Hello & welcome one & all. I am scarlettconfetti & this is my side blog.
I was too afraid to write anything on my main blog, because I’m not a very good writer & I didn’t want to wreck my main blog with my insane ramblings.
What I Will & Won’t Write
On this page, I will write headcanons & imagines for characters from many fandoms.
I will accept requests for imagines & headcanons.
I will write fluff, hurt/comfort & all that lovely jazz.
I won’t write in*est, r*pe, ab*se or anything for characters that are under the age of eighteen.
I won’t write romance imagines for male characters. I will write for male characters but for a platonic connection only. I’m wlw & just wouldn’t feel comfortable with that.
I won’t write smut. I’m sorry, I just don’t feel comfortable with that. Honestly, just want to write some gentle stuff.
I will NEVER write for real people. It would make me extremely uncomfortable. So, please consider this if you decide to request something & just send me a character, please.
Feel free to send me requests & asks. I will put out a ‘requests closed’ post if I need to close them at any point.
summary: being rick flag’s sibling & dating emilia harcourt.
A/N: i have not watched a single episode of this show in my life & i never will. i cannot forgive that guy for what happened to rick flag. i do however, love my friend & she deserves this. i also love the scene packs i have found of letoa adebayo & harcourt & that one scene of milf waller.
waiting up for her when she’s working long nights.
emilia has told you before that she doesn’t expect you to, but you used to wait up for your brother to come home when he lived with you before he met june, so of course you’re going to do it for your girlfriend.
with task force x being top secret there’s not much she can tell you about her work & you don’t care, you never expect rick to tell you anything either.
however she does tell you about all the office drama.
especially when your brother is apparently the only one with the balls to tease their boss.
saving half of your dinner for later so you can eat something together when she comes home.
letting her curl up in your lap when she’s clearly had a long & rough day & stroking her soft, short blonde waves.
sometimes you’re comforting your girlfriend & patting your brother’s foot when they both arrive at your doorstep looking like they’ve been to hell & back.
when emilia comes home exhausted & in need of a warm, relaxing bath, you share one together.
wrapped in each other’s arms until one of you nearly falls asleep in the bath.
being her little spoon when the two of you retire to bed.
she might miss some promised romantic evenings when she’s had to work overtime, but she always makes sure to let you know.
she’s incredibly loyal & would do anything for you.
she’s incredibly protective.
you’re used to your brother being protective.
cmon it’s rick flag he absolutely gave her the shovel talk & she did not give a flying fuck because she would never even dream of hurting you.
she’s also seen rick after a night out with harley quinn when he ended up with the skwad tattoo & saw him crying about how much he loved his girlfriend for hours.
she ain’t scared of him.
anyway he absolutely set up a top notch security system in your home.
harcourt matched that though.
there’s probably several security systems in your home with her.
she wants you to be safe & goes a little overboard sometimes.
you both probably have a pet of some kind.
she looks like a cat person.
she is incredibly gentle with you.
forehead kisses.
she loves it when she can just fall into your arms after a long day.
emilia just loves coming home to you.
however, the worst day of her life is when she has to come home to you after the mission in corto maltese is over & she has to tell you that your brother is dead.
she doesn’t know how she’ll be able to look you in the eye when she is later assigned to a case which involves working with your brother’s killer.
A/N: the things i do for my friend 😂 i miss flag so much.
summary: TW: SELF INJURY DESCRIPTION. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF THE TOPIC OF SELF INJURY TRIGGERS YOU.
Your friend Larry comes to your aid when you are at a low point.
it’s a mistake; it’s a momentary lapse in judgment that caused you to do this.
you’re sitting in your room & your wrists are bloody & sore.
you clean yourself up the best you can & place your instrument back where it belongs.
somewhere safe & personal so no one can take it from you.
you attempt to go about your day in doom manor as normal.
pretending like nothing happened & that you don’t feel so down.
however, your wounds are very sore. it really, really hurts.
they stick to your sleeves.
you have to peel your clothes out of the wound & it hurts so much.
you wonder if you’ve gone to far, if there’s a danger of infection.
at first, you just run them under the tap & hold onto them in the hopes that they will stop stinging.
when they keep sticking to your sleeves, you relent & search for a bandage.
you don’t have a first aid kit & don’t know if there’s one anywhere in the manor.
you’re searching the kitchen cupboards when larry walks in.
“are you looking for something?” your friend asks you kindly.
you tell him that you’ve tripped & fell (*insert any excuse*) & that you’re looking for the first aid kit.
“how bad is it?” he draws nearer to you, evidently concerned.
“it’s fine.” you attempt to shrug off his concern.
he makes the mistake of grabbing your arm gently in an attempt to get you to focus on him.
unfortunately you are not able to tug you’re arm away in time & he sees your wounds.
you might not be able to see his face, but with the way his head tilts to the side, it’s clear.
he knows.
“oh.”
you’re both quiet for a period of time & it’s awkward.
you wonder if you should run. trying to figure out some kind of excuse.
you don’t want to talk about it.
you don’t want to be locked away.
“it’s ok.” larry tells you, as he’s rummaging through various cupboards.
“there’s a first aid kit somewhere around here.”
he finds the small, well-stocked box & places it on the table before holding out his hand towards you.
“come on, i can clean that for you. i’m pretty good at the whole...” he gestures to his bandaged self. “you know.”
his actions make you smile a little & possibly even snort at your friend.
you hold out your wrists, placing them on the table in front of larry.
“I fell over.” you keep telling him as his soft fingers pick up one of your wrist’s.
he doesn’t say anything & you’re trying to look anywhere but at him.
he’s very careful. he wipes the wounds clean & is very methodical when he bandages them.
you’re still finding it hard to look at him, even when he tells you that he’s done.
your plan to thank him & leave.
“look, it’s ok. you don’t have to talk to me about it if you don’t want to, y/n.”
he places his bandaged covered hand over yours.
“but i am here for you if you ever do need to talk to someone.”
“thank you, larry.” you finally look up at him.
“can i hug you now?” he asks.
nodding, you step into his open arms & he envelopes you into a tight embrace.
larry’s hugs are warm, they’re tight & they’re comforting.
he really is a wonderful friend.
“it’s alright, you’re not alone.”
a/n: i will admit, this was self indulgent. i relapsed very recently & i feel awful about it. i’ve always loved larry & wish he were either my friend or that he’d adopt me & i just needed to write this.
when you & your brother’s family move to provincetown, when you’re not helping unpack, you spend the initial first few days exploring the place.
you’re just walking down the streets, taking in the gothic scenery when you first meet lark.
“hi! i haven’t seen you around here before.”
she’s standing in the doorway to her practise/tattoo parlour, her head popped around the door.
her bright smile & friendliness easily invites you into an initial conversation with her.
she invites you inside & happily shows off her incredible artwork.
you are immediately intrigued by her & impressed by her creations.
lark is incredibly forward & flirts with you with ease.
she is quick to ask you out.
there’s not exactly much to do in provincetown, but lark takes you the best dates.
she holds your hand virtually straight away & you enjoy listening to her wild stories.
as your relationship with her progresses, you’ll be the first to see her new creations.
she loves sharing her creativity with you & is always keen to ask your opinion.
you grow to be comfortable around each other quite quickly.
it doesn’t take too long for lark to tell you about her hidden talents & the underlying mystery that surrounds provincetown.
honestly, you take it pretty well considering.
however, you’re a gardner; you’re not particularly fazed by your new girlfriend’s abilities.
in fact, you’re kinda into it.
your brother, harry wasn’t exactly pleased that she told you about him also taking the pills & often reminded you to be wary around lark, knowing that his own self control isn’t exactly great.
you weren’t too worried. lark had been doing this for a long time now & her self control was virtually impeccable.
in fact, it was you who first introduced the idea of feeding lark.
the first time you entertain the notion of letting lark drink from you, she’d been worn down.
she was annoyed, it had been a long day for her & she hadn’t had time to feed.
you’d offered your own blood quietly & waited for her response.
lark does want to drink from you, she makes that perfectly clear, but she wants you to be sure.
making sure you know that it’s your choice & that she would never, ever force you to do something you weren’t comfortable with.
it starts of small; letting her nip the tip of your finger for a brief snack.
enough to satisfy her for short periods, but you were open to letting her drink more.
you start offering her your wrists, assuring her that you’re fine with letting her feed every single time at the beginning.
she’d draw you in close, reminding you over & over that you can always say no if it’s too much for you.
the feeling would be pretty incredible.
she held you so close the first time she drank from your wrist.
making sure you’re ok every step of the way.
even with her control, as your girlfriend, she would still be concerned.
checking your vitals to make sure she never goes too far.
keeping you close afterwards, pampering & thanking you for the gift you have given her.
aftercare is incredibly important to lark.
she’ll wrap your wounds with the softest of wraps & kiss them afterwards.
with provincetown often being dreary & cold most of the time, you don’t have to worry about any of her bite marks being visible.
if you have short hair & are not particularly a fan of scarfs, she’s more than happy to not drink your blood from the neck.
offering to give you tattoos to cover up the places where she’s bitten you.
if you like tattoos, you’ll be inclined to accept her offer & let her create a masterpiece to etch into your skin.
it can get pretty sensual if you want it to be.
if you’re in the mood, she’ll have you lie back whilst she places small bites on the insides of your thighs.
she’s very gentle with you.
most of the time she will have you in her arms, stroking your hair with her skilled fingers, whilst she sucks the blood from different spots on your wrists.
lark loves seeing your various reactions to her feeding off of you.
sometimes, she’ll lie on your chest & nip at your skin with her razor sharp teeth.
lifting her head to request permission before going any further though.
she’ll soothe your wounds with her tongue, licking your broken skin in comforting motions.
“i didn’t hurt you, did i, baby?” lark will often ask you.
“no, of course not.” you’ll assure her every time, normally encouraging her to go back to what she was doing.
it’s a two way street.
you might not be getting any nutritional value from it like lark does, but you’ll get enjoyment from it nonetheless.
“i’m the only one that gets to do this.” she will tell you firmly & its something you stick to.
the art of her drinking your blood becomes such an intimate act between you & lark that you won’t even let your brother & your niece feed off of you.
even if they’re desperate, they’re on their own.
harry had complained to you once about that when he’d realised that lark was feeding on you & that you weren’t about to offer him a quick snack even in an emergency.
“i had to eat the neighbors cat, y/n!”
“that’s not my problem.”
your brother is a little concerned about your girlfriend drinking from you & is still skeptical even after you’ve assured him that it’s completely consensual & that she’d stop the second you weren’t comfortable with it anymore.
he’s protective over you & has threatened your girlfriend a couple of times.
lark finds him amusing.
if, on an extremely rare occasion, she does accidentally goes too far & takes more blood then she’d intended to, she’ll be terrified.
if you’re weaker than normal & she just knows she’s gone to far, she won’t let you leave her arms.
rocking you back & forth as she’d apologise to you over & over again whilst pressing kisses to your head & face.
doing everything in her power to keep you safe.
if you ever want to take the pill yourself, she’ll support your choice.
sure, she’d miss being able to feed off of you, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
she’d still love you & would be excited for you.
in fact, she’s already planned out how to do your teeth!
a/n: i totally haven’t had a fantasy of lark since these episodes aired.
summary: dealing with harry being very passionate about his work 24/7
a/n: i am once again writing trash for this man in the early hours of the morning. i would absolutely be his friend, i love this disaster writer with my whole heart.
sure you may dabble in writing from time to time and have your own creations in the works, but you’re no where near as consumed by craft as your best friend, harry gardner is.
you have a small place in provincetown all to yourself. harry & doris had wanted you move in with them, they’d insisted on it umpteenth times seeing as they consider you to be a part of their family due to having been harry’s closest friend for as long as you can remember.
however, after thinking it through & remembering all the evenings harry would crash on your couch, begging you to let him stay over & go along with his lie that his car had broken down because he just couldn’t take alma’s incessant practising some nights, you had politely declined.
the locals are compellingly odd and the town is whilst a little bleak, hauntingly beautiful. it’s a welcomed change and you find yourself quite liking your new home and are happy to only be a few minutes away from your friend.
the first few days are nothing short of interesting.
you spend your days unpacking and helping harry & doris unpack, who is grateful for your help, seeing as harry pretty much unpacked his laptop and that was it.
the man returning to what he knows best: writing. fighting through writers block as if it were a noble war.
between yourself and doris, you manage to get him to move sometimes.
“hey, doris needs a hand in the kitchen, i could proofread what you have so far if you want?” you would offer.
“this is the end y/n. i’m getting nowhere, it’s the start of the decline!” harry had cried once.
“don’t be such a drama king.” you’d squeeze his shoulder, before giving him a hug.
“you’ll get there in the end.”
he returned your hug before sadly shaking his head.
“i doubt it.”
“you will! besides…” you had peered at the paragraph on display.
“it doesn’t look awful.”
harry groaned and got to his feet, head hung low as he wandered away.
“it’s the beginning of the end!”
“you’ve made a start.” you’d point out.
“but it’s nothing good. believe me, you’d be the first to know if it was.”
in hindsight, you probably should’ve taken him at his word.
during the midnight hours, a certain visitor made his way through your bedroom window whilst you slept.
“psst.”
“y/n!” a hand shaking your shoulder immediately rips you from the comforting embrace of sleep, a bright light burning your eyes the second you open them.
screaming, you back away from the home invader crouched beside you with a laptop?
rubbing your sore eyes, it becomes pretty clear to you that the intruder is harry.
he’s beaming, he looks so proud of himself with his eyes wide and wild expression etched upon his face.
“y/n, stop screaming. i did it!”
“WHAT THE FUCK, HARRY?!”
“hey, hey, don’t yell at me.” Your friend replies, too wired to notice the compete absurdity of his actions.
“did you climb through my window?” Your tired eyes widen.
“yes. look, I need you to read this…”
“you have a key, harry!”
“y/n, i really need a second pair of eyes here, this is good. this is so fucking good.” he explains.
“it’s half four in the morning!” you practically growl.
“i know, i know, but you have to read this. i need you to read this. i can’t believe it.” he’s still smiling like an actual madman & you are concerned about your friend.
“i’m happy for you, i am & i can’t wait to read it, but…”
“here! it’s back to page one!” he pushes the laptop onto your lap, sitting beside you, practically vibrating.
“harry, did you take something?” you nudge him, more worried than annoyed.
“long story, probably longer than this.” he waves his hand in front of his laptop.
“i’m calling doris…”
“no! no, she can read it tomorrow, let her sleep.” harry retorts.
“i want to sleep, harry.” you grumble, but with how he’s practically bouncing beside you, you give in.
your friend has always been a hard person to say no to & you’ve known for a long time that you’ll do anything for him, like he’ll do anything for you.
you’d walk through hell for each other.
“solid opening.” you remark after skimming over the first paragraph & harry is ecstatic, putting his arm around you to pull you in closer.
settling himself down, he rests his head against your shoulder like he’d always do when you were growing up with him as you read the rest.
“it’s amazing.” you rub his arm when you’re halfway through.
“incredible actually, what the hell did you take & where can i get some?” you joke.
well, you had been joking. harry was too wrapped up in his post-writing equilibrium to notice.
“i’ll show you. i knew you’d like it. told you you’d be the first to know.”
shaking you head, you continue to read through harry’s creation.
summary: being harry gardner’s best friend & a fellow writer.
harry gardner is your best friend & fellow partner in crime when it comes to writing.
you are both incredibly dedicated to your craft.
spending hours in low lit rooms trying to type out something the resembles a plot.
having equally messy work spaces that neither of you have organised.
if you have attempted to organise it, harry will have invaded it within a few hours.
falling asleep at your desks often.
if harry wakes up, he’ll carry you to the spare bedroom on the way to his own, or drape a blanket over you if you don’t want to move in case inspiration hits.
if you wake up, you’ll nudge him to remind him of the time & cover him with a blanket if he wishes to stay at the desk.
bouncing ideas off of each other all the time. sometimes literally with the various plot points you’d both be scribbling on paper & throwing at one another.
communicating by either kicking each other playfully under the table or just straight up yelling it out when a game changing idea for a plot comes to mind.
doris has often come to check on you both when she hears yelling & just rolls her eyes at you both when she realises that you’ve both either hit writers block or a fantastic idea.
doris is sweet and supportive & is often the one to make sure both you and harry eat, drink & touch some grass from time to time.
both of you are pretty chaotic writers.
doing anything & everything for that sweet taste of inspiration.
you don’t move to provincetown straight away.
harry has to beg you.
“we need to see each other for this to work.”
“the internet exists, harry. we talk everyday.”
“it’s not the same! i’m losing my mind!”
however, your best friend is very persuasive & you move to providence a few days later.
he’s so smug about it.
you’d be annoyed if he wasn’t practically family.
he hugs you tight when you arrive.
harry is a pretty decent hugger.
“oh, thank god you’re here!” he’d say as he’s practically dragging you to the table, ready to carry on trying to fight through the writers block.
neither of you are particularly great at handling writers block.
it is a cruel, malevolent devil after all.
sometimes you’ll snap at one another, but you always apologise to each other soon after.
trying to get inspiration sometimes can be like trying to get blood out of a stone.
glaring at your screens together.
“anything?”
“not since you asked me five minutes ago, harry.”
both of you doing everything you can to ease the block.
going for long walks together.
it’s not easy to focus in the house.
harry practically crying tears of joy & knocking you off your chair with a hug when you gift him & yourself earplugs/noise cancelling headphones to shut alma’s music out.
focus is important to you both.
you’re an unstoppable team when in the writers zone.
meeting the locals of provincetown & seeking inspiration from slightly unconventional methods.
together, you and harry are prepared to do anything for that burst of creativity after all.
a/n: i love this man. i have never connected with a character so strongly before. you have to do what you gotta do to get through that writers block. i mean, i’ve been there, i’ve drank my way to writers inspiration to the point where i ate a cabbage on a fork, screamed at family & housemates & woken my ex girlfriend up about four am to talk about plot points so i really, really connected to harry.
summary: headcanons for dating the gorgeous vivien harmon.
when you meet vivien, you are living in the same street & are just overwhelmed by the fact that your neighbour is so beautiful.
you nervously introduce yourself to her & she is just so kind & welcoming.
you find yourself falling for vivien quickly.
she is magnetic, brilliant & kind.
her marriage has ended & whilst she doesn’t particularly feel like she is able to start a new relationship so soon, she falls for you quickly too.
enjoying long, in-depth conversations about anything & everything together.
forehead kisses & if she can’t reach your forehead, sweet cheek kisses.
she is the first to admit her love for you.
you had wanted to say it, but had decided to let her be the first to confess.
she had held your face in her hands as she had confessed & the two of you shared a tender kiss.
pre bone removal, hanging out with moira together.
she loves that you two have found each other.
loving to hear her play the cello.
she’s very good & if you’re quite she doesn’t mind you sitting in the room with her as she practises.
hugs, lots of warm, comforting embraces.
vivien is soft & she loves you, you’re almost always in her arms.
not really the type to hold hands, she’d much rather hold you or be held by you.
she’ll rest her fingers against your arm when you’re standing together.
your presence constantly bringing her peace.
having violet being somewhat okay with you.
you’re nice to her, but you give her space.
honestly she doesn’t care if you’re there or not.
she’s just pleased that her mom is the happiest she’s seen her in a long time.
giving her the comfort she deserves when she feels either lost or distressed.
she loves you & you love her.
her loving the fact that you are able to satisfy her in a way that ben never did.
a/n: this was a little self indulgent, when i first saw this show at thirteen vivien was the first ahs character i fell in love with & i’ve been so desperate to write something for her, but i wanted to do her justice.
summary: you are the adopted daughter of john henry moore & behold chablis & fell in love with mallory in the previous timeline. headcanons for you & mallory falling in love with each other again during the new timeline
it doesn’t hit mallory until after she hit the antichrist that because of what she has done, you won’t know who she is anymore.
that she is in a world where you haven’t met her yet.
the last time she saw you, you were holding her hand, crying for her & cordelia.
mallory had kept trying to tell you that she loved you before she cast the spell, but she had been too weak to.
mallory does go to see you after disposing of michael. she has to see you for herself, to know that you’re alive & well.
trying her best not to be creepy, she watches you for a few minutes from afar when she finds you.
you’re having a meal in your garden with your dads’ john henry & behold.
you are happy & whilst mallory wanted nothing more than to run to you, she was relieved, delighted to see you alive, well & beaming. blissfully unaware of the timeline that she had just prevented.
mallory had also been pleased to see john henry & behold alive.
she had seen you nearly tear the world apart yourself with your powers when you had found them dead at hawthorne.
she would never be able to forget your reaction, your tears & your indescribable pain as you had both tried to revert what had happened to them, especially when it became clear that michael had erased their souls too.
mallory spends her days waiting for the day she first met you.
you’re a powerful witch that has control over the elements.
you had ended up at the academy because you had almost single handedly used your powers to tear hawthorne apart to kill ariel augustus when he had made a comment about john henry.
you didn’t want to go away, you didn’t want to leave your dads’. you argued that your dads’ could teach you how to control your powers.
john henry agreed & so did behold, but the only problem was, was that they had full time jobs are hawthorne & you couldn’t attended the warlock school.
behold had wanted an exception to be made, but that got thrown out of the window when you almost killed augustus.
with heavy hearts, they arranged for you to go to the academy.
as witches & warlocks were not known for getting along, you hadn’t wanted your peers to know about your parents, so you met with cordelia goode alone.
whilst mallory had tried to remain calm & collected on the day you finally moved into the academy, she lost all control the second she saw you again.
the second you had left cordelia’s office, you were embraced by a random, but strikingly beautiful witch.
the look on your face broke her heart. you didn’t know her & were evidently confused as to why she had embraced you.
“i’m sorry. i’m just really happy to meet you, you’re my new roommate.” she had told you.
you introduced yourself simply & were actually glad to know that your roommate would be nice.
“i’m mallory. i’ll show you around.”
mallory is more forward this time around, she had shown you around when she first met you in the erased timeline, but this time she grabs your hand & talks to you excitedly.
she had been waiting for you to come home to her for so long.
you found your new roommate intriguing.
you thought she was very beautiful & incredibly friendly.
she was your first friend at the academy.
unfortunately, her eagerness to fall in love with you all over again became slightly problematic.
the two of you had slowly opened yourselves up to each other the first time around.
this time, mallory knew everything about you & you knew nothing about her & sometimes the future supreme could forget.
your brilliant teacher, queenie had asked you one day about why it took you so long to come to the academy when you had admitted that you’d know about your powers for years.
mallory made the mistake of remarking about your warlock parents.
you hadn’t mentioned them to her, or anyone at that point.
you were annoyed & figured that your roommate must be clairvoyant.
remarks were made about you by other students after that.
queenie hadn’t cared & actively stuck up for you if anyone insulted you due to the fact that your parents are two warlocks. you were quite pissed off at your roommate.
it broke mallory’s heart to see you so angry at her.
that hadn’t happened the first time & she was terrified that her own actions would prevent the two of you from falling in love again.
she heard you ranting about what she had done to your dads’ over a call & she figured that, that would mean that she wouldn’t be in their good books.
the first time around, she had met your parents as the woman who had actually resurrected your dad.
she didn’t have that advantage this time.
mallory spend days trying to make things right with you, but only ended up making things worse.
john henry had given you his cool black hat to wear & mallory decided to compliment you on it, but had accidentally ended up pointing out that it was your dad’s.
it had annoyed you, you still thought that she was clairvoyant & you yelled at her.
telling her to stay out of your head.
you avoided her after that.
you contemplated moving rooms.
queenie had too much stuff to fit another person’s bed into her room, but zoe had offered you her spare room at the apartment she shares with her boyfriend, kyle.
mallory didn’t know what to do, she thought it would be easier than this.
you were going to the kitchen for a glass of water one night when you found your roommate crying over what appeared to be batter.
you might have been annoyed with her, but for some reason, seeing her upset hurt you & the two of you ended up baking cookies together in the middle of the night.
baking with your roommate was fun, you made each other laugh & got absolutely covered in batter & flour.
“do you still want to move out?” she had asked you with glassy eyes.
you leaned forward to wipe the flour off of her cheek.
“no.”
it got a lot better after that.
mallory decided to take every day as it came.
some days she wanted nothing more than to pull you into her arms & never let you go, but she let the natural order of things take place, she waited.
the two of you would go on walks through new orleans together.
as time went on, you would discreetly buy her little trinkets & jewellery that you’d seen her admire during your walks.
eventually, you’d walk around arm in arm or hand in hand.
laughing with each other & just enjoying each other’s company.
you started going on picnics with mallory.
the two of you bonding over your passion for nature.
mallory is incredibly gentle with you. kind & attentive.
you end up falling for the powerful witch.
the two of you enjoyed embracing each other pretty much as soon as you became friends, but one day, when mallory had her arms around you, you asked if you could kiss her.
kissing mallory is always an incredibly loving experience.
she will cup your cheeks with her soft fingers & stroke them with her thumbs.
sometimes she’ll pull you into her lap & kiss you with her arms around your waist.
you love to stroke her gorgeous golden hair.
she loves it when you put her jewellery on for her in the morning.
especially when you agree to wear a piece of it yourself.
you do each other’s makeup & it always takes a long time because you’re forever stopping to kiss each other.
you’re disgustingly adorable together.
queenie & zoe have both complained about your pda in their lessons.
specifically when you stop to kiss each other during a lesson in controlling your powers, whilst you are using your powers which could cause some kind of weather event both indoors & outdoors.
mallory uses all the pet names for you that she used to in the forgotten timeline.
it brings her great peace when you’re lying in her arms at night.
she’ll slide her fingers up & down your arms in soothing motions & hold you close to her chest.
the memories of seeing you so broken when you lost your parents haunts her whenever she sees you even remotely upset.
when mallory met your dads’ again, it was a considerably different experience for her the second time around.
behold was cordial, but wary & john henry went into overprotective scary warlock father mode.
the grateful to be alive, quiet & pleasant warlock she had known was long gone & replaced with someone who definitely didn’t like her as much as he had done the first time around.
she found it easier to get along with behold this time instead & whilst she didn’t actively try to avoid the taller warlock, if she didn’t have to speak to him, she wouldn’t.
“she’s clairvoyant, i’ve gotten used to it.” you had to tell your dad when mallory had attempted to drop some hints about augustus & pennypacker being evil to john henry.
she doesn’t want you to lose your parents like that again.
mallory is still haunted by the timeline she fixed but she never talks about it with you.
her feelings on the matter normally present themselves through her nightmares.
the same nightmares that you soothe her through, keeping her held tightly in your arms all through some of her more difficult nights.
“i love you, y/n.” she will tell you often, multiple times a day even.
nothing could ever take away the indescribable feeling of love she will always feel for you when you tell her that you love her too.
you adore the powerful future supreme & become inseparable from her.
mallory is nothing short of overjoyed by the fact that the two of you were able to fall in love again.
Could I also request head canons for dating Dawn Granger from Titans?🥺I love her🥺
(TITANS) DAWN GRANGER X FEMALE!READER
a/n: she is so pretty 🥺 her hair is just stunning & i love her. thank you so much for sending this request, i loved writing it & i hope you like it. i’m sorry if it’s bad.
dawn is an incredibly loving girlfriend.
if you like to hold hands, she’s down for that.
if you just like to link your pinkie finger through hers, she loves that too.
you do so much together.
going on sweet but adventurous dates.
cooking sweet treats together.
or just lying on either a couch or bed holding each other
she is incredibly supportive of you & you are of her.
she is a superhero after all, of course you think the world of her.
you’re her number one cheerleader & are always so proud of her.
you also provide comfort to her when a mission goes awry, assuring her that it wasn’t her fault & that there wasn’t anything she could’ve done differently.
you always would know that she had tried her best.
she likes it when you braid her soft platinum blonde hair.
you wrapping the ends of her hair around your fingers & watching as she grins at you with the widest, softest grin.
when you’re alone together it’s hugs all the time.
either she will curl up on your lap or you will curl up on hers.
you alternate between being the big & little spoon.
sometimes she just wants to hold you close to her so she knows that you’re safe in her arms.
sometimes dawn wants to be held, for you to wrap your arms around her & keep her close.
she is the happiest when she is in your arms.
the love you two share is warm & fills you both with indescribable feelings of happiness & optimism.
there’s nothing you two wouldn’t do for each other.
she would go to the ends of the multiverse for you & you would do the exact same thing for her.
you love dawn ‘dove’ granger more than words & she loves you.
a/n: this was so nice to write, i love her so much. again i’m sorry if it’s not my best work.
Hi!🥺👋could I request a Donna Troy x artist!Reader fic where the reader and Donna are best friends, and she has a crush on Donna but hasn’t told her how she feels. But Donna eventually catches the reader sketching her and the reader ends up confessing her feelings for her?🥺and they get together in the end?🥺you could do a fic or headcanons, it’s up to you!
a/n: this request is so cute & it has been an honour to write it. i really hope you like it.
this is also dedicated to my friend, an amazing artist who deserves the world. i don’t know what i’d do without them these days & i’m just so lucky to have them in my life. to be honest i’m extremely bad at communicating & i feel like i might have annoyed them a lot & i am so, so sorry. i love them & they are such a wonderful friend.
(TITANS) DONNA TROY X FEM!ARTIST!READER
you’re an artist.
creating art is your hobby, your passion.
normally you like to share your art with your best friend donna.
she loves to see the artwork you create.
she always wants to hang a copy on her walls.
her compliments & encouragement never fail to make you smile.
especially when you’re excited to show her something you’ve spent a long time on & she’ll come to your side.
wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you show her what you’ve created.
she goes with you to any art galleries you want to go to & sometimes just drags you to one because she thought you might like it.
donna is your number one supporter, she cares about everything you create.
if any of the other titans don’t agree with her about the fact that it’s amazing, a masterpiece & should be hung in the most exclusive art galleries, then she’ll kick their asses.
she’s your best friend & you love her.
you love her so much, but have never told her the true extent of your feelings.
however, one day you’re sitting with your (insert art device of your choice) across from donna.
she’s playing with her lasso & glaring at the other titans so murderously & yet beautifully at the same time.
you can’t help but start to sketch her.
“what are you drawing this time, y/n?”
she startles you a little, but you smile at her regardless.
“just drafting something, it’s not important.”
“hey, let me see. anything you create is important to me.”
she’s on her feet & walking towards you, you try to hide your work to no avail.
“it’s in the early stages, like the really early stages it’s not even...” you want to actually disappear into your chair when donna arrives at your side.
she sits next to you like she always does, leaning over to see what you’ve created.
“oh my god, is that me?”
you’re too nervous to look at her.
she doesn’t let you escape from her though & tilts your chin up so you’re looking at her.
donna is beaming at you.
“yeah. i mean, you’re my best friend it would be weird for me not to draw you. i’ve drawn the others before.” you say quickly.
“oh, i know. i think my favourite was the one you drew of kori kicking dick’s ass.”
you both laugh & she hugs you.
her hugs are warm & you instantly feel safe & loved.
“thank you, it’s beautiful.”
“you’re beautiful.”
you immediately want to yeet yourself from existence, but as it turns out there’s nothing you need to feel ashamed of.
donna cups your cheeks & grins at you.
“so are you.”
you’re not sure what to say to her, but you give her a friendly smile back.
“can i kiss you now? because i’ve kinda wanted to do that for quite sometime.”
when you let her kiss you, it is the sweetest first kiss.
gentle, caring & filled with all the love she has for you.
“wanna be girlfriend’s?” she whispers against your lips.
“i thought you’d never ask.”
you’re together from that day onwards & you have a beautiful relationship.
eventually the two of you have a home of your own where donna has an entire room just dedicated to your wonderful art.
a/n: sorry if this is a bit rough, i hope it turned out alright. this was so much fun to write.
summary: headcanons for befriending caleb covington
you meet the eccentric caleb covington when you somehow find yourself in the hollywood ghost club.
he’s performing when you first see him.
it’s a pretty cool song, the performance is incredibly well put together & his outfit is fabulous.
he notices that you’re new & goes to introduce himself.
he’s welcoming & friendly, even more so if you compliment him on his performance, or outfit or both.
he offered you a place at the hollywood ghost club on that very first day & you didn’t see why that could possibly be a bad idea.
you just figured that he was a snazzy guy with a wicked fashion sense.
also he encouraged a beautiful ghost to dance with you.
he becomes your closest friend at the hollywood ghost club.
he has a lot of interesting stories.
some you can’t believe are actually real, but he assures you that they are.
“i have so many questions.” is what you tell him when you are trying to understand the magazine covers that feature caleb himself framed on the brick walls of the club.
“ah, well those were the days...” he had started before going on to explain them in more detail than you had actually needed.
you like watching his performances, they’re always incredibly intricate & fun.
if you are a performer, you can find yourself learning a thing or two from him.
yet he can be a nightmare teacher.
you can go to laughing with him & having nice conversations one minute, but if he’s teaching you anything to do with performance oh boi.
strict doesn’t even begin to cover it.
he’s the kind of friend that expects you to pretty much drop anything if something is even mildly inconveniencing him.
you could be literally sitting calmly somewhere & if he appears he will grab your hand& immediately start ranting whilst you walk around the club together.
he can be dramatic & high maintenance friend at times, but he’s someone you can always talk to.
also, if you want fashion tips, he is there one hundred percent ready to offer up his opinion & guidance.
he suggests outfits with style & glitter.
he’s the type of friend you can gossip with for a few hours or more about pretty much anything.
there’s a rumour going around the ghost club that you have painted each other’s nails a few times.
it’s never been proven.
but the other ghosts have seen the two of you making & sometimes arguing over beverages together.
he’s fond of you, it’s nice to have a friend after all.
yes, there is the slight issue of the whole soul stealing business but that’s not something you’re aware of.
a/n: for starters, i apologise for the garbage i just dropped into the fandom. there are no platonic imagines for caleb & i get it, he’s stolen souls & i would do anything to protect those innocent ghosts, but other than that he’s actually pretty chill in comparison. again i apologise for this & i also think i should probably apologise for wanting to befriend the morally grey magician but please know that this got created now in the hours of being incredibly sleep deprived like 24hrs.
(AHS: CULT) WINTER ANDERSON X FEMALE!READER & PLATONIC!RUDY/VINCENT ANDERSON X FEMALE!READER
summary: headcanons for dating & being in a relationship with winter anderson whilst being best friends with rudy/vincent anderson.
this is totally self indulgent i am so sorry.
when you met winter, you were walking home from work alone.
you hadn’t wanted to bother your best friend/roommate as he works long hours.
it was dark & you were kinda wary of waking around on your own.
especially when people started cat calling.
you were feeling really uncomfortable until an incredibly striking woman appeared seemingly out of nowhere, swearing & yelling at the cat callers.
she introduced herself to you as winter anderson & offered to walk you home.
you were still wary of letting a stranger walk you home & knew that your best friend would absolutely freak, so you decide to let her walk with you to your friends office.
you talked to her during the walk & admired her unique beauty.
in fact you were sad when you’d reached your friend’s office as it meant that you would have to say goodbye to her.
however, when you did that, she gave you her number.
“I’m free all day tomorrow. If you want to meet me here, we could go & get a drink together or something?”
you accepted her offer & thanked her for walking with you.
winter only left when she saw you enter the building safely.
you gave her a little awkward wave before setting off to find rudy.
you were excited to see her again.
your best friend is dr. rudy vincent.
wlw & mlm solidarity.
you just randomly met him one day & despite him being a bit older then you, you have been friends ever since.
he is practically family to you.
if you have family, he goes with you to visit them for the various holidays.
if you don’t, you have your own traditions together in the apartment you share with him.
you don’t see each other during the day.
he’s at work before you get up & you’ve both gotten in the habit of communicating via notes left stuck on cupboard doors.
you leave each other packed lunches or the wrapped up leftovers from the previous nights meal.
you spend time together when he gets home.
you’ll both settle on the couch & talk about your respective days before ending up watching either a show or a movie.
he always covers you with a blanket in case you fall asleep.
it’s very rare that you fight with him.
you do get pretty annoyed with him when he’s attempted to ‘shrink’ you over the years though.
however, if there is anything wrong you know that you can tell him anything.
if you’re anxious or feeling like everything’s falling apart, he is there to help.
other than providing you with the most comforting hugs, there is this thing you two do together that he taught you very early on in your friendship.
you would link your pinky finger around his & you could tell him anything & everything that was bothering you.
rudy has always been there for you.
when you met winter the very next day, she had noticed you hugging a (probably) taller man in the distance.
“is that your boyfriend, y/n?”
“god, no!” you had looked horrified at the very thought & she had smirked.
“good to know.”
you spent the day together in a cosy cafe.
it was absolutely your first date with her & it was an enjoyable one.
you sat close together on leather couch drinking various beverages & sharing sweet treats throughout the day.
winter is incredibly fun to talk to, you really like her & she definitely takes a shine to you.
she’d rest her hand on your arm or boldly play with your hair (if long enough)
it was a successful first date of many more to come.
you go on so many dates with winter.
enjoying her company.
she kisses you after the third date, which was when you’d actually let her walk you to your home.
her kisses are passionate.
she’ll stroke your cheek with her fingers & kiss you senseless.
you find yourself falling for her quickly.
“I think i love her.”
“It’s only been a month y/n.” rudy had teased you when you had gushed about winter to him.
something you did a lot.
“irrelevant!”
you enjoy long walks with winter & she’ll hold your hand so tightly.
sometimes lifting it & pressing kisses to it here & there.
you love her nails, the colours & designs she choose for them are so beautiful & she’s more than happy to paint yours for you if you want.
“you make it look so easy.”
“i have mastered nail art, y/n.” she’d chuckle as she probably painted your nails to match hers.
you go various protests with her & share similar political views.
keeping each other safe during protests.
winter would fight anyone that would dare touch you.
she doesn’t talk much about her family.
you know that she lives with her brother & that she hasn’t seen the other in a while.
you’ve never met either of her brothers’.
you’ve never even gone to her house & for good reason.
you trust her when she tells you that her brother is someone you don’t want to get caught up with & how she doesn’t want him to know about you.
honestly you just assume that he has to be incredibly homophobic & leave it at that.
which is why she’ll almost always spend the day at your house if you’re not doing something outside together.
she likes it when you do her hair for her & you enjoy styling her long white waves.
you love her outfits & the two of you compliment each other daily.
“you are so beautiful, y/n.” she will tell you after usually greeting you with a kiss.
if you’re sitting together, you’ll play with her hair or her jewellery.
sometimes she’ll share her jewellery with you.
she loves seeing you in one of her long gothic necklaces.
“now i can keep a part of you close to my heart for the day.”
“my god, y/n you are so cheesy.”
winter can actually be incredibly affectionate & protective.
she wants to keep you safe.
she is almost always initiating physical contact.
if she’s not holding your hand, she’s sitting next to you with her arm around your waist.
you call each other pet names.
she is very passionate in every meaning of the word.
which is exactly how you’d almost ended up having sex with winter on the roof of rudy’s car & actually hid in a bush from your best friend when he came out of his office to check on his car.
she likes it when you curl up in her arms & rest your head on her chest.
it was during one of those times that she told you that she loved you for the first time.
she says it a lot after that.
if she is ever said, you will gather her up into toy arms & just hold her for hours.
never letting her go.
when your sad, she’ll press loving kisses to your forehead & hold you close whilst whispering countless reassurances to you & that she loves you.
she made you laugh when she taught you pinky power.
“come on, baby, this is serious.” she had pressed a kiss to your hand.
“I know, i know. it’s just that me & my best friend do something really similar together.”
when the election happens & incidents start to happen in the town, you’re a little freaked out.
but your worries are eased by the separate, but combined efforts from rudy & winter, who becomes even more protective of you than ever before.
it’s a very loving relationship that you have with winter & she would do absolutely anything for you.
a/n: i am actually sorry that i wrote this garbage. i just really love winter anderson & i hadn’t slept in over twenty four hours.
I know this is like my second Maeve request😅but could you also do headcanons for maeve with a short girlfriend?🥺
a/n: hey, the request has finally been done & i am so, so sorry that it’s taken me so long to get around to writing this. i hope you enjoy the headcanons i have crafted for this lovely idea.
(THE BOYS) QUEEN MAEVE X READER
you’re the girlfriend of queen maeve & you are quite short.
she doesn’t tease you about it all the time, but if there’s an opportunity for her to, you will be met with a witty but sweet remark about your shorter status.
for starters: maeve absolutely adores you, you are her girlfriend & she treasures you.
she will wrap her arm around you & tuck you into her side if you’re walking anywhere together.
getting maeve to reach stuff out of the taller cupboards for you.
if she sees you struggling she’s there.
if you’re practically climbing up the kitchen units to get what you need, she is there to help you.
she will get what you wanted & set it aside so that she can help you down.
maeve will usually pick you up & give you a comforting hug when she does that.
if you run to give her a hug, she will definitely lift you off the ground a little bit.
when either you or her or both of you needs comforting, she will gently wrap her arms around you & rub your back as you rest you head on her chest.
she’ll have her fingers resting in your hair sometimes.
standing on tiptoes even if it causes you pain & for your toes to hate you, to kiss her because she’s maeve & you absolutely love to share kisses with your taller girlfriend.
a/n: i hope you liked this, i’m sorry if it isn’t my best work, but i had so many ideas for this & it all just came out in this rush of insanity, thank you so much for requesting & reading.
I’m just putting my request here instead of having it in our messages😅could you do a Queen Maeve x reader where the reader steals her girlfriend Maeve’s sweaters, it could be headcanons or a fic, completely your choice! Sorry my request isn’t very detailed🥺
(THE BOYS) Queen Maeve X Reader
you’re probably home alone, thinking about how your girlfriend is probably out there saving the world.
hoping that she isn’t being manipulated into doing something she doesn’t want to do by the rest of the seven.
it’s getting late, so you make (*insert snack of your choice*) for you & maeve to share when she’s home.
it’s also getting quite cold in the apartment you share with her & you decide to get some extra layers to put on instead of turning the heating on & wasting electricity.
however, when you get to the room you share with maeve, her soft white sweater that you love so much catches your eye.
now, you know you should probably find a jacket or hoodie of your own to put on, but you can’t resist.
maeve’s sweaters are so, so soft.
hours later, you are sat on your couch, wrapped up in her softest white sweater.
smiling softly as you hug yourself, imagining that you’re hugging maeve.
it smells like her, it’s irresistibly soft.
alas, it is not maeve though, not your maeve & you can’t wait for her to come home.
“y/n are you there?”
you’ve dozed off when you hear her calling out to you.
“yeah, i’m home!” you call back, immediately getting up even though there’s still sleep in your eyes & you’re stumbling around the place a little.
throwing all her stuff to one side, maeve starts to look around for you.
a warm smile spreading across her face when she sees you.
wrapped up in her sweater of all things.
the sight warms her heart even more than wearing the sweater would.
“i missed you. (*insert petname of your choice*).”
“i’m sorry i got held up.” maeve reaches you & presses a kiss to your forehead.
“i see you’re wearing my sweater.” she raises her eyebrow at you in the most adorable way.
“it got really cold in here & i know i could’ve got my own...”
“don’t worry about it for a second, it suits you.” she assures you in the softest tone of voice that she saves just for you.
maeve starts to give you gentle kisses & you hold onto her arms as you practically melt into her sweet kisses.
“how was your day?” you put the question out there.
“better now that i’m with you.”
you lead her to the couch & slide back into the place you were sat before she came.
opening your arms, you gesture for maeve to join you & she does.
she always needs to unwind after a day at vought & you are more than happy to help her so exactly that.
maeve feels comfortable now, she’s with you & positions herself so her head is resting on your lap.
running your fingers through her long red hair, you smile when you feel maeve press her face into the soft fabric of her own sweater.
especially when she slides her fingers into yours.
“I should let you wear this more often.” she murmurs, giving you a soft smile.
“I’d like that.” you tell her as you’re stroking her hair & squeezing her hand.
“i love you.” maeve yawns sleepily.
“i love you too, maeve.” you press a kiss to her forehead.
“you can get some rest now.”
a/n: i’m so so sorry if this is so rough, i know that is had taken me ages to get to this request & for that i am so, so sorry, but here it is.
Could you do a Starlight x gender neutral reader coming out/comfort fic or headcanon? Maybe the reader is her best friend and they’re closeted, so they decide to finally come out to her and admit their feelings for her in the process?
I’m just throwing that out there as an idea, but I want to see what you can come up with! I just need some comfort stuff right now🥺
hey! i am so, so sorry for taking so long to respond & to write this up, i’ve had a long few weeks. this is a beauitful request & it’s been an honour to write it. this subject is so important to me as i have always found the idea & the process of coming out to be incredibly hard & the thought of having a fictional character that i love being there to comfort me is an extremely comforting thought.
(THE BOYS) ANNIE JANUARY/STARLIGHT X GENDER!NEUTRAL READER
you’ve known annie january for what seems like forever; she’s your best friend & you are hers’.
you’ve never told her that you love her & have never been able to pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with her.
annie has always been so kind to you, she cares about you a lot & would do anything for you.
if you need her, she is there for you.
always willing to listen & to comfort you if you need to her to.
you do everything together & tell each other pretty much everything.
when she joins the seven, you are so happy for her, she’s worked so hard & you know that.
you’ve provided her with comfort when her mother became too overbearing & when her vigilantism hasn’t always gone to plan & conversation when she’s training.
you’re the first person she tells about how the seven aren’t what they seem & whilst your first reaction is to want to immediately get her out of there.
you end up agreeing to help her expose vought for the corrupt, disgusting people that they are.
annie tries to keep you as far away from her life at vought as possible though, she doesn’t want anyone to find out about you, she does everything in her power to keep you safe.
despite never coming out to her & never revealing your feelings for her, when queen maeve is outed on national television by homelander, the idea of being forcibly outed to annie terrifies you.
you want it to be on your terms.
you’re both curled up together on your couch & you are incredibly anxious about telling her & she can tell.
“hey, you know you can tell me anything, right? you can trust me, i’m still gonna be right here, no matter what.” she tells you when you start to tell her.
if you’re crying when you tell her, she will ask you if it’s okay for her to touch you so she can comfort you.
“y/n, I love you for who you are.” she will tell you & if you want her to, she will embrace you tightly.
“you are perfect.”
pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.
you want to tell her the rest, that you have feelings for her & with how she’s comforting you, you decide to take the leap.
annie is a little shocked when you tell her that you have feelings for her, because she can’t believe that you reciprocate the feelings she has for you.
you close your eyes at first, afraid of how she’ll react.
but when she asks if she can hug you again, you can’t resist going back into her arms.
“I love you too, y/n. I love you so much.”
she pulls away & presses a feather light kiss to your forehead.
she asks if she can kiss you properly.
annie’s lips are soft & warm, her kiss is filled with the love & adoration she has for you.
annie pulls you onto her lap & keeps her arms wrapped around you for the rest of the day, whispering comforting words to you here & there as the two of you share sweet kisses & tight hugs.
a/n: I hope this was okay & not too rough, thank you for letting me write in headcanon form, i cannot string proper full sentences together these days.
rita farr is a pretty passionate person, so it shouldn’t really be much of a surprise that she’s a passionate girlfriend.
rita adores you & you adore her.
she gives the most gentle kisses, filled with warmth & love.
small pecks if either of you are busy, but when you’ve got some alone time together, her kisses will be long & sweet.
always complementing her on her stylish outfits.
taking long walks together; you always have your arm liked with hers & depending on who’s taller either you or she will rest their head on the other’s shoulder.
candlelit dinners.
watching rita’s movies with her & being kinda fascinated by them.
rita is actually quite the hugger & enjoys being held.
she also likes to hold your hand.
if she’s anxious about something, she will reach for your hand & squeeze it tightly.
rita gives amazing hugs & will not hesitate to pull you into her arms whenever you need her to.
she will sit herself gracefully down onto your lap & stay there whilst you both talk about your days.
if you need comforting, she is more than happy to let you sit on her lap & will always try to get to the bottom of your worries whilst she strokes your hair with her long fingers.
rita is terrified of losing control of herself in front of you, but you don’t care at all and are more than happy to stop her from getting stuck in a drain or furnace.
she was upset the first time she lost control in front of you, but you quickly comforted her.
she didn’t want to be held at first then, but you eventually coaxed her into your arms & promised her that everything was going to be okay.
always telling her that she’s beautiful no matter what.
both of you accepting each other’s flaws, you love each other for you who both are.
dancing with rita.
always being her biggest cheerleader whenever she decides to go for auditions.
she loves going through lines with you.
knitting with rita - she loves sharing her hobbies with you & if you don’t know how to knit, she’ll be more than happy to teach you.
you probably knit a lot of stuff for the doom patrol.
wanting to make a good impression when she introduces you to the rest of the doom patrol.
being afraid to meet larry the most because you know how much he means to rita.
overall just being incredibly supportive of each other & loving each other no matter what the universe throws at you.
a/n: i am genuinely sorry about this, i just love rita so much.
