Your Secret Best Friend

Multi fandom Sfw/fluff and hcs are my calling She/her|05’ English isn’t my native language so bear with me:’)

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Im on the start of s4 and everything has gone terribly wrong, but at least I have them now and their dynamic is kinda funny:’)

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No request, just want to say I love your Fics and Art and hope you’re having a good day 🫶🏻

Thank you so much! I’m glad my lil creations are to your liking and I hope you have a great day too ^^

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Recently started watching game of thrones for the first time with my sister, is he always like this?

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Hii I rlly love ur writing and its so cute!!

I was wondering if you have any x reader hcs with Sinclair from Deadlock? :0 anything and any topic is fine! Thank youu! ❤️

Thank you so much! I wasn’t expecting to get a Sinclair request since these silly billys are always overshadowed :’) here you go!

Sinclair liking the same person hcs!

Tw: none

Henry

§ he is as subtle as peacock when it comes to trying to impressing you.

§ i mean, he’s the magnificent Henry? How could you not be impressed?!

§ and like any magnificent magician, he’ll need an actually “talent” assistant

§ yeah he’s using vaguely recruiting you as a means to talk to you longer, but you don’t have to know that.

§ even though him and his soon-to-be ex wife share the same body, he is quite vocal about his attraction towards you.

§ he’s still very impulsive when it comes to love even when it cost him his afterlife. Still chasing the life that could’ve been after everything.

§ but his ghostly status won’t stop him from searching for his happily ever after! Matter of fact he knows a certain blood mystic that’ll make you both official when you’re ready to move on.

§ he is shamelessly jealousy when savannah is at the center of your attention, but will try his best to be “cool” about it.

§ although he begrudgingly respects your taste.

§ “seriously, savannah isn’t someone you wanna get mixed up with all the time, trust me I know a thing or two about that.” He just couldn’t help himself making one more snide comment.

Savannah

§ surely you have more common sense than liking that fool?

§ she’s the more responsible, intelligent, and talented between them after all!

§ unlike Henry she’d rather invest her time showing you that she’s the correct option rather than putting him down…mostly, sometimes she can’t help but call him out on his moronic behaviour.

§ as much as the former pains her to do… the latter was her preferred choice.

§ unlike Henry she learned from her mistakes, how being over-enthusiastic and reckless about something as sacred as love took her eternal rest away. It naturally became a bit of sore spot for her.

§ that’s why her initial reaction to you wasn’t hostile, just dismissive.

§ and who can really blame her? There’s a million other things occupying her mind especially in her current situation.

§ but with Henry constantly talking about you, she began to think, how good of a person could you possibly be?

§ and by god was that the best decision she could’ve made.

§ she almost forgot that feeling, not needing to be hostile and actually talking.

§ however, she understands that this will be short lived, you’re a alive and she’s a ghost. But she still appreciates you being the perfect distraction from her dumber half.

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Req: Cuddling hcs abrams/ doorman/ drifter/ infernus!

Tw: None just drifter being drifter

Requested by @screechinginthevoid

Abrams

§ it’s surprisingly hard to get this man to be physically affectionate.

§ and if he is, it’s usually just a hand hold or a hand gingerly placed on your shoulder or back

§ maybe it’s a habit he had from being professional all the time, or maybe he didn’t want to accidentally crush something on you.

§ he has a pretty decent grasp of his own strength but he can never be too safe around his partner.

§ however if he’s tired enough, nothing will unshackle you from this man.

§ his work takes a lot out of him, coming home late was just another burden that came with it.

§ drained and exhausted, he’ll toss his coat on the couch and beeline towards the bed, towards you.

§ you don’t need to open your eyes or turn on the lights to see who’s there, the steady yet heavy footsteps, the scent of cigarettes, the quiet clicking of folding glasses before placing them on the nightstand, tell you everything you need to know.

§ he’d loom over the bed for a second before quietly asking “you awake?”

§ he knows you are, he just wanted to say something to announce that he was there.

§ slowly, he’d lay down beside you, burying his face on your shoulder.

§ his arms wrapped around your midsection firmly as he spoons you almost too greedily.

§ His tail subconsciously wrapped around one of your calves.

§ he doesn’t want to talk about his day, he just wanted to feel you for now.

§ and for the next couple hours, so you might stay in this exact position till noon, sorry.

The Doorman

§ he’s incredibly fascinated by this act of connection humans do.

§ but he’s also not the best at it…

§ he’s stiff in an almost abnormal manner, always upright and articulate unable to melt into the cuddles like people usually do.

§ “that’s my good shirt dear.” He’d mutter through his teeth because god forbid if he has to wrinkle a shirt or two in a hug.

§ he thought it to be neater, like the common professional gesture he’d grown accustomed to.

§ but once he realised that’s not the case, he grows even more oddly captivated.

§ he is always open for cuddling, but you have to do most of the heavy lifting here.

§ He can’t in good conscience deny such simply request as bathing in his embrace.

§ his flesh made disguise’s embrace, sure, but if he had it his way he’d engulf you in his endless presence and keep you safe and warm for the rest of eternity.

§ tucked away from all of humanity’s flaws and cruelty until you become one.

§ unfortunately that would require a lot from your mere human self…so he’ll settle for hugs.

§ his favourite positions are the ones where he’s the one providing you comfort.

§ use his chest as a pillow, lean on him as you embrace him, lay on his lap if you must.

§ for he is quite content to serve.

Drifter

§ cuddling? More like playing with your nerves.

§ when he initiates, it’s slow, calculating, and at the most unexpected of times.

§ startling you is a game for him, even when he intends no harm.

§ and to him that’s the fun of it, hearing your pulse quicken by him simply playing docile.

§ his face slowly getting buried on where throat is, his arms almost restrictive in their hold.

§ he’s too cold for comfort, he knows it. That’s why he’ll dig for as much skin contact as possible. It’s fun seeing you squirm.

§ he’d trace a single fang on your skin, he’d feel the involuntary flinch within your skin immediately.

§ his smirk would drop whenever that happens, was he offended? Annoyed? It’s difficult to tell.

§ his preferred position is anything that limits your movements.

§ and just as his arms wrapped around you, they’d let go whenever he feels like it.

§ whether or not you wanted more or not.

§ he’ll move along like nothing ever happened.

Infernus

§ oh how he ‘hates’ it.

§ like…‘totally’ does, his grumbling never ceases to end.

§ it’s amusing honestly.

§ especially when you hug him from behind while he works.

§ “you don’t have something better to do, do you?” Is the usual prickly response, but he never protests beyond that.

§ the way he adjusts your arms around him even suggests otherwise.

§ suspiciously enough he becomes grumpier than usual whenever you don’t hug him.

§ could you be blamed? He’s warmer than all the heating systems in New York combined!

§ and he’s quite prideful of that fact weirdly enough.

§ something about the way that you look for him first whenever you need warmth just does it for him.

§ he’s an excellent cuddler in private, kisses wherever possible too^^

§ it’s not easy to get him to admit that he likes it however.

§ “I guess it’s alright…” while he’s already adjusting his arms to hold you better.

§ even outside of cuddling he strikes me as the type of man to have at least one limp on his partner at most times.

§ gotta make sure the drunks in Jezebel’s know you’re unavailable.

Note: this was so much fun to write, sorry if it’s a little too short uni is kicking my ahh as we speak <\3

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Doodling my fav until I learn how to draw men.

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Their love language is….(part 2) bebop/ victor/ lady Geist/ drifter /Mirage.

Tw: none! Aside from drifter being drifter…

Bebop (gift giving)

§ he strikes me a sentimental crow.

§ giving you little trinkets that reminds him of you became subconscious habit.

§ ones that are actually useful for day to day life and ones he finds pretty alike.

§ he rarely explains why either.

§ “just thought about you is all.” Is usually his only answer.

§ because he truly doesn’t have one other than that.

§ his sweet mechanical heart is simply infatuated with you.

§ and if you give him something back, rest assured that your gift will forever be taken care of.

§ he will be showing it to miss Shelly.

Victor. (Quality time)

§ to his woe, he knows he has all the time in the world.

§ but you don’t.

§ at first he tried his damn hardest to keep you at arms length.

§ but in the end, you slowly but surely wormed your way into his (?) heart.

§ leaving him to wrestle with feelings and dilemmas he would rather not deal with.

§ were his feelings his own or the desires of his sewn parts? How could you possibly fall in love with a man who needed to reattached himself every now and then? Was your love even genuine or were you simply infatuated with what he was?

§ he wished he could ask you these questions, but whenever you were near, it feels like the storm in his head goes calm for once.

§ that peace and quiet you brought with you made it hard for him to leave your side.

§ so you might be stuck with him for a while…

§ for indefinitely actually…

Lady geist (physical touch.)

§ she likes to to inspect you like fine jewels.

§ every spot, freckle, hair, has already been noted in the back of her mind.

§ at first it was envy, veiled so thoroughly you never caught a glimpse of it as she softly ran her hands through you hair and gently tracing the edges of your jaw.

§ hoping those ‘loving’ touches would still keep you oblivious to her end plan with you.

§ but then she began noticing how you carried yourself. How your youth wasn’t the reason you were who you were.

§ you began to grow on her the more she tolerated you, that envy slowly melting into endearment. To her dismay.

§ but unfortunately she is still far from perfect.

§ just like how your goods were noted by her, so were your imperfections.

§ in fact, she voiced those more because she believed that’s the only to ‘improve’ you.

§ maybe because deep down she still had envy in her heart, but she’d compromise by claiming:

§ “it’s for your own good”

Drifter (acts of ‘service.’)

§ you poor soul, you never asked for this.

§ every time you mention someone being the source of your discomfort, this man practically salivates at the thought of enacting what he thought was ‘just’ in his own twisted way.

§ and he’d do so in the most inhumane way possible.

§ he’d grow bolder and bolder, taking out people you’ve barely even interacted with.

§ testing when you’ll finally break with each innocent soul he claims.

§ why? Because he took great pleasure in your distress, hell he revelled on it.

§ but he disguised it as care, as concern.

§ “Dey got what dey deserve dear, ain’t use crying ova someone so….insignificant”

§ he’d lightly comfort you with a faux almost taunting frown as he has you in his arms, a mockery of an action he never bothered to learn how to do. his ‘trophies’ decorating your living space.

§ in his mind he’s making you stronger, the less you care about others the better you get.

§ maybe even one day you’ll be just like him.

§ but this man isn’t doing you a service, oh no. It’s a favour.

§ one he’ll make sure you pay back very soon.

Mirage. (Words of affirmation.)

§ this man does not shy away from speaking his mind, and is well spoken while doing so.

§ that includes telling you that you look “out of a master’s painting”

§ to him, his words are mere observations, so why are you hiding your radiant face away from him?

§ he doesn’t even say them like compliments, they are statements.

§ he’s quite opinionated as well if you were to disagree.

§ like he’ll genuinely give you a well articulated answer for how your bashfulness is completely unwarranted.

§ but he’ll easy down a bit if it becomes too much or if there is someone else around.

§ but let’s say you grow more comfortable with his words.

§ he’d unfortunately be more specific, like…almost scary specific when he knows for a fact that you’re comfortable.

§ because truth be told, he was holding back the whole time and if it were up to him, he can talk about you for hours.

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Where they’d take you on the first date! Abrams/ drifter/ victor.

Tw: grave digging mentioned? References to possible murder.

Abrams

§i feel like he’s endearingly classical.

§ a well respected restaurant would do.

§ he arrived 3 hours before the actual date though.

§ if it was any other way he would’ve taken you to Jezebel’s but he had to make a good first impression.

§ that place does bring out the worst in him.

§ he’s not sure whether or not to hide the huge glowing tome he’d handcuffed himself to.

§ he’d try to, but give up halfway through before he settles on telling you it’s deal if you ask.

§ he’d be vague though, he can’t be too safe even with a lovely date.

§ overall he’d be a solid 8/10 date, I don’t think he’d talk about himself much, he would try to reach for his lighter and cig a few times out of habit too.

Drifter (oh god).

§ a rooftop.

§ no table, no romantic fairy lights. Just the highest roof he could find without making your lungs collapse from the thinning air.

§ he takes sick enjoyment of tormenting you about your own mortality.

§ beckoning you to join him by the edge with smile too wide to be considered kind.

§ “Come a little closer dear, dis view is t' die fo'” he lingered on the word die a little too long for your liking.

§ let’s say you do approach the edge, he’d hold the back of your neck instead of your hand or resting it on your lower back.

§ you’ve almost gotten used to the blood constantly running from it by now when either of them were on you, the sharp nails that could effortlessly tear you apart but never did…

§ but you’re not sure whether this hand was meant to stabilise you or…actually let’s not think about a second option.

§ the one thing you knew for sure is that he wasn’t lying, the view was indeed gorgeous.

§ but you’re not sure whether he loves you, or love messing with you.

§ ???/ 10 date?

Victor.

§ I don’t think he even knew it was a date??

§ he just asked you to go out with him tonight, and you agreed.

§ you weren’t expecting to be in the cemetery digging up 100+ year old graves to look for the rightful owners of any of his parts.

§ it would’ve been somewhat romantic (not really) if it weren’t for the fact that he happened to pick the rainiest possible night to go out on.

§ was that thunder? Or just his electricity crackling? Man, It’s difficult to even think with the shovel nearly slipping from your grip.

§ he’d notice, and he’d pause for moment to register that you’re still willing to help despite the conditions clearly not being in your favour.

§ “thanks, …for this I mean.” He’d mutter, it’s difficult to pick up on what he said from the constant pour. But you can tell it was something sincere!

§ unfortunately this endeavour was fruitless, he’d buy you food as an apology for wasting your time but he has no money. He didn’t have a need for it before this.

§ the second best thing he could offer was to walk you home, striding a little too closely to you to shield you from the rain as best as he could.

§ but he’d make a mental note of repaying you one day.

§ 2/10 for now unfortunately.

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Haven’t been writing much so here are some doodles!

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And their love language is…Abrams/ doorman/lash

Tw: none other than Jacob lash.

Abrams (quality time)

§ Abrams is a workaholic, there is no denying that.

§ that’s why he deeply Cherish every single moment with his partner.

§ even if he doesn’t show it very well.

§ his actions are noticeable however, he smokes less around you, tries to not talk about work much, and he very (not so) discreetly writes notes of the things you say between his actual work notes in his notepad.

§ taking you out to to have coffee together in his favorite diner as soon as his lunch break starts is practically a part of his routine now.

§ he would then have the gall to take you to his office instead of letting you go back home because “it’s gonna take too damn long”

§ like he didn’t just go there to get you.

§ he has too many enemies, he can’t in good conscience leave you on your own.

§ although that’s partly the truth, he’d grown to simply enjoy having you around too much.

§ even if it meant hearing lady geist’s hinting how you could do much better than him every day.

The doorman (acts of service)

§ this one’s obvious but not for the reason you think.

§ before you, he didn’t particularly like serving other people but rather the idea of indulging the fulfillment it brought to mortals.

§ but then he’d met you.

§ a mortal he’d begin to consider simply too…good for this lowly place.

§ “why it’s simply my duty, dear.” he’d reply every time he hears that sincere gratitude from you. That “dear” was also a slip he didn’t account for…

§ he dwells on it too much that it almost frustrates him.

§ other’s gratitudes rarely meant anything to him, so why did yours do?

§ so he coped like any normal eldritch being beyond human comprehension did…

§ by fulfilling all your needs before you even recognize them.

§ he’s not trying to be subtle either, a part of him wants you to know what he actually is. To know that he is perfectly capable of providing your humanly necessities.

§ but alas he recognises that’s too foolish, he’d turn your poor brain into mush before he even fully abandoned this flesh.

§ his care grows more and more towards you with each time you visit the baroness.

§ he’s unfortunately completely unaware of how overbearing he could be at times, he simply wishes to care for you in this realm and the next one.

§ just ignore the two blue glowing dots that watch you in the dark as you sleep. He enjoys watching over you.

Jacob lash/The lash. (Words of affirmation.)

§ you can sue me for this, but I genuinely believe that lash wouldn’t be a bad partner.

§ he’s a douchy self centered ‘flirt’ sure, but I think once he actually gets someone all that flirting becomes completely just for them.

§ mainly because he likes to boast about the fact that he didn’t need to “change his ways” or “be nicer” and that he was correct all along because he got himself a “hot babe”.

§ he views his partner as an extension of himself sort of? If he’s confident and proud he makes sure you are too. Wouldn’t want you making him look bad.

§ verbal pda is this man’s addiction.

§ “lookin’ pretty sexy there babe” he’d say in the most casual manner like 13 other people didn’t hear that as he walks back home after having you enjoy his match in the bear pit.

§ he’d see your insecurities as a failure on his part.

§ “no you seriously can’t be crying over something as stupid as that bae, it really diminishes the progress we’ve made.”

§ for better or worse he makes everything about himself….even personal stuff.

§ he’s your rock, an annoying self absorbed idiotic rock….but a solid one nonetheless.

(This was fun, might do some for the girlies too^^)

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In the same room at the baroness! Lash one bed trope headcanons.

You didn’t expect a hotel with this…otherworldly energy and high prices to make such oversight, or maybe they were heavily booked this evening and they decided to cut some corners at the expense of your comfort by lumping you with a stranger.

Tw: none, Jacob lash.

§ He’s completely unbothered by your existence when he enters the room. If he even acknowledges it.

§ sets his things down while tossing yours aside without giving them a second glance if they get in the way.

§ gets the bed, isn’t even a gentleman about it, but will offer you to join “the lash’s ever comforting presence™️” as he proudly make himself comfortable on the soft mattress.

§ he sleeps with nothing but those cartoonish red heart white shorts you cannot convince me otherwise, but for your sake will probably dawn a tank top on.

§ not because he cares about you feeling uncomfortable with a half naked stranger but because “not everyone can handle the lash’s glorious physique and that’s understandable”

§ but to compromise his usual flexing gets cranked up to a hundred, he gotta show off somehow.

§ he has an extremely, painfully, excruciatingly long selfcare routine before bed. And he’ll present you the whole thing like it’s an interview, not a tutorial because “let’s be honest you’ll never achieve this ”

§ if you are a woman or female presenting in anyway you’re in for a ride (sorry in advance)

§ will immediately refer to you as “babe” or “bae”. “baby” and “beautiful” are on the table too if he doesn’t have your name. and when you eventually give it to him so he’ll hopefully stop, he absolutely does not.

§ gives you the most godawful nickname….like it doesn’t even match your actual name in the slightest.

§ I don’t think you even need to be “conventionally attractive” for him to act this way. He’s just like that.

§ but back on the topic at hand, if you take the chair he’ll just go “your loss beautiful, the lash does like his personal space.”

§ he’ll sleep like a rock afterwards, talks in his sleep too probably so say goodbye to even resting your eyes.

§ will brag about how much you missed out if you are in the same room the next morning, “shoulda slept here babe, would’ve gotten the full five star experience.”

§ but let’s say you do get into the same bed as him, he’s expecting you to make a move.

§ in his mind, he’s the gravity not the gravitated. It’s only natural that you give in to his charming presence.

§ does not care if you don’t, this man takes rejection on the chin. Because to him it isn’t rejection but rather confusion, like a mere mortal witnessing something so great it’s incomprehensible to them. So he’ll let it be.

§ maybe you accidentally put your head on his pec, who can blame you the dude was massive, he’ll take that as a sign as he opens with: “ever felt a moustache this good looking on you before? Probably not, so why not let the lash show you what it’s like”

§ jump off that bed, please.

(This game has such cool lore please please please please I need more content to read I’m in the trenches)

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General platonic logan howlett headcanons! Yippie!

Summary: just headcanons I have for platonic soulmate logan

Tw: none.

(Pre x men?)

💛shows up to your house/ apartment randomly. But that’s kinda on you for giving him a spare key.

💛you’ll just find him in the kitchen frowning at the ‘empty’ fridge (there’s plenty of food he just doesn’t want to cook) or on the couch flipping through the tv channels trying find something interesting.

💛he crashes on your couch after weeks of dead silence, he knows you won’t ask why he was away since he’ll come back fine no matter what.

💛has no regards for your personal space as much as you do his if you’re in the way of something he wants, he will be trimming his side burns in the bathroom while you shower, he will be rummaging through your drawers hoping to find spare batteries for the remote while you are trying to sleep, etc.

💛 he likes being in the same room as you, you two don’t even have to be doing something together (which he usually ‘dislikes’) just simply coexisting together will keep him oddly content.

💛just don’t hold his hands, even if you accidentally brush against them he’ll pull them away involuntarily.

💛he’s oddly ok with an occasional back hug however, don’t stick around for too long though! he’ll start grumbling again.

💛he won’t admit it, but you heavily influenced his taste in things he never paid much attention to.

💛music and fashion for example.

💛but not in a traditional sense.

💛before you he chose his clothes without much thought or care, it didn’t look bad per se, but it was nothing special. Just like how he preferred.

💛 but then you complimented him on an outfit he actually put some thought into, so he found himself doing that more often.

💛 and when it came to music he just had a handful of singers or bands he actually liked, wouldn’t even look at their other stuff, he’d find one song and stick to it.

💛he would poke at your taste in music while the one of your favourite songs has already made it’s way into his subconscious.

💛would catch himself muttering it’s melody while doing something mundane the next day, and he’ll curse you for it.

💛he rarely tells you anything about his life or his past, and he wishes to keep it that way.

💛 he’s really, and I mean REALLY bad with dates so please bear with him.

💛”so what if it ain’t your birthday yet? I’m still buying us whiskey bub” It’s a random Wednesday, your birthday isn’t even close yet and he’s still insisting on a night out. But at least he’s offering to pay for once.

💛he hates your ex’s, even if things didn’t end bitterly between you and your past partner he would still have a mysterious grudge against them.

💛or maybe you got your heartbroken? He’ll listen while you vent, or that’s what it looks like while he’s trying to remember where that bastard lived so he could give them a ‘quick visit’.

(First fan work/ writing in general and I’m don’t know what I’m doing, it’s really fun.)