#developing friendships

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A Mortal In The Hellaverse: Chapter 2: Are You A Couple?

𖤐Summary: You, a mortal unexpectedly thrust into Hell, becomes an unlikely anchor of light and warmth among its most notorious denizens.

𖤐Tags: Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss Crossover, Human Reader, Human Female Reader, Vivziepop, Fizzarolli, Ozzie, Lust Ring, Seven Rings of Hell, Developing Friendships and Relationships, Female Reader, Hazbin Hotel Gang, Verosika Mayday, Vortex, Alastor, Stolas Goetia, Lucifer Morningstar, Octavia Goetia, and many more

𖤐Chapters: 1

𖤐Credit: Divider by @sisterlucifergraphics

💜Continuing from Chapter 1-In Ozzie's Club💜

Fizzarolli waggled his brows and strutted a small circle around you, his mechanical joints clicking dramatically. “Y’know, sugar,” he said with an exaggerated bow, “if you’re gonna hand out compliments like candy, you really oughta spread the wealth. I’m adorable too, you know.” He flopped onto the arm of the couch beside you, striking a ridiculous pose with one knee bent and his head resting in his hands. “Go on, say it. Fizzarolli—the cutest jester this side of the Pit.” You laughed, the sound bubbling up before you could stop it. The tension that had been clinging to you since you arrived in Hell loosened another notch. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible and charming,” Fizz quipped, leaning so close his pinkish-red eyes filled your vision. Without thinking, you reached out and lightly poked the tip of his nose. “Fine,” you teased, smiling. “You’re very cute.” The reaction was immediate: a flicker of red bloomed beneath his clown makeup. Fizz blinked, his mouth falling open just slightly. “W-whoa, wait—did the human just call me cute?” His voice cracked on the word, and he quickly cleared his throat. Ozzie’s laugh rolled through the room like a warm wave. “Fizz, darling, you’re actually blushing.” The bull and ram in his mane seemed to giggle silently, their glowing faces brightening with amusement.

Fizz sputtered, trying to recover his usual swagger. “I—I’m not blushing! That’s just—uh—stage lighting! Yeah, the neon’s playin’ tricks on ya!” But his bashful grin betrayed him, and you couldn’t help but laugh again—this time with a genuine, unguarded joy that made both demons’ eyes soften. Ozzie leaned an elbow on the back of the couch, his massive frame folding in close enough that his neon mane brushed Fizzarolli’s shoulder. His glowing bull and ram faces peeked out, grinning as though they were in on a private joke. “Oh, look at him,” Ozzie purred, his voice like warm velvet. “Stage lighting, huh? You’re glowing, Fizz. Practically matches my hair.”

Fizzarolli groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Ozz, c’mon—don’t do this in front of the human—” “Oh, why not?” Ozzie teased, tilting his head so that the cyan streaks of his mane framed his sly grin. “You’re adorable when you get shy. Makes you even cuter.” Fizz peeked between his fingers, ears now flushed to the tips. “You’re gonna ruin my reputation, y’know that?” You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound warm and bright. Watching them, something in the way their movements synced—the casual ease of their banter—made your heart squeeze. They weren’t just coworkers or friends. There was too much softness in the way Ozzie looked at him, too much trust in the way Fizz leaned back against Ozzie’s arm without even noticing.

“Hey,” you said quietly, curiosity lacing your tone. “Are… you two a couple?” The reaction was instant. Fizz’s head shot up so fast his bells jingled. “Wha—no! Pfft, no, that’s—” He waved his hands, trying to sound convincing, but failing. “We’re just… partners. In showbiz! Totally professional.” Ozzie smirked, unconvincing in his denial. “Just friends,” he echoed, though the corners of his neon eyes crinkled with amusement. You arched a brow, unconvinced. “Uh-huh.” Then, with a gentle smile, you added, “Well… you look really good together.”

For a beat, neither demon spoke. Fizzarolli’s blush deepened until it rivaled the neon lights outside, and even Ozzie’s bluish face had a neon blush for a split second . The bull and ram in Ozzie’s mane glowed a little brighter, like they were smirking too. Ozzie finally broke the silence with a warm laugh. “Sweetheart, you’re trouble, you know that?” he teased, but there was a hint of tenderness under his playful tone. Fizz groaned again, hiding his face in Ozzie’s arm. “She’s onto us…” he muttered, though the small, shy smile tugging at his lips betrayed how pleased he really was. The room felt brighter somehow—less alien, less dangerous.

Fizzarolli peeked out from behind Ozzie’s arm, still pink under his makeup. The jester’s usual electric grin softened into something almost fragile. “Okay… yeah,” he admitted quietly. “You caught us. We… keep it quiet. Paparazzi demons can be vicious, and gossip spreads faster here than a wildfire in Greed.” Ozzie’s neon gaze dimmed slightly, a flicker of seriousness overtaking his teasing. “It’s complicated, sweetheart,” he said, his voice still gentle but edged with a weight you hadn’t heard before. “A Sin dating an imp? That’s… not exactly considered proper in the circles I move in. To most of Hell, Fizz is supposed to be a showpiece—my star performer, my friend at most. Anything more…” He trailed off, the bull and ram in his mane lowering their glowing eyes as if sharing his quiet worry.

Fizz’s mechanical fingers tapped against his knee nervously. “We’ve had close calls. Paps with cameras hiding in alleys, big mouths tryin’ to stir up trouble. It’s safer if people don’t know. I mean, if they think I’m just the boss’s clown, nobody comes after me.” You sat forward on the couch, the weight of their confession sinking in. You didn’t understand all the politics of this place—the Sins, the rings, the hierarchy—but you understood the look they gave each other, the way their eyes softened when they met. That was universal. “I don’t… know much about the hierarchy here,” you said, your voice steady even as your heart ached for them. “But it shouldn’t matter. If you two are happy together, then that’s all that matters. Screw what the others think or say.”

Fizz blinked, taken aback, and a small, genuine smile spread slowly across his face. “You’re kinda fearless, sugar.” Ozzie’s expression melted into something warm and deep, a softness rarely seen in the King of Lust. “That’s… very kind of you to say,” he murmured. His massive hand—careful and delicate despite its size—rested briefly on your shoulder. “Not many would stand up to Hell’s whispers like that.” Fizz gave a small laugh, the tension easing as he leaned back against Ozzie’s arm with an almost unconscious trust. “Guess mortals aren’t all bad.” You smiled back at them, the neon glow painting the room in bright pinks and blues. For a moment, the dangerous city outside didn’t matter. There was just warmth, laughter, and a little hope flickering like neon light.

💜💜Continued In Part 3💜💜

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[brambiebam]

Dustin x reader but it’s a lady and the tramp dynamic

Big city arcade

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𝘿𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙉𝙔𝘾!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: After moving to Hawkins after living in New York your whole life, you had a bit of trouble adjusting. Until you meet Dustin and his love of video games

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩: Fluff, first meeting, developing feelings, really bad video game and computer lingo because I don’t know anything about it

𝘼/𝙉: Girl took a break and forgot her tumblr existed 💔 Mb but I shall be active once more never fear ! Also I’ve never seen Lady and the Tramp so I’m praying I understood the dynamic, and if I didn’t I’ll redo it

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Hawkins, Indiana is a stark difference from the world you knew before. Born to lawyers in New York, you were always surrounded by parties, kids who knew way too much for their age, and so much etiquette that you knew the right way to place your hands while talking to someone.

You loved your life, to you, it was perfect.

That was until your parents decided to move to Hawkins for work. You protested of course, begging to stay in New York and that you’ll do whatever it takes to stay in New York.

However much to your despair, you moved to Hawkins, abandoning your private school for Hawkins High. Needless to say, you weren’t happy with anyone.

It was your first day, and you were being driven to school, wearing some of your best clothes, checking your eyeliner in your compact mirror as you arrived at your new school.

You sigh, hesitantly getting out of your car and walking inside. You feel a bit uneasy, seeing a variety of styles of clothing walk by you, people staring at you and whispering. You tried to be nice, waving hello and smiling to the people who passed by you, but you were always glanced at.

You eventually did meet a group of friends, but you didn’t inherently enjoy them. Always wanting to go out with you to expensive places and expecting you to pay, and while you did enjoy the smallest part of the life you knew, going back to fancy dinners and high end shops, but you knew they were using you for your money. But you didn't have any other friends to talk to, and your parents were always too busy to ask advice, so you sucked it up and continued hanging out with them.

You accepted the routine, living with it until your parents decided to sign you up for after school clubs, wanting you to be “well rounded for college”

You had joined a “video game and technology” club to bolster your knowledge about the new scene of video games so you had a new perspective on art.

You walked in, five minutes early as always, yet to your surprise, the class was almost full, which shocked you a bit, you never were in a club that was entirely full.

You walk around, trying to find an empty seat before finding one next to a boy wearing a cap and curly brown hair.

“Is this seat taken?” You ask, holding onto the back of the seat gently just as you were taught.

“What? Oh no its open take it” The boy smiles, turning his attention back to his book.

You smile and take the chair, sitting upright next to him as you wait for the teacher to begin.

The instructions begin, you keeping the same interested face you were taught to keep as you don't pay attention to whatever the teacher is saying.

“All right and pair up” you hear the teacher say, snapping you out of your thoughts. You look around, trying to see if you can spot anyone to pair up with. You don't and sigh, grabbing your bag and getting ready to leave. You were just going to join a different art club, no matter what your parents said.

“Do you need a partner?” You hear a boy ask. You turn around and see the same boy you sat next to looking at you.

“Oh, uh, I'm okay thank you for asking, however I was just about to leave” You say, offering him a small smile as you turn to leave,

“Oh come on, I'm president of this club, I promise you'll like it, just stay for the day, all right? I'm Dustin by the way” He smiles, extending his hand out for you to shake.

“Charmed” you say, shaking his hand, reluctantly going back with him to the desks you were at before.

He brings out a computer, plugging it in and waiting for it to finish booting up.

“I didn't know this school carried computers” You whisper, watching him plug in the needed cables.

“Yeah, our club put on a fundraiser to buy some computers, we managed to get enough for the club, plus now we also get to have a computer lab now which is cool” Dustin explains, looking proud at the computer as you feel yourself smiling.

“I’m guessing you're not from here huh? We made the news a year ago when this happened, all of Hawkins knows about it”

You sigh and offer him another smile, “No, I'm originally from New York, my parents brought me here since they got a job offer and felt like downsizing a bit” You explain, watching the loading screen,

“New York? That makes sense, I was wondering why you had on expensive clothes for school. But that's cool, you like it here?” Dustin asks, cheering a bit when he sees the computer fully booted up, making you smile again

”I haven’t really explored the town, I’ve mostly been going to the next town over with people from here” You explain, watching Dustin as he tries to find the program he wants,

“What? No way dude, you need to check out Hawkins, have you been to the arcade? You’d love the arcade, I have the highest score on Dig Dug, if you don't look at Max’s score” Dustin sighs, but still concentrating on his computer.

“I don't really have a big interest in video games, but I appreciate your suggestion” You smile, trying to be polite,

“Well that's just because you haven't tried any good ones” Dustin beams, moving aside as you stare at the computer screen, seeing a game called “fight simulator” on screen,

”It’s a two player game, you want to try?” Dustin asks,

You smile and nod, being courteous, "I'll try” you say, placing your hands on the keyboard.

Did you understand the game at all? Not really, but you had fun. You spent the next hour laughing with Dustin, abandoning the manners you were supposed to always show as you continued laughing with him.

As the club’s time finally runs out, Dustin is left putting back the computers as you watch, waiting for your driver to appear. He was almost never late, and you knew your parents were going to throw a fit over it.

“So, how did you like video game clubs?” Dustin asks as he puts away the last computer,

“It was very fun, thank you for making me stay” you giggle,

“Of course, I can tell you had fun, you stopped with your manners the longer you played” Dustin teases, sitting next to you.

You feel your face heat up, now knowing what happened as you played, "I'm so sorry that wasn't supposed to happen” you say, putting your face into your hands.

“No it's fine dude, you were enjoying it, and that's cool. I'm going to the arcade in a few days, maybe you’d want to come with me?” Dustin asks, his ears just a tad pink,

“Yeah I’d love to, is twenty dollars enough?” You ask, fishing into your bag for a bill,

“Woah woah woah, that's way too much, just bring a handful of quarters, all right?” Dustin asks, laughing a bit,

“Oh, okay, I can bring quarters” You finally, hearing the honk of your car, ”Okay, my driver is here, I'll see you in a few days then?” You ask,

“Driver? What the-okay yeah I'll see you then” Dustin smiles, waving as you walk away.

After a few days, it was finally time for the arcade, and you had a bag of quarters in your backpack. You get dropped off at the entrance by your driver, seeing the neon lighted interior and smells of food, syrups, and children fill your senses. You’ve never seen anything like it back in New York, but you were intrigued

“Hey you're here early” Dustin smiles, locking his bike as he runs up to you,

“I was only five minutes early” you smile

”Are you sure you want to wear that?” Dustin asks, staring at your clothes,

“Sorry?” You ask, a bit of annoyance in your voice,

“No, not like that! I just mean that there's a lot of stuff in there, and your clothes are like super expensive, I just don't want you to stain them that's all” Dustin says quickly, his face now red,

“Oh, I didn't think about that” you say, staring down at your Christian Lacroix pants and Krizia shirt, now realizing just how painfully overdressed you were

“It’s fine, here” Dustin says, taking off his sweater and handing it to you, “It’ll keep your stuff safe” he smiles

”Oh, thank you” you say, putting it on. You could feel the difference in material, something that your parents would never want you to put on, but it was soft, gentle, you loved it.

“No problem, now lets go” Dustin laughs, running inside, you close behind.

Dustin practically gives you a tour, walking you through all the games you could play and giving you a demonstration for each one. You smile watching Dustin run you through all the video games, you weren’t as good as him, but he cheered you on every time you tried a new game, telling you how great your attempt was.

By the end, Dustin had run out of quarters, and you were fishing around your bag for a ten dollar bill to give him. As a thank you or for quarters you weren’t really sure.

“Woah I dont want your money” Dustin says, laughing a bit

”What? It’s a gift” you say, trying to hand him the bill,

“Look I appreciate it, but I brought you here because the arcade is great and I knew you’d like it, not for you to pay me” He chuckles.

You put the bill away, confused, but smiling at him,

“Okay, thank you by the way, for bringing me here, it was very thoughtful of you, can I at least buy you something from the concession stand? At least as a thank you for the sweater” you smile, pointing towards the food stand,

Dustin smiles, laughing a bit, “How about I buy you something from the stand? As a thank you for coming with me” blush creeping on his face.

“I thought you didn't have anymore money” you say,

“Quarters I'm out of, but I do have five bucks cash on me, enough for two milkshakes and some slices of pizza, what do you say?” He asks, smiling a bit

You stare at him, shock and happiness on your face. He was the first person in Hawkins to buy you something, and take you somewhere for you to enjoy, not for them to enjoy.

You smile at him, a bit of blush on your face as you nod, “I’d like that”

“Okay great! And uh, you might want to keep the sweater on, if you didn't get your clothes stained in the arcade you definitely will eating pizza and milkshakes” he laughs.

You laugh as well, walking close to him, you stare at him again, your heart fluttering just a bit as you watch him smile.

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Roommates - Trinity Santos & Dennis Whitaker (2.1k words)

Trinity Santos and Dennis Whitaker spend their first day together as roommates. Trinity is guarded and unsure at first, but Dennis breaks her walls down little by little.

(I was very unsure how to end this fic, so apologies if the ending seems a bit boring!)

Trinity found herself walking to her car after her first shift with Whitaker of all people. She had found him living in the hospital, and it just broke her heart to see someone so kind live like that. They hadn’t become best friends or anything over the course of one shift, but she could tell how much the guy cared for others and she couldn’t just leave him there. 

The two of them got into the car and Trinity started driving. It was quiet and awkward with just the hum of the engine and the radio playing a quiet song. Neither of them knew what to say, so they sat in silence for most of the drive. Neither of them were in the mood to talk anyway. The day had been too long and too exhausting. Both of them were just drained and needed to sleep.

The whole drive, Trinity thought about how crazy it was that she just offered Whitaker to move in with her. She had only known the guy one day, she didn’t really know him. He could be anybody. He killed a rat with his bare hands! She had no reason to doubt his character other than that, though. Trusting people just never came easy to her. She tried to silence her thoughts and remind herself that this was the guy that put everything he had into saving people all day, even after being treated like (and covered in) shit. He was probably harmless. 

They pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, and just as Trinity was about to turn off the car, she stopped and looked at Whitaker. She was terrified to let this man into her home, but she made a commitment to do him this favor and she wasn’t going to back out now.

“Before we go in, I just want to lay out a few ground rules.” Dennis nodded in response. He would do literally anything she said—anything—as long as it meant he didn’t have to spend another night in an empty hospital room.

“Alright, well, basic rules: don’t be too messy or loud or whatever. You can borrow whatever you want, just please ask first. And no going into my room unless I tell you to. That one’s really important, I appreciate my space. We good?”

Dennis immediately agreed, grateful that the rules were simple enough. Trinity got out of the car and Dennis followed closely behind as they walked up the stairs to the apartment. Trinity opened the door and turned on the light. In front of the door was a living room with a couch facing a TV, and behind it a small kitchen with a bar that looked into the living room. To the right was a little hall with two doors facing each other, the left being Trinity’s room and the right the bathroom. It was small and bare, but it was good enough. Just somewhere to sleep and eat.

“There isn’t a second bedroom or anything, so you’ll have to sleep on the couch.” 

Trinity felt bad about it, but Whitaker didn’t seem to mind. “No problem,” he replied. He was just happy to have somewhere to stay. What he was most excited for was the shower, and let’s be honest, he really needed one after having every liquid in existence spill on him. He set his stuff down and went into the bathroom, immediately getting into the shower, and Trinity walked into her room.

She began to take off her scrubs before hesitating, turning to lock the door to her room just in case. She felt bad being so distrustful and anxious around Whitaker. He hadn’t done anything wrong or made it seem like he was a creep, Santos had just had too many experiences of people taking advantage of her. She couldn’t risk it. She finally changed out of her scrubs into a comfy pair of pajamas and flopped onto her bed. God, it had been a long day. She didn’t expect it to be so tiring, and depressing. From reporting her superior for stealing, to the suicide patient, to the pedophile dad, to the dozens of shooting victims, the day had been far from good. All Santos hoped was that she had helped someone—truly helped them. She opened up about herself twice and said things she had never dared to say out loud before, it had to have been worth it. All of the bad in her life had to do some good, right? It didn’t matter, the day was done and now she could rest. 

Just as she closed her eyes, there was a knock at the door. She groaned as she walked up and opened the door. Dennis was on the other side in an old beat up shirt and pants with a ridiculous amount of holes and stains, and she couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I’m sorry, you look fucking ridiculous,” she said barely able to contain her laughs. Dennis looked down confused and offended. “What? What’s wrong with my clothes?”

”What’s not wrong with them? Come in, I’ll give you something better to wear. We can go shopping soon so you don’t have to borrow my clothes forever.”

Whitaker hesitated before stepping through the doorway, but Trinity insisted so he stepped in and gladly accepted the sweatpants and hoodie she offered him before asking for a pillow to go with his makeshift bed. Whitaker went back into the bathroom to change, and Trinity put a blanket and pillow on the couch for him before going back into her room to finally rest. 

The next morning, Trinity shot up to what sounded like shattering of glass. Panicked, she looked around and saw her empty room with the sun peaking through the curtains. She quickly remembered the previous night and let out a sigh of relief when she remembered that the sound was likely just her new roommate. 

Trinity walked out of her room into the kitchen to find Dennis cleaning up a broken glass. He turned around startled when he heard footsteps approaching, and he turned bright red with embarrassment when he made eye contact with Santos.

”I’m sorry! I was trying to be nice by making you breakfast, but I broke a cup! It was an accident, it won’t happen again,” he apologized frantically.

“Calm down, Huckleberry,” Trinity said, chuckling. “You’re all good. And I appreciate you making breakfast, you didn’t have to do that.”

Whitaker shook his head. “Yes I did, it’s the least I could do after you let me live with you—and you can ask me to leave at any time! Your apartment is amazing, but I could always go back to the hospital…” He rambled on trying to make it clear that he wasn’t trying to impose on Trinity’s personal space, and she could sense his sincerity. She still had her worries that he was secretly a perv or some creep, but he seemed genuine so she started to relax. 

Trinity sat at the bar of the kitchen and watched as Dennis finished making their breakfast. No one had made her food in forever, probably since high school when she still lived with her parents. It was nice to feel taken care of for a change.

Once the food was ready, Dennis set a plate in front of Trinity and another at the seat next to her for himself. It was sunny-side up eggs on toast with a sliced apple on the side. It felt sort of like what you would feed to a little kid, but it was still really sweet. Trinity couldn’t help but smile as she looked at the plate and back up to Whitaker, who looked so anxious, poor thing. 

“If this sucks, you’re moving back into the hospital,” she joked with a straight face. Dennis’ heart dropped and he chuckled nervously, unsure if she was fully joking or not. Trinity took a bite and was in love.

“This is so good, oh my god. You’re making breakfast every morning, that’s the price of living here.” 

His face instantly lit up. “That’s fine with me! I love to cook.”

As the two of them sat and ate breakfast, they made some small talk. How did you sleep, how was the shower, that kind of stuff. Santos didn’t typically like socializing right after waking up, but it was nice to have someone around. It could get lonely living by herself without any friends in the area. Once they finished eating and cleaning up, Trinity suggested that they go shopping for some clothes since Whitaker desperately needed them. Neither of them were working, so it would be a nice way to spend the day after the previous one had been so stressful. They both got ready and headed out to the nearest thrift store.

Whitaker sort of just wandered picking up things here and there not really knowing what to look for while Santos rifled through every item on the racks. 

“You look like a sad lost sheep,” said Trinity. “What type of clothes do you like? What do you normally wear?” 

The question sort of stumped him. “I don’t know, just shirts and jeans I guess.”

Trinity sighed. “Okay… You grew up on a farm, right? Do you like flannels? That seems farm-y.”

Dennis smiled. “My dad used to let me borrow this one flannel of his, it was my favorite shirt. I haven’t worn one since.”

“Sounds like the perfect thing then, let’s get you a flannel.”

They picked out two good flannels along with some basic tees and a sweater for Dennis and they headed to the dressing rooms for him to try on. Trinity made him do a fashion show for her, which embarrassed the hell out of him, but Santos was having the time of her life. They ended up buying all of the clothes they had found for Dennis and Trinity found some tops for herself. 

By the time they got back to the apartment, it was noon and both of them were hungry for lunch. They each just threw together whatever leftovers and random things were sitting in the fridge and called it a meal. They decided to watch some TV while they ate.

”You’ve seriously never seen New Girl before?” Asked Trinity, looking at Whitaker with genuine shock. “It’s so funny, you’ll love it. And if you don’t, don’t tell me because you’ll be kicked out.”

“You’re joking, right?” Dennis chuckled nervously, and Trinity nodded her head laughing back at him. “You can’t keep making jokes about kicking me out because one time you’ll be serious and I won’t even know.” Trinity just made an evil laugh and put on the first episode. 

Dennis wasn’t super into it at first, but after about 2 hours of watching he was hooked. They watched mostly in silence apart from their laughter, but it was a comfortable silence. Neither of them felt the need to fill it with awkward chatter or unnecessary commentary. Trinity couldn’t believe it, but she actually enjoyed hanging out with him. For the first time in forever, she really felt comfortable around someone—and it was a man. She never in a million years would have expected it, yet here this guy was living on her couch and she honestly enjoyed his company. She must have been staring because Dennis turned to look at her, and his eyebrows furrowed as he studied her face. 

“Are you ok? We can stop watching if you want, we have been watching for a while.”

“No, I’m fine,” she replied. “It’s just…” Trinity didn’t really know what to say. She didn’t want to get emotional, that was too much for someone she just met yesterday. She pushed her thoughts down and just said “never mind,” but that didn’t satisfy Whitaker. He reached for the remote and paused the show.

“What’s going on?” He asked sincerely. There was a certain look in his eyes that just made it impossible for Trinity to dismiss him.

“I’m just… really glad we’re friends,” she said, darting her eyes around the room. God, she hated talking like this. But Dennis’ face immediately lit up and a grin crept onto his face.

“Yeah, me too.”

Santos looked back at him with that huge grin and she couldn’t help but smile too. She felt so comfortable in that moment. Even after the terrible shift she had the day before, she felt so calm.

She snatched the remote back saying, “God, you’re such a Huckleberry,” and the two of them chuckled. They sat back and watched the show, just appreciating each other's company.

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Oz (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zahir Arif/Kareem Said, Jafree Neema & Zahir Arif Characters: Zahir Arif, Jahfree Neema, Kareem Said, Nacim Bismilla, Burr Redding, Reggie Rawls Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Developing Friendships, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Relationship(s), Ass-Kicking, Abandonment Issues, Betrayal, Survivor Guilt Summary:

If there was one thing Zahir understood better than anyone else, it was this: Jahfree Neema was not Kareem Saïd.

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            "My, my, defying your dear leader? I must say, I'm almost impressed!"             "I'm not defying shit," Velvette snapped back. "I'm fixing another one of Vox's stupid fucking problems, and if he wants to get pissy about it, that's his problem. And he's not 'my leader,' much as he likes to think so."             "Could have fooled me, dear" Alastor shrugged. "Funny how you seem to answer to his beck and call. Doesn't sound like a very equal partnership, does it?"             Velevette jumped to her feet with a growl. She snatched a comb, a spray bottle, and some salon shears and dampened his mop before tugging the teeth of the comb through it harshly. Eugh, his hair was disgusting. Fur? It was hard to tell, but either way, she wasn't about to try dunking him under a faucet, much as she'd have loved to.             "You're gonna have to try harder than that if you think you're going to get under my skin."

Another entry for Helluva Fic Fight!

This was a lot of fun to write. I had sooo many other scenes planned, but I promised myself I'd keep this one short.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed, and feedback appreciated as always <3

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Monster High (Cartoon 2010), Monster High (Toys) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clair/Jackson Jekyll (Monster High), Chad & Clair (Monster High), Holt Hyde/Frankie Stein (Monster High), Abbey Bominable/Heath Burns, Heath Burns & Jackson Jekyll (Monster High), Heath Burns & Holt Hyde (Monster High), Heath Burns & Holt Hyde & Jackson Jekyll (Monster High) Characters: Jackson Jekyll (Monster High), Holt Hyde (Monster High), Clair (Monster High), Chad (Monster High), Frankie Stein (Monster High), Lilith van Hellscream, Headless Headmistress Bloodgood (Monster High), Heath Burns (Monster High), Deuce Gorgon, Manny Taur, The Sheriff (don't know his name lol) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Oneshot, Long, long oneshot, Fantasy, Jackson Jekyll Needs a Hug, Jackson Jekyll centric, POV Alternating, (just once), Aftermath, Friendship, Developing Friendships, Platonic Relationships, Romance, Subtle Romance, Backstory, Trauma, Missing Scene, Gap Filler, Lore Exploration, Worldbuilding, Monster High Lore, TV Special: Ghouls Rule (Monster High), Monster High Generation 1 Summary:

Taking place right after the main Halloween party, the monsters and normies get to fang out and talk to each other more casually. Along the way, Jackson learns about just how connected he and Holt truly are to the tension between monsters and normies.

[starrshine15]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78616306

Hey chat. I’ve been sick as a dog again. So guess what that means for a certain blorbo that is the main target of self projection! 😀

Wrote it this time. Seen plenty fics of Vanessa caring for sick Gregory. Never the other way around though. So here ya go!

Freddy’s there too don’t worry.