thank you! I'm hoping to get back to writing for Hazbin soon. I'm still stuck on this Star War's fic I have to write, and it's almost done, it's just been the equivalent of pulling out teeth. Hhhhhh why is this so haaaarrrddd.

But anyway, if terms of my RadioApple series I don't know if I'm introducing any of the Helluva Boss characters (it gets tough to juggle so many characters at once), but I would love for Al and Fizz to meet. Entertainer meets Entertainer. They're here to put on a show!

But, I'd also LOVE to see Mama's-Boy-Blitz meet Mama's-Boy-Alastor, and them bonding over being complete and total Mama's-Boys. They say their biggest role model is their mother, at the same time, and become instant best friends. Murder buddies, just out to have a good time.

Would also love for Lucifer to meet up with all the other Sins and have a proper catching up. He can show them new pictures of Charlie and her girlfriend, and complain about Alastor, and brag about beating the shit out of Adam. I think he needs it.

[the-moon-shine-drink]

WOOOOOOO IM BACK BABYYYY (i keep forgetting tumblr exists tbh)

ASMODEUS HEADCANON TIME. I HAVE A WHOLE 3 PAGES IRL SO IF YOU WANT MORE LMK

-He is the strongest sin. However, he is the least likely to use his powers since he doesn’t need to use them as much as other sins like Bee. Another reason is Fizz. He knows the small bean boy gets antsy and nervous around fire, so that limits the usage more. His emotions control the heat/intensity of the fire, so he could most definitely kill a lot of people if he is angry enough.

~Bonus Part: Ozzie has a room in his mansion that is used as a sorta cool down room. It’s completely fire proof so he can let loose if he had a bad day. This was put in place so that he doesn’t have to bottle up his emotions, and he didn’t cause Fizz any anxiety if he saw what Ozzie could do.

-When Asmodues first opened Ozzie’s, he allowed single people so they could have the chance to not be single anymore. (shut up I know that’s bad grammar) But that changed about a year into it being opened when he saw too many drunk people hit on people that didn’t want to be hit on. Lucifer heard and got pissed at Ozzie, telling him to fix this or he’s shutting down the bar. So, now Ozzie only allows couples.

-Him and Mammon are exes. I can see them being super toxic to each other or it being a mutual agreement to break up. If it was a toxic relationship, Mammon only saw Ozzie as a toy for him to play with, and overall treated him like shit. He didn’t see Ozzie for being Ozzie, he saw Ozzie as being the embodiment of Lust. If it was a mutual agreement, they would’ve actually been really good to each other. It’s just work got in the way, and they broke off for them to succeed in work. It’s a little awkward, since Mammon still does Ozzie, but Ozzie moved on. But Ozzie doesn’t know that. (someone please remind me i want to make a fix on this /hj)

-When the two sins did date, Mammon would call Ozzie “Asmo”. He liked the nickname, but now it just reminds him of a time he doesn’t really wanted to be reminded of. It’s not like he hates it, he just hates the memories tied to it. He doesn’t really get called Asmo anymore, but Mammon will slip up if at a sins meeting. Ozzie refuses to let anyone else call him Asmo, especially not Fizz. Him and Fizz almost had a fight about it, but they talked it out because COMMUNICATION IS IMPORTANT.

-Him and Bee are best friends. They talk all the time. It’s a straight girl with her gay best friend. He’s the one who introduced Tex to her, and she told him to try a “business” relationship with Fizz. They’re each others wingmen, and would kill for each other. Ozzie and Bee are always on the phone when he’s not busy, and it makes their partners a little jealous sometimes. More Fizz than Tex, but every now and again he gets clingy.

-He is an insomniac. he works close to 100 hours a week, if not more. He had several companies he has to do product tests, paperwork, not to mention a the bar. He gets around an hour of sleep a night, maybe 2 if he’s lucky. The other part of the little sleep is a certain someone being “happy” to see him. He learned to run off a cup of coffee and an energetic imp to keep him awake.

Hope you enjoyed! As usual, requests are allowed! I’ll do headcanons for any helluva boss ir hazbin charecter. See ya later!

[stories-and-chaos]

Tarnished pt 18

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Part 18/?? Word count: 1989 Cw: gaslighting, mention of domestic abuse, anguage]

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The troupe quickly set up their tents in Greed, outside of Legalesedale. They steered clear of Notamafia Town, Extortionville, Corruptcopsburg, and Noyakuzahere City; those big population centers had crazy high taxes for out of towners. Legalesedale was slightly better in that regard.

The sudden change of location threw a lot of the performers off; they had to take a day to pitch tents and rest up. When the shows resumed, there were problems.

And they all had to do with Fizzarolli. He, Barb, and Barb’s mom were all still upset from Blitzo abandoning them. Tilly refused to believe what Cash had told them. The kids were mostly angry and sad at Blitzo’s absence. That icy chunk feeling in Fizz’s tummy hadn’t gone away. A couple performances by himself was a hurdle.

A solo act forever scared him.

Fizz liked the applause and laughter. It felt great to make so many people happy with something he had fun doing. But without his friend, the pressure was too much. Too many eyes on him. He’s started flubbing. He missed a catch juggling and he could feel Cash’s disapproval after.

He had to be perfect. He had to practice and be the best clown possible on his own. But that icy chunk wouldn’t go away!

If anything, the more he tried, the worse he got. He kept missing catches, dropping the spinning plates, tripping during the acrobatic parts. Cash was getting more and more angry with him. Fizz realized those looks the ringleader gave him were familiar. But he’d never been on the receiving end.

That had been Blitzo. Is that why Blitzo left? That thought didn’t make him less sad about the other boy abandoning them, it just made him more confused.

Almost three weeks into their stay in Greed, Fizz barely felt any thrill at performing. The iciness was all through him now. But he couldn’t give up. He was going to be better than that jerk who left. He was going to be perfect.

His hands decided otherwise and he struggled to make balloon animals. That crowd’s laughter that day hurt. After that round of performances, Cash pulled him aside.

“Fizzarolli, kid, what’s the big deal?” The adult imp looked and sounded sympathetic but something was off. Maybe the way he towered over Fizz or the slight hiss on his words. “You gotta get back to normal, you’re the best clown we got, don’t want to disappoint anyone. Right?” Cash’s eyes were watery and pleading.

Fizz felt bad for thinking the ringmaster didn’t care. He was probably upset about Blitzo being gone too, but the show had to go on. The little clown nodded eagerly. “I-I’ll do better sir.”

“Good, because the whole troupe is relying on you.” Then he gave Fizz a heavy handed push to go get dinner. The boy picked listlessly at his potatoes, trying to figure out how he could be good enough again.

Barb sat down next to him. “Still having a hard time Fizz?” He nodded glumly, eating a mouthful so he didn’t have to actually talk. She took a bite of her chimera nuggets before continuing. “Wanna team up?”

Fizz swallowed hard, “Huh? But you never liked the clown act…”

She shrugged. “I gotta find a new act, since…” her brow furrowed angrily, “can’t exactly do a twin act without a twin.” She bit into a nugget, tearing off its head to vent her anger.

The ice thawed a bit. He and Barb had always been friends, even if he’d been closer to Blitzo. Just having a friend beside him was calming. “Okay, let’s start planning our new act after dinner.”

He and Barb ended up being less comedic and more acrobatic, but they worked well together. It took a few months of practice before they were up to live performances. Before then Barb would wait just outside the ring, her steady presence helping him regain his confidence.

Their comedic bits had Barb playing the foil to Fizz’s humor. She had a way of looking completely disinterested that Fizz was able to adapt his jokes to. Their take on the pie gag had Fizz offering multiple flavors and spinning the rejects like plates. There would be too many to balance and all the pies would fall on Fizz. Barb’s closing line of “I wanted cake,” was a hilarious finisher.

Fizz’s renewed confidence and improved performance meant the disapproving glares from Cash eased up. Not that his demands for perfection were any less, but Fizz was meeting them.

Barb’s mom, Tilly, continued to clash with her husband. Not vocally, not after a second argument about Blitzo resulted in her wearing high necked and long sleeved dresses for weeks. But she refused to sleep in the same bed and made no effort to make sure Cash ate or had clean outfits. She wanted to head back to Pride, but didn’t dare leave Barb and Fizz alone with the older man.

Cash, ever the petty demon, had others in the circus give Tilly extra work constantly. Since she hadn’t performed since being pregnant with the twins, she did a lot of childcare as well as helping behind the curtains. She was a capable imp. Cash took advantage of that and her caretaker personality at every opportunity. She was constantly on edge. The never ending work meant she never had the chance to go to any other Ring on her own.

Barb was annoyed at her mom’s stubborn insistence that Blitzo wouldn’t leave them the way Cash claimed. Wouldn’t they have heard from him at some point? Not that the girl wasn’t hurt by her twin’s absence, but the lack of any communication pointed to him tossing the family away. Just like their dad said.

The circus continued to perform throughout Hell. Even though the troupe members suggested shows in Pride again, Cash refused them all. No amount of persuasion would change his mind. Fortunately the Greed Ring in particular enjoyed the clown and circus aesthetic. They made enough to offset any grifting that occurred in that Ring.

By the time Fizzarolli and Barb were in their mid teens, he was the star of the All Imp Circus. His stage fright of being solo was mostly gone. Which was probably for the best; his act with Barb was being scheduled less often.

Not that they didn’t enjoy performing together. But Barb was less interested in the spotlight; she preferred helping the strongmen act toss out creeps and troublemakers. As Fizz got more popular, there were more weirdos around the circus. She was glad to send them packing, usually with bloodied faces.

When Fizz’s clown idol, the Deadly Sin Mammon, announced the first show tour he’d done in years, the teenager saved up to go. He even did extra performances to get tickets for him and Barb. He knew his best friend wouldn’t let him go alone. And she didn’t like clowns enough to pay for a ticket near the stage like Fizzarolli was. But if he already had one for her, she couldn’t say no.

Which was exactly what happened. He even convinced her into a Mammon brand crop top. And he was up close to the King of Greed when he announced the first clown pageant. Fizz was so excited he didn’t notice Barb’s skepticism.

“Okay, even for that guy, that was too many clowns,” Barb said later as they walked home.

“I have to win that pageant someday. Can you imagine how amazing it would be to get to work with him?” Fizz was giddy with the thought.

“Fuck that!” Barb said vehemently. “You’re already the star of our circus. Being that creep’s mascot sounds pretty lame in comparison.”

“But it’s the chance to work with my idol Barb. He’s giving someone new an opportunity to be in the spotlight!” His eyes sparkled in the flickering streetlights. “He’s an inspiration!”

“Yeah, of what not to do,” she said under her breath. “But were all those clowns, rants, an over hyped commercial, and puking on stage worth what you paid for tickets?”

“So worth it!” He sighed. Behind them was the faint sound of someone else on the street, but nothing unusual. “Barb, do you think I can win if I work really really hard?”

Barb smirked and punched her friend’s shoulder. “I think you’re the best clown in Hell and you’ll be the new clown face on everything if you want, contest or no contest.”

Then the sound of someone behind them was suddenly the sound of someone dashing into their path. “Holy, shit!” The gangly imp was flushed and sweaty, almost drooling at seeing Fizz. “You're Fizzarolli! Oh, MAN! Your stuff is great!”

Fizz hunched in on himself. “Oh- hey, there. Thank you, I appreciate that.” The duo tried to walk away but the bespectacled imp ran in front again. “Woah, oh-okay.” Fizz stumbled back, his tail wrapping around his legs.

The other imp kept talking. “After seeing your shows, I wanted to get into clown performing too!” Fizz winced at his fan’s excitement while Barb glared at him. “I’m really good!” Fizz started to hold out his hand to shake when Barb said, “Hang on, you’re that asshat that keeps trying to peep in his dressing room.”

The other imp ignored her and grabbed the young clown’s hand. “I have the best idea for a duo performance between us, that should spice up your act. Picture this: We start it like a romantic, ballroom dance or a-“

Barb shoved him away from Fizz. “Fuck off creepazoid. That’s the sleaziest pitch I’ve ever heard.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are bitch? I was talking to Fizzy!” He looked around the young woman and tried to grab Fizz’s hand again. “I’m sorry Fizzy, I’m not normally so aggressive-“

Barb laughed at him. “Yeah, you’re normally a limp dick hiding behind curtains trying to take a peek. Get lost fucko.”

“Nobody asked you bitch! Fizz, tell her to back off. You don’t want me to go, right? We’re gonna talk about doing an act together!”

Fizz, his tail wrapped around him as he stayed behind Barb, kept his hands to his chest so the other couldn’t grab him again. “We- we have to go now! Thanks though!” They tried to move past the fan again but he grabbed Fizz’s tail as the two walked by.

Fizz squeaked in surprise. Barb, seeing what made him stop, whirled around. A quick move had her kicking the guy in the groin. His face turned redder as he doubled over. “I told you to get lost fucko. And if I see you at the circus again, you’ll be singing soprano for life.”

Fizz held his tail in both hands as they finally walked away from the creep. Said creep was curled up under the streetlight, both hands covered his crotch as he spluttered in pain. “FIZZ! FIZZAROLLI!” When neither of the pair looked back, he screeched. “FINE! Fuck both of you elitist bitches! Your act’s fucking TRASH ANYWAYS!”

“Hellfire Fizz, how do you attract all these fucking weirdos?” Barb grumbled as they put more distance between them and the other imp.

“Barb…what if he’s right, what if my acts are trash?” His voice was shaking as he remembered the days when he couldn’t do any of his routines right. “What if I’m never good enough?”

The girl looked at him in disbelief. “Dude, don’t listen to a jackass like him. You’re plenty good enough. You pull the crowds to prove that.”

“But I need to be perfect!”

“Mmm, no, nobody’s perfect Fizz.”

“I just need to keep practicing, and someday, maybe I’ll be good enough for Mammon.”

Barb could only sigh at Fizzarolli’s determined expression. “Let's get home and we can talk about what kind of practice you wanna do tomorrow.”

Fizz gave her a sweet smile that was part and parcel to his personality. “Thanks Barb.”

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[sunflwryu]

warning: yandere, kidnapping | requested by: anon

price

the only stories that would have happily ever afters were the stories where at least one of the leads was filthy rich. after all, money’s the key factor to surviving, and if you have enough of it, you can do so, so many wonderful things and never have to worry about starving or working to the bone again. you just get to live life without a single care in the world.

that’s why sunghoon couldn’t understand why you handed back the expensive flower bouquet he had bought for you, a sheepish apologetic smile on your face.

what didn’t you like about him?

and why did you seem to like heeseung instead? that boy works multiple part time jobs just to get by, but somehow you still go and talk to him everyday, laughing so brightly as you always do, showering him with compliments, wasting your days away with him, with a loser like him rather than being happy with someone who’s actually worth your time. why did you always hang out with him, someone who wouldn’t be able to keep you happy for long? someone who didn’t deserve you? someone who couldn’t provide for you?

“i’m sorry, i don’t like you that way...” sunghoon hates the pity shining in your eyes as you look at him, hates how his shoulders instinctively deflate before he can stop them, hates the pain that takes hold of his heart.

he bites back his initial rage. “why...?”

“i just don’t think of you that way,” you reply simply, as if this whole ordeal’s nothing to you, like you’re taking his feelings lightly. “we’re just classmates and we don’t even talk that much.” even if that’s true, even if you’re just acquaintances right now, he feels an insatiable anger fizzing in his stomach at your matter-of-fact reasoning, his fists clenching at his sides. he likes you; no, he loves you so, so much and you’re just...not even giving him a chance? not even hearing him out after confessing, not even anything...?

you’re so arrogant, and for what? are you playing with his feelings? or is it because of heeseung? he wouldn’t let that best friend of yours get in his way, no way.

sunghoon takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. maybe you just want him to prove himself, that he wants you, that he can take care of you. you deserve the best after all, and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t show you that? maybe you think he’s like heeseung, poor and incapable?

“okay...” he says carefully, fingers tightening around the bottom of the bouquet so much that his knuckles turn white, “...then, how much money do you need for me to your boyfriend?”

as soon as the words leave his mouth, your eyes narrow into a sharp glare, fire burning in your eyes. “what the hell?! are you insinuating i’m someone to be bought with your stupid money? park sunghoon, i’m telling you right now, i’m not easy like all the other people you may have chased after. how fucking dare you insult me like that!” you shout at him before spinning on your heel and storming off, your voice full of disdain for the boy.

who does he think he is, acting like that towards you? you thought he was sincere at first from the way he took the time to buy you the flowers and arrange the dinner reservation stated in the card that went with the bouquet, and even the look in his eyes was quite soft and genuine. seemingly.

did he say all that just because you told him the truth? that you don’t see him like that?

you feel a hand on your wrist, but before you can wrench it off, you’re yanked back like you weigh nothing, like you’re just an object rather than a person. “so, you’re saying no to me? are you sure about that answer?” sunghoon’s voice is dark and threatening next to your ear, and something about it sets you on edge, shivers running down your spine as you gulp nervously, uncomfortably shifting in his grip.

“you can’t be serious, who in their right mind would say yes to you after hearing something like that?” you snap, exasperated, your eyes boring knives into his as you meet his unreadable gaze.

he shakes his head mockingly, disappointment clear in his features. he doesn’t say anything, only dragging the powerless you along with him to his car despite your incessant protests for him to unhand you. something about his silence scares you, and badly. there’s this unnerving feeling in your throat that you can’t get rid of, and all you can do is struggle away from him as much as you can, but alas, he’s strong, much stronger than you anticipate.

he leads you to the trunk, opening it with the press of a hidden button to reveal your best friend, heeseung, ankles and wrists tied by rough rope, his mouth taped shut, puffy eyes widening as he meets yours.

“heeseung! what—” you scream, but you’re interrupted by a hand clamping over your mouth. you turn around to look at the rich boy you rejected with tears in your eyes, the gravity of the situation, the responsibility for your friend’s capture finally sinking into your bones as a sinister smile crosses his lips.

“i was going to let him free if you accepted my confession, you know? such a shame,” sunghoon clicks his tongue as he rolls his eyes at heeseung’s pathetic muffled pleas to let him go, “such a shame, really.” he mercilessly slams the trunk shut, earning a muted screech from your best friend, before turning to you, holding back from laughing at your amusingly bitter expression, filled with rage and eyes full of hot tears. “i bet you’re probably thinking in that pretty little head of yours why i did this. well...” he opens the car door to the backseat and roughly shoves you inside before you can interrupt him, buckling you in with the seatbelts and enabling some sort of child lock on them so you can’t free yourself from them, grinning madly at you.

“...you should know there’s always a price to pay for rejecting me, doll.”

anon said: Hey! I had a Request! Rich!Yandere!sunghoon liking you but you don't like him back. He sees you talking with Heeseung and being best friends with him but he's a broke guy and isn't as rich as sunghoon so it angers him. He then asks you that how much money you will need to be his girlfriend to which you ofcource get angry and decline. Then after another rejecting from you sunghoon decides to just kidnap you.

note: hey anon! i made this more gender neutral, that’s the only change i made to this. thanks for sending in the request, i hope you liked it! i wrote this pretty quickly after you sent it in cuz yandere! sunghoon brainrot is real for me rn lol. there’s a request i’ve been working on for a while now (i’m so sorry T_T) that i can’t come up with anything good for rn so this was a good way to take a break from it. anyway thanks for reading everyone, i hope you all enjoyed it too! poor heeseung in this story tho :((

enhypen masterlist | main masterlist | by @sunflwryu

[lifmera]

Hello! Hope you're having a good day and that everything's going well! If it isn't too much to ask I would like to have a pairing with a Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel character, preferably male. * So a little bit about myself! My pronouns are He/They but actually like to present myself as feminine at times * Most people said that the first time they saw me they thought I was mean and actually scary and I think it was because of my stern look and whenever someone would ask me something I would give them short cold answers.. but I'm not that. I'm actually a little shy but once you know me I'm just super lively, loving to sing (even if I suck at it), always cracking a joke and just wanting to enjoy the moment. Despite all that I'm actually pretty calm at times and offer some heartfelt and harsh advice. Whenever that happens I just go full on serious mode and prefer to listen first and instead of solving the persons problems, I rather guide them in the right direction. * Likes! I love to do creative things, like writing and drawing, and to read, specially dystopian fiction. I also take a great interest in astronomy, magic things like witchcraft and bones (I can't explain it-). As for music it's basically a little bit of everything with both jazz and pop being way up. * In a relationship I prefer.. the less touching possible the better. That being said my main love languages are quality time and gift giving. Although I don't really enjoy touching, I wouldn't mind if my partner want hugs or something like that. And that's it! Sorry if it was too long and don't feel pressured to do it right away! Take your time and don't forget to drink plenty of water and rest! Hope you have a good day!

Hi hun!! Ofc!!

And finally my first Helluva req!!

And thank you sweetheart 💞 honestly i think Stolas would fit too.

I’ve decided to pair you with BLITZØ & ALASTOR!!!

Ill do Alastor first!

He’d definitely love and find you intriguing. Stone cold?

When he finds out more about you, he was honestly surprised.

Although he’d probably do duets with you, he’d LOVE to hear your jokes.

Especially if they are dad jokes cus … he is a huge dad joke.

He likes that you are able to be calm in situations, and help through situations too!

He would look to you for some advice, just to make sure he believes he’s right!

If you listen to Jazz? He’s spending all his time with you. And def listening to Jazz.

He would force you to chat about fav artists w him.

You both dislike physical touch, and he appreciates it. He would prefer acts of service and words of affirmation.

Now Blitzo!

He also presents feminine sometimes! He thinks it’d be fun to do together.

He definitely got attracted to you with that stone cold look, and short replies !! At first anyways.

Once he also gets to know you, he definitely would love to hang out with you!

Although you may not be the best singer- NEITHER IS HE!!! And he enjoys singing, or listening.

He is also always cracking jokes, so you both are cackling at EVERY MOMENT!!

He will always look to you for advice, and he doesn’t do that for anyone else either. He’s pretty reserved.

He would’ve probably confided into you about fizz, his mom, stolas and everything else at that moment in time.

Your interest in astronomy and witchcraft reminded him of Stolas, but instead of Stolas sexual nature- he has someone he really will care and show up for.

If you can draw, he will FORCE you to teach him. HE NEEDS TO DRAW HIS PONIES!! and obviously to make up for the shitty art lessons he got.

He would totally listen to your stories, because it would remind him of Millie and Moxxie, and he wants what they have.

He listens to more metally type of music, but boy will he listen to anything. Honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if he started listening to country??

I also think that Blitz isn’t big on physical touch either. He would be icked out. He thinks that words of affirmation and quality time are better. He knows you’re listening to him and willing to be there!

[pinkandpurple360]

Music anon

Can we talk about Blitzo's character?

I talk a lot about Fizz because he's so classically tragic, but I actually really love Blitzo. And I think his story in the series just fizzled out in favor of Stolas. His mom is implied to have been sick his whole life, he is the untalented child who fell in love with his childhood friend, but there must have been some kind of jealousy there too right?

I really love coming of age stories and I feel the original concept for Blitzo was perfect for a story aimed at young adults learning emotional regulation and acceptance of things and themselves. Blitzo is kind of a failure. He's in his 30s and missed the boat, mainly because he never really got to just be a kid. He was constantly being compared to and overshadowed by his twin sister and best friend. And that disconnect especially in regards to Fizz must have really hurt.

Everyone loved Fizz and would in the same breath put Blitzo down. He loves Fizz, but so does everyone else. That would absolutely cause some conflicted feelings, right? Loving but maybe even resenting Fizz at times? All because Blitzo wasn't valuable to others in a tangible way. So his love probably was just as worthless as he was.

I'm really vibing with this song Peanut Butter Waffles by Ryan Caraveo. (https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=0AGg06HXgAc&si=xQb2LWWP9keRBzfD)

Especially the lyrics

Acting like a kid Because I never quite learned how to be Peanut butter waffles When it's dinner time and I'm alone Hiding in my castle But the walls are made of styrofoam

Blitzo is also an exploited child, just like Fizz. And the only time they could be children was when they were alone together. When they could make mistakes and figure things out, because otherwise Blitzo was always the screw up and Fizz was the golden boy. It was thrust on them, but it would also be internalized in various ways. And Blitzo and Fizz both probably feel they never quite had a childhood.

And just the image of peanut butter waffles in the middle of the night. It's giving Soul when Joe eats the piece of pie all alone. It's framed as the sign of someone at their lowest. It's pathetic, and Blitzo feels he is. It adds into the lyrics

I can hear the fridge buzz I can hear my thoughts clear I can hear the room ring I can hear who's not here

Like, he can hear all the adults in his life who never instilled value in him. He can hear Fizz when their relationship was at its worst (like, I feel they would have really nasty fights in their friendship. No one knows how to hurt you more than your best friend after all, and growing up so close, they probably would throwdown in arguments. Verbally if not physically). He can hear Verosika too. Truth Seekers was such a good episode man. Why did they have to retcon it so hard?

But my favorite lyric has to be "Hiding in my castle but the walls are made of Styrofoam". It's that pillow fort you'd make to run away from all the bad things. It's that back corner in the closet you'd hide in when you didn't feel safe. But as an adult you recognize how fragile that sense of safety was.

Eating peanut butter waffles, feeling too immature at his age, all alone.

He's a tragic character too, not in such a conventional way. And I really love my broken little lizard man.

I love the broken lizard man too I hope he can find love from people who don’t make him and his closest beloved friends feel like this:

Or hurt him like Loona does. After s2e2 Loona is an equivalent abuser to Blitzø as Stella is to Vivs favourite character.

His “horse thing” is a big part of it too, that’s what him and Fizz used to play with. Those were the animals they tamed and kept at the circus. And I bet he liked taking care of them too.

As for him arguing with Fizz, I feel like he was such a sweet soft spoken kid back then that becoming vicious is a new thing. In Ozzies when he’s verbally tearing Blitzø apart, he just looks confused and like “why are you acting like this?” In response. Even during Verosikas song he’s still looking over at Fizz. I still think his upset after Ozzies wasn’t just about Stolas covering his face, it was about seeing fizz there. And yeah if Viv wants that episode to mean anything, the end of the story is them not doing that again, accepting that they have no connection at all. Because they really don’t. Stolas is Blitzøs biggest fan. Not his partner. That’s it.

I think of the crowds saying “we love you fizz” “I love you fizz” all the time, and the fact Creepzo is like the worst parts of who Blitzø sees himself as. All these people who get to say the thing Blitzø wants to say. All holding fan letters and flowers like him. Just another fan, with fizz even joking that he’s a stalker. Which he hates, and replies saying he’d never want to be around him because he hates who he’s become. That conversation is dramatic enough without “then they both get tied up and thrown into a big cage” which is just childish babyish writing to get two characters to talk.

There’s unfortunately no moment where we see people try to convince fizz that he was attacked by Blitzø, and him denying it and saying “no he was my best friend, he’d never hurt me, it can’t be true. Did he visit yet?” Him waiting and waiting in that hospital bed. Trying to comprehend that he’s his “lifelong enemy” Instead it’s revealed through choppy fast paced dialogue. And they won’t let us feel for the two, or for them to have a moment alone, without the royal designated love interests there.

Not only that. But his ego is driven by the idea that he was resilient to Blitzøs hatred and jealousy, that wasn’t actually there. And Blitzøs ego is driven by not selling out and working for his keep even doing the dirty work fizz probably didn’t ever have to do (I mean, he can’t even cook food) He probably cooked food, did laundry, washed up, and gave security. Protecting fizzarolli is as natural to him as breathing. Even mid fight. And that’s something really sweet. His character is driven by a need to ‘save’ others and be a hero for them, which puts him in dangerous situations when dependent takers like stolas demand endless saving and endless helping and endless guilt tripping. Another reason they’re a horrible match. A saviour complex and victim complex are an awful match.

His work is about carrying out the unfinished business of the dead. Let that sink in for a second. Deceased people taken from the world too soon for the connections in their life to have closure. It seems like there’s some untouched grief there.

It was something different. So his core is based on a lie, what him and Asmodeus overcame together, was also based on a lie. This story needs a ton more explanation and trying to force stolas into it is such a bad idea. He’s nothing more than a Blitzø stan who only wants to break down his walls and find out about his traumas so he can “have” him and so Blitzø won’t resist and fight back against him anymore. He has no reason to unpack Blitzøs trauma and act like it’s the only reason they can’t get married. (Because let’s be real stolas’ obvious end goal is to marry blitzø have him move into the palace, and then have him replace Stella full time)

I’m more interested in who his twin sister is, his other half biologically. It seems to me like as an adult he’s looking for sexuality to replace the emptiness inside. He doesn’t want to die alone. For twins, they don’t even enter the world alone, they have someone with them, so it makes sense he wouldn’t want to leave the world alone either. I’m also half hoping his mother was either never found or she’s comatosed because four dead moms is a blasted joke.

I hope people lose their shit at Stella’s death. Though I can see some poetic tragedy to it. Octavia harms the person she loves the most and loses her mom in a fit of ice, as Blitzø lost his in a fit of flames. Via and him have often been framed as practically in sync with the way they behave and react to things. And her phobia of clowns and Fizz being a comfort to her growing up are interesting. Maybe the two could perform one last show for her as they did for her father and grandfather.