Omgigmgmgkgmg imagine striker finding an injured exorcist whom is hurt so bad and she doesn't want to be an exorcist, after awhile she's able to escape being an exorcist and lives with striker in a relationship
𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏 .
༄ ⠀𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | striker x exorcist! reader.
༄ ⠀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | injury, striker might be a bit ooc
༄ ⠀𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i have absolutely no clue if you wanted me to make the exorcist a reader or some random exorcist so i just did reader hehe. anyway i'm super proud of this. also i changed the ending up a bit so sorry about that </3
Striker sauntered down the dimly lit alley, his long tail swaying lazily behind him. He was bored out of his fucking mind. He kicked at a pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement as he idly scanned his surroundings.
Turning a corner, his eyes caught sight of something not quite out of the ordinary—a figure slumped against the wall. Striker's first instinct was to ignore it and move on. After all, bloodshed was as common as rain in a storm.
He was about to turn away, but then something caught his eye—something that made him pause in his tracks. The figure was bleeding gold—strange, shimmering rivulets that stood out against the backdrop of darkness. intrigued despite himself, Striker approached cautiously, his curiosity piqued.
As he drew closer, he realized with a start that the figure was an exorcist—her spear lying abandoned beside her, her mask shattered in half.
For a moment, Striker entertained the idea of finishing the exorcist off himself and putting an end to her misery with a swift stroke of her own weapon. But before he could act, a voice pierced the silence, starting him.
"You... you're not going to kill me?" The words were barely a whisper, barely audible above the din of the city.
Striker's gaze snapped to the exorcist, surprised to find her conscious and aware of her surroundings. He remained silent for a moment, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions.
"No," he finally replied, his voice a low growl. "I'm not. Not yet, anyway."
The silence hung heavy between them. Striker could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, the gravity of his decision sinking in with each passing second. He could easily end her here and now—she was defenseless, powerless to stop him. But something stayed in his hand—something he couldn't quite explain.
"The fuck happened to you?" Striker finally asked, his tone betraying a hint of genuine curiosity.
Her response was a bitter laugh, a hollow sound that echoed through the empty alleyway. "Does it matter?" she muttered, her voice barely audible above the distant rumble of traffic.
Striker fell silent, his grip on the spear loosening slightly as he considered her words. Did it matter? Did anything matter?
And then, just when he least expected it, she spoke again, her voice trembling. "I don't wanna be an exorcist anymore."
Her words hit Striker like a punch to the gut, stirring something deep within him that he couldn't quite name. He never thought he'd ever find an exorcist willing to abandon their calling, willing to forsake everything they had ever known for the chance at a different life.
For a moment, Striker found himself at a loss for words, his mind racing with a million different thoughts and emotions. And then, without a second thought, he made a decision. Fuck, he was crazy.
"Come with me," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I'll take care of ya."
The exorcist's eyes widened in surprise. "But... why?"
Striker shrugged, his expression unreadable. "I don't know. Call it a moment of weakness."
With that, he gently lifted her into his arms, her weight surprisingly light despite her injuries. careful to avoid drawing attention, Striker maneuvered through the streets, his boots echoing softly against the cobblestones.
They reached his cheap, rundown hotel room without incident. Striker pushed open the window with his foot, the hinges creaking in protest as they entered the cramped space.
Setting her down on the edge of the tub, Striker turned on the faucet, filling it with warm water to soothe her wounds. He rummaged through his meager belongings, searching for his med kit. He can't believe he was doing this. Was he finally going crazy?
"What's yerr name?" He asked, his voice softer now as he located the med kit beneath a pile of dirty clothes.
The exorcist hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on her legs. "Y/N," she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Striker nodded, acknowledging her response, responding with a "Striker." before he moved to tend to her wounds. His touch was rough, and as he worked, Y/N winced at the pain of his touch, but she remained silent, enduring it as best she could.
She knew she should be grateful—he was helping her, after all—but she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the roughness of his messages.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Striker finished patching her up, his expression unreadable as he stepped back to survey his handiwork. She took a deep breath, relieved that it was over, and she mustered up the courage to speak.
"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Striker glanced at her, his eyes narrowing slightly, before he nodded in acknowledgment. "Don't mention it," he replied gruffly, his tone betraying none of the emotions swirling inside him.
With that, Y/N gathered her strength and made her way to the window, her movements slow and unsteady. She knew it was probably time to go anyway.
Before she climbed out of the window, she hesitated, glancing back at Striker one last time. "I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice barely carrying over the distance between them.
Striker said nothing in response, but he watched her go with a sense of resignation.
A few days later, Striker was sauntering down another dim alley, thinking about how much time had been wasted since he’d helped Y/N. Maybe he was getting soft, but the thought of her was lingering in his mind.
Lost in thought, Striker nearly missed her—a figure slouched against the wall, this time with no wings, no halo, not really bleeding anymore but obviously bruised. At first, he didn't recognize her. But then it hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, breaking into a run.
Reaching her, he skidded to a halt, his eyes wide with shock and concern. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice laced with genuine worry.
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and she smiled—a soft, sad smile that made Striker's black heart clench in his chest.
"I'm not an exorcist anymore," she said softly.
Striker stared at her, the pieces falling into place. He didn't know much about this heaven shit, but he could only assume one of the higher-ups had ripped her wings and halo off like some fucking sicko. So much for being good.
For a moment, Striker was at a loss for words, his mind reeling from the revelation. And then, without thinking, he reached out, pulling Y/N into a tight embrace, as if he could shield her from whatever she must be feeling.
"Fuck 'em," he muttered against her hair, his voice rough with emotion. "You're better off without 'em."
Y/N buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking through the fabric of his jacket. And as they sat there, clinging to each other in the dim light of the alley, Striker realized he didn't give a damn about getting soft.
Sometimes, he thought, moments of weakness weren't such a bad thing after all.
HI MOOTIE !!! can i req either fluff to smut with adam, or, fluff with billy hargrove ?
𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆 .
༄ ⠀𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | billy hargrove x reader.
༄ ⠀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | none really, just some stress
༄ ⠀𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | been writing for adam way too much so here's some billy fluff for my beloved mootie
You were sitting at your desk, surrounded by a sea of textbooks, notebooks, and assignments. Your stress levels were through the roof, and you were on the verge of tears from the overwhelming workload.
Just as you were about to bury your face in your hands, a sudden tap on the window made you jump out of your seat. You turned around to see Billy, grinning cheekily outside your window.
"Hey there, baby," he said, his voice muffled through the glass. "Mind if I come in?"
Rolling your eyes but unable to suppress a smile, you opened the window for him. "You know, you could've just knocked on the door like a normal person."
Billy climbed through the window, brushing off his jacket. "Where's the fun in that?" he teased, then noticed your stressed-out expression. “What’s … going on? You look like you're about to have a meltdown..”
You sighed, gesturing to the pile of work in front of you. "Just school stuff.“
Billy walked over to your desk, eyeing the papers and books scattered everywhere. "Shit, you weren't kidding. This is insane."
Before you could protest, he swept his arm across the desk, sending papers flying. "Billy!" you exclaimed, but he just grabbed you around the waist and lifted you off the ground, throwing you onto your bed.
"You need a break," he said firmly, climbing onto the bed beside you.
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "I need to get this work done, Billy."
He shook his head, pulling you into his arms. "Nope, you need to calm the fuck down. Trust me, a little break won't hurt. Won’t do nothing.”
You sighed, melting into his embrace. "You're impossible."
Billy chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Only for you, babe."
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer until you were practically cuddling. "Better?"
You smiled, feeling your stress melt away for the first time that day. "Much better. Thank you, Billy."
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet, reassuring kiss. "Anytime, sweetheart.“
You chuckled, nuzzling into his chest. "You're such a softie sometimes, you know that?"
Billy laughed, tightening his grip around you. "Only for you, Y/N. Only for you."
You lay in Billy's arms, feeling more relaxed than you had in days. But as the minutes ticked by, a nagging thought crept into your mind. Why wasn't Billy stressed about schoolwork like you were? Did he not have any? You weren't in any classes with him, so you didn't know.
"Billy?" you murmured, breaking the comfortable silence between you.
"Yeah?" he replied, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.
"Do… you not have any work to do?" you asked hesitantly.
Billy tensed slightly, his fingers pausing their movements. "Uh, not really. I mean, I do, but it's not as much as yours."
You furrowed your brow, sitting up to look at him. "But how? You're in the same grade as me, aren't you?"
He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, but I... I guess I'm just better at managing my time."
You narrowed your eyes, not entirely convinced by his answer. "Billy, that's not fair. You can't just breeze through school while I'm drowning in assignments."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, Y/N, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad."
You softened at the sincerity in his voice, reaching out to cup his cheek. "It's not your fault. I just wish I knew how you do it."
Billy hesitated for a moment before meeting your eyes. "Shit, alright. Promise you won't laugh?"
You nodded, curiosity piqued. "I promise."
"I... uh, I get some help," he admitted sheepishly.
"Help? What kind of help?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shifted uncomfortably. "Well, you know, some kids... they do stuff for me."
Your eyes widened in realization. "Wait, are you saying you get other people to do your schoolwork for you?"
Billy glanced away, a silly expression crossing his face. "Yeah, but it's not like I force them or anything. They just... offer."
Your eyes narrowed, staring at him with a knowing look. "Liar. You force them, don't you?"
Billy's eyes widened, and he looked away guiltily. "Fine," he admitted, avoiding your gaze. "But it's not like I threaten them or anything. They just... know better."
You sighed, shaking your head. "Not surprising. You are Billy Hargrove, after all."
“Fuck yeah, I am," he admitted, a smirk tugging at his lips.
You couldn't help but chuckle at his brazen response. Surprisingly, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. If Billy, notorious bad boy and rebel, could own up to his flaws without shame, then maybe you could too.
Can we have some more TMNT 14/16 ver. With lil sister reader that was raised by shredded.
Basically reader has constant nightmares about shredded torturing them, she mostly wakes up screaming and having an anxiety attack. Whenever she does something wrong they start nervously apologizing immediately.
Basically they're still recovering from all the abuse she went through and she needs her big bros to help her.
the dimly lit lair was filled with the soft glow of the tv, casting long shadows across the room as the turtles lounged around after a long day of training. suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the peace, echoing through the underground hideout.
"whoa, what was that?" mikey exclaimed, jumping to his feet in alarm.
leo's expression darkened as he recognized the familiar sound. "it's y/n again. she's having nightmares."
raph cursed under his breath, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. "i'll go check on her."
the four rushed to the source of the scream, finding you, their little sister curled up in your bed, tears streaming down your face as you gasped for breath. your entire body trembled with fear, the remnants of a nightmare still clinging to you like a suffocating cloak.
you blinked up at him, eyes wide with terror. "i… i'm sorry. i didn't mean to wake you guys up."
donnie knelt beside your bed, offering a reassuring smile. "no need to apologize. we were awake anyway."
leo wrapped you in a comforting embrace, his voice soft but firm. "you know you can talk to us, right? we're family."
you nodded, burying your face in leo's shoulder as you struggled to calm your racing heart. "i… i just can't stop thinking about him."
raph clenched his fists, a fierce anger burning in his eyes. "he's gone now. you don't have to be afraid anymore."
but the scars of your past ran deep, haunting you even in the safety of their lair. you knew you was safe with your brothers by your side, but the memories of shredder lingered like a persistent shadow.
the following morning, the lair was filled with the sound of laughter as the turtles gathered around the kitchen table for breakfast (which was pizza). despite the lingering traces of the night's events, there was a sense of camaraderie and warmth that filled the air.
"hey, sleepyhead, how are ya feelin'?" mikey asked, grinning as he passed a plate of pizza to his little sister.
you offered him a small smile, still feeling the weight of exhaustion from the restless night. "better, i guess. thanks for checking on me."
raph ruffled your hair affectionately, a rare display of tenderness from the usually gruff turtle. "jus' remember, yer not alone in this."
Can we have Verosika+crew (poly) with a s/o who's recovering from SA, they encounter some demon who makes some comments (no need to specify) that basically made the reader get into a panick attack and remember what they went through and then just fluff and comfort.
Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable
SANCTUARY .
; pairing ; verosika mayday & her posse x reader
; note ; thank you so much! this doesn't make me uncomfortable. thank you for your ask and your kind words!!
; warnings ; mentions of past trauma, panic attack, and a brief description of distressing memories.
verosika and her crew were strutting down the crowded streets, turning heads and drawing attention wherever they went. your presence at verosika's side didn't go unnoticed, and demons around couldn't help but stare at the alluring succubus and her entourage.
as you walked, enjoying the company of verosika and the crew, a particularly obnoxious demon crossed your path. he leered at you, a disgusting grin on his face, and muttered some vile comments under his breath. the words cut through you like a knife, triggering a cascade of painful memories and emotions.
a sudden wave of panic washed over you, your breath caught in your throat as your mind replayed haunting memories, the demon's words acting as a cruel catalyst. panic gripped you, and it felt like the world around you was closing in.
verosika, sensing your distress, immediately stepped forward. "back off," she hissed at the offending demon, her eyes ablaze with a fiery determination. the rest of the crew formed a protective circle around you, expressions ranging from anger to concern.
the demon, now realizing the gravity of the situation, slinked away, leaving behind a trail of discomfort. verosika turned her attention to you, her demeanor softening.
"hey, baby," she spoke gently, "you're safe with us. no one here's ever let anything harm you." the rest of the crew nodded in agreement, their expressions filled with genuine concern.
that didn't help. not at all. you could barely even hear her. you were hyperventilating, your body trembling. your mind was racing, replaying the horrific events of your past. tears were streaming down your cheeks, blurring your vision.
you struggled to speak, struggling to find your voice. "please," you managed to choke out, "don't touch me."
verosika paused for a moment, thinking. she had no intention of hurting you, or causing you any more pain. she took a deep breath, steadying herself. she needed to be calm and reassuring, to let you know that everything was going to be okay.
"y/n," she said softly, "i'm not gonna hurt you. no one is going to hurt you." she slowly reached out her hand, her expression warm and understanding. "we just wanna help you. can i hold your hand?"
you looked at her hand, her words starting to sink in. you hesitated, but eventually nodded. she gently took your hand, lacing her fingers with yours. "that's it," she murmured, "it's okay, i'm here. we're all here for you."
she held your hand, and you could feel the love and support radiating from her. she gave you a small, reassuring smile, and you began to calm down. the world around you felt less threatening, and you started to regain control of your breathing.
you could still feel the effects of the panic attack, but you were starting to feel better. the rest of the crew, sensing your change in demeanor, relaxed. they gave you smiles of encouragement, and you could see the relief in their eyes.
verosika rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb. "how about we go somewhere a little quieter?" she suggested, "somewhere you can relax and take your time."
you nodded, and she led you away from the crowd, the rest of the crew following close behind. she took you to a secluded park, a quiet, peaceful place away from the chaos of the city.
as you walked, she never let go of your hand. you didn't notice, but milky, who was on your other side was holding your hand as well, offering words of comfort and reassurance. they could feel your pulse slowing, and the tension in your body easing. they smiled, knowing that they were helping you.
they brought you to a bench, and you and verosika both sat down. you took a deep breath, savoring the peace and quiet. the crew settled around the bench, keeping a respectful distance.
verosika squeezed your hand, and you could see the love and concern in her eyes. "do you wanna talk about it?" she asked softly, her tone gentle and understanding.
you shook your head. she knew about it already, everyone in the crew did. and you weren't sure if you were ready to relive those painful memories.
"it's okay," she said, "you don't have to. i'm here for you, whatever you need." she leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, her lips soft against your skin.
you closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling. you could feel the anxiety and fear fading away, replaced by a sense of warmth and safety. you smiled, letting out a sigh of contentment.
you felt verosika's hand cup your cheek, and you opened your eyes to meet hers. she looked at you with such love and adoration, her gaze filled with compassion. "we love you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
"i love you guys too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. the words filled you with a sense of peace and joy, and you knew that everything was going to be okay.
Hey there, I'd like to request Chaz x male reader where the reader is tired of being Chaz's backup/rebound fling and actually wants to be in a relationship with him but Chaz is scared of fucking up again like he did with Moxxie and Millie. I guess this'd be an AU where he survives and if possible some extra angst with what happened after the failed marriage attempt. Oh and please make the reader assertive and dominant, but caring! Thanks and have a nice day!
RECKLESS .
; pairing ; chaz x male! reader
; note ; i didn't know if you wanted me to give this a happy ending or a bad ending so i gave it two separate endings! hope that's alright
; warnings ; none
chaz lounged on the bed, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he looked at you, sprawled on the sheets beside him. the dimly lit room echoed with the low hum of the neon signs outside. the air was thick with the scent of sin, and for a moment, everything seemed perfect.
but you couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach. the countless nights of being chaz's fling, the hushed whispers in the dark, and the unspoken longing for something more had worn you thin. tonight, you couldn't keep it bottled up any longer.
"chaz," you began, your voice steady but firm, "we need to talk."
chaz raised an eyebrow, his usual cocky demeanor faltering for just a moment. "talk? we're good at other things, babe. why ruin the mood?"
you sighed, sitting up and fixing him with a serious gaze. "it's about us. i'm tired of being your rebound, your backup plan. i want more, chaz."
his expression shifted, a mixture of confusion and discomfort dancing in his neon-blue eyes. "more...? what do you mean?"
you took a deep breath, deciding to lay your cards on the table. "i mean a real relationship...chaz. i wanna be more than just another fling in your little black book. i wanna... matter."
chaz sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist as he scratched his head, a habit he had when he was genuinely thrown off. "listen, babe, relationships ain't my thing."
your frustration bubbled to the surface. "so, what? you're just gonna keep stringing me along? i'm not moxxie or millie. i'm not gonna be your safety net."
chaz's eyes darted away, and for a moment, vulnerability flickered across his face. "i'm not... good at this, okay? relationships just… they mess everything up. i can't afford to fuck up like i did with them."
your heart sank. the mention of moxxie and millie stirred a silent storm in his eyes, a storm you couldn't fully grasp. "chaz, you can't live in the past forever. i'm not them."
chaz shifted uncomfortably, the weight of your words settling on his shoulders. "i'm not good with commitment, alright? i can't gonna promise you the moon and stars. i can't."
a heavy silence hung between you, the truth unsaid but felt in the air. the room felt colder, and the neon lights outside flickered like a warning sign. you realized that perhaps chaz's fear of commitment ran deeper than he let on, tangled in the wreckage of failed relationships.
you hesitated for a moment, the weight of the unspoken words lingering in the air. but something in you urged you to reach out, to bridge the gap between the two of you. turning your head to him, you spoke with a softness that belied the frustration you felt.
"maybe things can change. maybe you can go past this and really be happy. it doesn't have to be the same as before."
chaz looked up, his eyes reflecting a mix of turmoil and doubt. "happy? i'm a fuckin' screw-up, and i've accepted that."
you took a breath, your voice gentle. "accepting your mistakes is one thing, but letting them define your future is another. people can change, you can change. maybe it's time to try something different."
ENDING 1
feeling the weight of your words, you reached out, gently cupping chaz's face in your hands. his eyes widened, panic flickering across his features.
"no! no! i can't. i can't," he stammered, pulling away abruptly. the vulnerability you glimpsed earlier vanished, replaced by a familiar defensive wall.
you watched as he got up and stumbled backward, putting distance between you two. the room felt colder, the neon lights outside casting long shadows that seemed to mirror the uncertainty in chaz's heart.
"i've messed up too many times," he muttered, his voice a mix of frustration and self-loathing. "i can't risk hurting you too."
as chaz turned to leave, you sat there, hand still lingering in the air where his face had been. the heavy silence returned, and the neon lights continued their flickering dance, almost mocking the fragility of hope.
you didn't chase after him; you knew better than to push too hard. the ache of wanting something more lingered, but you respected chaz's boundaries.
sometimes, no matter how much you cared, people needed to find their own way.
ENDING 2
you reached out, your fingers gently tracing the lines of chaz's jaw, your touch tender yet reassuring. chaz didn't flinch away; instead, he leaned into your touch.
"i don't know. i've got a lot of baggage"
you smiled, your thumb caressing his cheek. "we all have baggage."
chaz sighed, a weight seemingly lifted off his shoulders. "i just... i don't know if the mafia's still after me. i don't want you getting in trouble because of me."
your expression softened. "i can handle whatever comes our way. besides, you're worth it. i believe in you, and i believe in us."
he met your gaze, a mix of gratitude and something resembling hope in his eyes. maybe, just maybe, he could let go of the fear that had held him captive for so long. with you by his side, he felt a glimmer of the happiness he'd convinced himself was unattainable.
Adams s/o coming home so tired and finding him watching TV, she walks over and climbs onto his lap and lays on him and wraps her wings around him
EXHUASTION .
; pairing ; adam x fem! reader
; note ; thank you for your ask!!!
; warnings ; none
the door creaked open, revealing you, utterly exhausted from the day's endeavors. your wings drooped with fatigue, and your steps were heavy as you entered the room where adam was leisurely watching tv. he glanced your way, a hint of amusement in his golden eyes.
"what's the matter? tired?" he snickered, the corners of his lips curling into a mischievous grin.
you groaned as a response. adam was right. you were fucking tired. but you still wanted to do something before you went to bed.
without any warning, you practically flopped onto him, catching him off guard. "what the—?" he yelped, his surprise evident in the sudden change of his expression.
you chuckled at his startled face, and wrapped your wings around him like a cocoon. you buried your face into his shoulder, inhaling his musky scent that always felt like home.
"what are you doing?" he questioned, a mixture of confusion and amusement in his voice.
"shush," you muttered, your words muffled against his shoulder. "i'm just a little sleepy."
"a little?" he snorted, "you look like you're ready to pass out, babe."
"well, i'm not." you retorted playfully, the exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the comforting cocoon of his arms.
adam, relenting with a chuckle, shifted slightly to free his arms from your wings. bringing one up to your head, he began running his fingers through your hair, the gentle strokes eliciting a soft hum from you.
"long day, huh?" he murmured.
"yeah," you mumbled, "i think i might stay home all day tomorrow"
"probably should," he agreed.
you sighed, feeling your body begin to relax. the heat radiating off adam's body was like a hot shower, and the sound of his heartbeat was soothing.
you felt yourself falling asleep.
"i love you," you mumbled.
he froze for a moment, his breath hitching, but he continued stroking your hair.
"i love you too, babe," he whispered.
and then, you fell asleep, the soft sounds of the television lulling you into a peaceful slumber.
Headcanons of Adam and Lucifer with an s/o who has really bad anger issues and she gets angry pretty easily and lashes out when having a rough day, but afterwards she cries and apologizes for everything and makes it up them
HEADCANONS OF ADAM AND LUCIFER WITH A S/O WITH ANGER ISSUES .
; pairing ; lucifer x fem! reader, adam x fem! reader
; note ; thank you for your ask!!!
; warnings ; none
ADAM ★
adam, being the egotistical and abrasive angel that he is, initially finds your anger issues somewhat amusing.
he's not one to shy away from conflict or a challenge, so your fiery temperament doesn't scare him off.
he's used to being an asshole himself, so he might not take it too personally when you lash out.
in fact, he might even throw a sarcastic comment your way, adding fuel to the fire.
however, there are moments when your anger catches him off guard.
maybe you snapped at him in a way that hit a nerve
in these instances, he might give you a genuine look of surprise, wondering what set you off.
after your anger subsides and you start crying, adam is a bit awkward at first.
comfort isn't exactly his forte, but he's not heartless either.
he might grumble a bit, telling you to cut it out and that it's okay and he really doesn't care
but deep down, he doesn't completely dismiss your feelings.
if your apology comes with some sort of gesture, like bringing him a drink or doing something to make up for the outburst, he'll appreciate the effort.
it doesn't necessarily mean he'll say it out loud, but he notices these things.
occasionally, he might throw your own angry words back at you, but he tries not to
there might be times when he shows a surprising level of patience with you.
he might not be the best at comforting, but he won't completely shut you down either.
LUCIFER ★
lucifer, being the king of hell, is no stranger to dealing with volatile personalities.
your anger issues may catch him off guard initially though.
when you get angry, lucifer's first instinct is to remain calm and collected.
he's seen it all in hell, after all.
you can take it all out on him
he really doesn't mind! he loves you and just wants you to feel better
lucifer pays attention to your needs.
he knows that sometimes you need space when you're upset, so he might give you some time before approaching you again.
your outbursts don't scare him; in fact, he finds your passion intriguing
when you lash out, he might simply raise an eyebrow or give you a bemused look.
he never fights back, he just looks at you.
now, the crying part might throw him off a bit.
lucifer is no stranger to regret, and he understands the weight of remorse.
when you come to him, tearfully apologizing for your angry outbursts, he reassures you that he's not holding it against you.
he appreciates your sincerity and acknowledges the effort you put into making amends.
but you really don't have to. he doesn't want you to feel bad. ever.
Can i ask for some headcanons from Charlie (hazbin hotel) comforting a neurodivergent reader, with she thinking she is selfish because of the emotional outbursts of ADHD and impulsivity but people don't realize how much she sacrifices so that others see her as productive, kind and a good human, masking a lot of disorganized behavior just so the college can accept it better? Sorry if it seemed too personal, i'm just tired of neurotypicals
HEADCANONS OF CHARLIE COMFORTING A NEURODIVERGENT READER .
; pairing ; charlie x neurodivergent reader (platonic)
; note ; these headcanons felt really nice to come up with. i can totally see where you're coming from and i am here for you.
; warnings ; none
charlie is incredibly empathetic and recognizes the struggles that come with neurodivergence.
she assures you that your feelings and experiences are valid, offering a safe space for you to express yourself.
charlie understands the societal pressures to conform and mask one's true self, especially in an academic setting.
she validates your efforts in trying to fit into societal norms and assures you that your true worth goes beyond appearances.
charlie fosters open communication, making it clear that you can always talk to her about your struggles without judgment.
she encourages you to express your feelings, thoughts, and challenges, creating a dialogue to help you feel heard and understood.
charlie recognizes and celebrates your achievements, no matter how small, emphasizing that every step forward is a victory.
she helps shift the focus from perceived shortcomings to the progress you've made.
charlie may share some of her own coping strategies or suggest activities that could help you manage.
whether it's through music, art, or other creative outlets, she encourages you to find what works best for you.
charlie emphasizes the importance of self-care and taking breaks when needed, reminding you that your well-being is a priority.
she may even organize activities or events that cater to your preferences and comfort.
; note ; part 2 because many of you wanted one! (looking at people over on wattpad)
; warnings ; none
; part 1; here
the hotel hummed with its usual energy, but today there was an added sense of anticipation lingering in the air. husk had finally relented and agreed to introduce his wife to the rest of the hotel's eccentric residents.
as the door swung open, revealing you standing in the doorway, the room fell silent.
charlie was the first to break the silence, her warm smile welcoming the newcomer. "oh, welcome! you must be husk's wife. we've been dying to meet you!" and everyone else did the same
but it was alastor's presence that seemed to unsettle husk the most. as the radio demon approached with his trademark grin, husk's growl rumbled low in his throat, a clear warning to keep his distance.
alastor merely chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "ah, husker. always so protective of what's his." he turns to you "fear not, my dear, i mean you no harm. husk here has been quite the mystery, keeping you all to himself."
you chuckled nervously, sensing the tension. "well, he's a man of few words, but he's my man." you shot husk a reassuring glance before turning back to the others. "thank you for the warm welcome, everyone. i'm looking forward to getting to know each of you better!"
as the day at the hotel unfolded, you spent time getting to know each resident. from helping niffty in the kitchen to engaging in playful banter with angel dust, it was a whirlwind of introductions and laughter. however, as the day progressed, you couldn't help but notice that husk seemed a bit more on edge than usual.
in the afternoon, you found yourself gravitating towards the bar, where husk was drinking away.
you slid onto one of the barstools, watching as husk expertly mixed a cocktail without even looking up. his furrowed brow and tense shoulders didn't go unnoticed.
"rough day at the tables?" you teased, trying to lighten the mood.
husk sighed, setting the cocktail in front of you. "you could say that. some days, it feels like i'm the only one who knows how to play a decent hand."
you took a sip of the drink, feeling the warmth of the liquid as it coursed through you. "is something bothering you, husk?"
he glanced at you, his usual gruff expression softening just a fraction. "nah, just the usual nonsense."
you raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to it. "come on. i might be new around here, but i'm not blind. something's on your mind."
husk hesitated, his gaze flickering between your earnest expression and the polished wood of the bar. finally, he sighed, his voice laced with a rare vulnerability. "it's alastor. i've seen him do things, things that make me worry about you being around him."
your heart skipped a beat at his confession. taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently, offering silent reassurance. "i get it. but i'm not scared of alastor. besides, i've got you looking out for me, right?"
husk's grip on your hand tightened slightly, his eyes softening with a mixture of gratitude and concern. "i'll always have your back, no matter what. just promise me you'll be careful, doll."
you nodded, returning his gaze with equal sincerity. "i promise. and thank you... for everything."
just as the atmosphere between you two became more relaxed, the door behind you swung open with a creak. startled, you both turned your heads to see angel dust sauntering in, a mischievous grin on his face.
"what's going on here?" angel dust teased, winking at both of you.
husk growled lowly, shooting a glare at the flamboyant spider demon. "what do you want?"
angel dust feigned innocence, batting his long eyelashes. "oh, nothing much. just wanted to check on my favorite feline and his playmate. looks like you two are getting cozy."
you blushed, feeling the need to defend the situation. "we're just talking, angel."
angel dust scoffed, clearly not believing you. "sure, sure. and i'm just a porn star." he gave husk a pointed look. "you're a lucky bastard, having a girl like her to keep you warm at night."
you felt your cheeks flush an even darker shade of crimson. husk seemed equally flustered, his ears twitching as he mumbled a half-hearted retort.
you cleared your throat, eager to change the subject. "uh, anyway. what brings you down here, angel?"
angel dust smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "i was wondering if the cat's got any milk. i could use a good drink after today."
you laughed, the tension easing between the three of you. "oh, trust me. he's got more than enough to go around."
husk shot you a look, his lips quirking into a small smile. "don't encourage him."
you grinned, playfully nudging husk. "oh, come on. let him have a little fun. besides, you can't deny it's nice having him around."
husk rolled his eyes, pouring a generous helping of liquor into a glass and sliding it across the counter to angel dust.
"whatever. just don't spill anything." husk grumbled, the corners of his mouth twitching.
you smiled, grateful for husk's willingness to put up with angel dust's antics. the truth was, it was nice to have some company.
as the night wore on, you found yourself growing tired. despite your efforts to stay awake, the alcohol had taken its toll, and your eyelids were beginning to droop.
"think i'll head off to bed. night, angel. night, husk." you stifled a yawn, giving them a sleepy smile before leaving the room.
the rest of the hotel was quiet as you padded down the hallway, the sound of your footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath your feet. charlie's letting you stay here for as long as you want. what a nice girl, you made a mental note to thank her in the morning.
but as you turned a corner, you bumped into a figure in the shadows.
"i'm sorry, i-"
your eyes widened as the figure stepped into the light, revealing none other than the radio demon.
"ah, my dear! pardon me, i didn't expect to see anyone out and about at this hour." alastor smiled politely, though the expression didn't quite reach his eyes.
you returned the smile, your heart racing in your chest. "no, no, it's fine. i'm sorry, i wasn't paying attention."
alastor waved a dismissive hand, his gaze drifting over your form. "say no more, darling. now, what are you doing up at such a late hour?"
you hesitated, unsure how to respond. "uh, just headed to bed. long day, ya know."
alastor hummed thoughtfully, his eyes glinting with something akin to amusement. "yes, i imagine it was. i do hope you've enjoyed your stay so far."
you nodded, hoping the movement didn't seem too stiff. "i have, thank you. the hotel is lovely."
there was a moment of silence, neither of you knowing what to say next. then, alastor's smile widened, his voice dropping an octave. "i'm glad to hear it, my dear. now, if you'll excuse me, i have matters to attend to. good night."
with that, he stepped around you and disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
the interaction with alastor left you feeling unsettled, though you couldn't pinpoint why. with a sigh, you continued on your way, eager to put some distance between yourself and the radio demon. shaking off the odd feeling, you entered your room and closed the door behind you.
the soft glow of the dimly lit room welcomed you, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for the refuge the hotel provided. you slipped out of your shoes and climbed into the inviting warmth of the bed.
just as you were starting to drift off, the door creaked open, and in walked husk. his disheveled appearance and half-lidded eyes suggested he had been enjoying a drink or two himself.
"couldn't sleep either, huh?" husk mumbled, his voice rough from the weariness of the day.
you nodded, patting the space next to you on the bed. "come on. it's more comfortable than the bar, i promise."
husk hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room before shuffling over and taking a seat. he didn't say anything, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes.
as you both lay there in the quiet darkness, the tension from the encounter with alastor slowly faded away. husk let out a contented sigh, his eyes closing as he nestled closer to you.
"fuckin' hate that guy," husk grumbled, his words barely audible.
you chuckled softly, running your fingers through his fur. "really? i couldn't tell."
husk purred at the gentle touch, his gruff exterior melting away.
with that, the two of you settled into a comfortable silence, the rhythmic purring of husk acting as a lullaby. as sleep began to claim you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of safety in the arms of the grumpy, yet surprisingly caring, avian cat demon.
I was wondering if you can maybe do a husk x “secret wife” reader where husk is married but no one knows until someone asks if he’s interested in someone but thats where he brings up his wife and he js brings them and talks about them?
HEART'S HAND .
; pairing ; husk x wife! reader
; note ; not really an x reader but i'm gonna call it that anyway.
; warnings ; none
; part 2; here
husk was perched at the bar, nursing a drink and observing the madness with a half-lidded gaze. as angel dust pranced over to him with a mischievous grin, he didn't seem particularly interested.
"hey, husky, you ever think about getting yourself a special someone?" angel dust wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
husk rolled his eyes. "not really my style. i'm too old to be chasing that kind of nonsense."
angel dust leaned in with a sly smile. "oh, come on. you've gotta have someone in mind."
husk let out an exasperated sigh. "alright, fine. there is someone."
angel dust practically squealed with excitement. "well shit! who is it?"
husk leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "it's my wife."
angel dust blinked, momentarily taken aback. "your wife? seriously?"
husk nodded, his nonchalant demeanor unchanged. "yeah, been married for a while. just never felt the need to tell everybody."
angel dust's eyes widened, and he turned to the other members of the hotel with a dramatic flair. "hey, everyone! husk here's got himself a secret wife!"
the sudden revelation prompted a range of reactions. charlie looked genuinely surprised, vaggie raised an eyebrow, and even alastor, who had been eavesdropping with mild interest, tilted his head in acknowledgment.
husk, for his part, didn't seem bothered by the attention. "yeah, yeah. she's a great dame, though. knows how to handle my sorry ass."
vaggie chimed in, unable to resist a teasing remark. "so, husk, when were you planning on introducing us to this mysterious wife of yours?"
husk shrugged. "whenever she feels like dropping by. i'm not about to force her into this circus."
as the revelation settled in, the hazbin hotel's resident gambler continued to sip his drink, seemingly unfazed by the unexpected turn of events.
