#c!hotel duo

[threadandswords]

On C!Sam and C!Tommy and love

i. @pidgedee // ii. @stardust0744 // iii. @snailsnfriends // iv. @rozugold // v. Dream Escapes Prison, transcript by @sydneydoesstuff // vi. Epic III, Hadestown // vii. quilbee on twt // viii. @farfran

[cellberry]

If you close your eyes...

...does it almost feel like you've been here before?

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

this is so unbelievably poorly edited but I couldn’t get it out of my head

[tonydaddingham]

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Transcript of main article under the cut:

THE RASCALLY DEMON Crowley (David Tennant) and the neurotic angel Aziraphale (Michael Sheen) put aside their differences to pull off one doozy of a Hail Mary and prevent an impending Apocalypse in Good Omens' first season. The task cemented the pair's unconventional friendship. So what are divine beings who have fallen out of grace with both Heaven and Hell to do for an encore?

The answer lies with archangel Gabriel (Jon Hamm), who shows up unannounced on the doorstep of Aziraphale's London bookshop. Suddenly, Aziraphale and Crowley are caught up in a caper of biblical proportions- but also a more intimate tale.

"It's a mystery" showrunner Neil Gaiman tells SFX. "It kicks off a story that doesn't have giant consequences for the universe, even if it does have consequences for Aziraphale and Crowley. We have a lot of the marvellous Jon Hamm, who is the angel Gabriel and turns up at the beginning stark naked, carrying a cardboard box with no memory of who he is. In the same way, it is about Aziraphale and Crowley having to get involved with humanity in a way that they haven't before.

"They get dragged in slightly against their will to try to sort out the love life of Aziraphale's tenant," he continues. "Her name is Maggie (Maggie Service) and she runs the

record shop next to the bookshop. You'll see the coffee shop over the road, which is Nina's (Nina Sosanya). The relationship between Maggie and Nina is one that Crowley and Aziraphale try to fix, and mess up, because they are not good at human relationships, even if they can do miracles."

Truth be told, Gaiman never originally intended this arc to serve as Good Omens' second instalment. The TV series was based on Gaiman and Terry Pratchett's 1990 novel. The two collaborators had partially hashed out the details for a sequel to the fantasy comedy, late one night in a hotel room. This, however, is not it. Gaiman instead plotted a new narrative that could provide the connective tissue between the first season and a theoretical season three, if it happens.

"Because the hypothetical season three exists, there is a story that is there, and I didn't feel that we could drive straight from season one into that," Gaiman explains. "I knew what the stakes were. I knew what the parameters were. I also know that I had David and Michael. I had the angels from plot number one. I had demons from plot number one. And with anybody that I wanted to bring back, but didn't have room for right now, I did not have to bring them back as themselves.

"I had absolutely nothing for Madame Tracy to do in this plot, but I would be damned if Miranda Richardson wasn't going to be in this. She is one of my favourite people in the world. She is hilarious and is so good. And I knew I was going to have a new demon replacing Crowley as Hell's representative in London/the UK. Miranda's demon Shax is the best demon you could want."

It's late February 2012 and SFX is in Edinburgh for a set visit. A soundstage in Pyramids Studies has been transformed into a street in Soho. The visible local stores include the aforementioned book, coffee and record shops, as well as a magic establishment. In the middle of them all stand Aziraphale and Crowley, the latter in close proximity to his classic Bentley. It's close to the end of the six-episode season, so exactly what the duo is discussing constitutes a spoiler. We can say, however, that Aziraphale has picked up the pace. Time is of the essence as Shax marshals her forces to descend on Aziraphale's store and retrieve Gabriel.

"This is really Shax's first time out on Earth," Gaiman explains. "She is working very diligently and very hard in Hell for a long time. Now she is on Earth, trying to figure it all out. She's just discovering what Crowley has known for 6,000 years, which is that if you're a demon and come up with a brilliant plan to screw up the lives of humanity, people will get there first and do worse than anything you could have imagined! She's coming to terms with that.

"She is having to deal with the first crisis on her watch, as well, which is the disappearance of the archangel Gabriel from Heaven. It would be fair to say that by the end of the story, she is leading as much as she can get from Hell's requisition department - a legion of Hell - in an attack on a Soho bookshop."

When audiences catch up with Aziraphale again, he's enjoying his time among humans. He owns most of the block in a Soho neighbourhood, and he's meddling in Nina's love life. Meanwhile, Crowley has been living in his car, with his plants sitting on the back seat. He's grumpy about his current status quo, but frequently hangs out at Aziraphale's. The duo began as antagonists, but their history and blooming relationship will be fleshed out in flashbacks.

"One of the enormously fun things I came up with in the idea of minisodes," Gaiman explains. They are 25-minute-long episodes within the episode. We have three of them over our six episodes. Each of them is like one of those chunks of episode three (in season one). Whereas the longest one of those was four or five minutes, if that, these are full stories.

"You get to have the story of (put-upon Biblical figure) Job and you learn Aziraphale and Crowley's part in the story. Then writer Cat Clarke takes us to Edinburgh in the 1820s for a tale of body-snatching and attempted murder that the boys get involved in," he adds.

"Finally, Jeremy Dyson and Andy Nyman reunite the League of Gentlemen in a Nazi-period story that takes place very shortly after the episode in the church. That one was the only one I said had to be there, because I fell in love with our Nazi spies in the church I kept thinking, "What would happen if they essentially came back as zombies with a mission from Hell to try and investigate whether or not Crowley and Aziraphale were actually fraternising?"

Gaiman admits that one of the greatest challenges has been filming Good Omens simultaneously with his upcoming show Anansi Bays. The two shoot within throwing distance of each other, but are both time-consuming endeavours.

"If I could go back in time, I would go back to 16 September 2020, when Douglas Mackinnon (co-producer) and I got the phone call from the Amazon bigwigs to say, "We have

good news for you and interesting news for you," Gaiman recalls. "'The good news is we are greenlighting both Good Omens and Anansi Boys. The interesting news is you are going to have to do them both at the same time.'

"I would go back to then and I would throw myself on the call and say, 'Neil, don't! This is unwise.' That we are doing them both together is great. The amount of sleep I am not getting is monumental and monstrous.

"It's a little bit like childbirth, in that I managed to forget all the things that drove me nuts about the first one. Having said that, I managed to fix all the things that really drove me nuts making season one which is great. We just have a whole new set of problems making season two."

[hannieehaee]

THE BOY IS MINE (kofi/patreon exclusive)

18+ / mdi

summary: what happens when two pretty tennis players you'd been keeping your eye on both beg for a bit of your attention?

content: softdom!reader, sub!chan, subish(?)!vernon, reimagined version of the hotel room scene, not rlly following the movie plot, afab reader, pwp, smut, making out, a tiny bit of mxm (only kissing), three-way kiss, dry humping, boob worship, oral (m receiving), handjob, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 3674 (full fic)

a/n: since i havent written any extra content for my kofi nor patreon even though thats one of the benefits i decided to wip up this short challengers inspired fic!! i hope those of u who read it enjoy c:

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"Are you on facebook?", Vernon stopped you before you could take your leave.

"What?"

"He's asking for your number. And so am I," interrupted Chan.

"You both want my number?," you tilted your head in amusement.

"Seems so," said Vernon, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"I'm not a homewrecker," you rebutted.

Chan chuckled, "We don't live together."

"It's an open relationship," added Vernon, "You're at the hotel in Flushing, right? We're in room 102. Come hang out with us later."

"What, want me to tuck you in?", you challenged.

Vernon smirked at this, but did not fall for your bait, "We can just keep talking – about tennis, of course."

You nodded with a chuckle, continuing to walk away from them and back to your family, ignoring any rebuttals coming from them as you left, knowing that you'd likely find yourself at their hotel room in a few hours.

That was the last exchange you had with the two boys during in the aftermath of an after party that was meant to celebrate your latest win. It was also repurposed to commemorate the future opening of your upcoming foundation.

When you had first arrived at the party, you had obviously expected a bit of attention from the attendees, – specially considering you were the guest and of honor – but you had not predicted that you'd end up bumping into two fellow players who you just happened to have taken an interest in a while back.

Their names were Vernon Chwe and Lee Chan, two pretty boys who had clearly reciprocated your interest immediately upon meeting you. You knew Vernon to be a beast when it came to tennis, something which made you develop a special type of respect for him. Chan was a little less confident in his abilities, but as a seasoned tennis player you knew that there was immense talent hidden in there.

Upon taking a break from dancing, both boys had approached you, falling into conversation with you very quickly. It didn't take a genius to realize the clear attraction they felt towards you, nor could you deny that their demeanor towards you drew you in. Before you were pulled away to sign some autographs, they had insisted you meet them by the beach once you were free from your duties, an offer which you decided to accept.

After about an hour of hanging out by the beach, you had figured out their dynamic a bit.

Vernon was the more confident of the two, clearly the leader of the duo. Chan was a little more awkward than Vernon, but he still carried an air of confidence to his person that you enjoyed. It was also easy to tell that both these men wanted the night to go in a less than friendly way – at least based off the way they stared at you all night.

You knew you'd likely have to end up making a choice when it came down to it, but did you really have to? They seemed close enough for you to enjoy them both at once, you just had to play your cards right.

~

Standing outside their door, you knocked, gluing your ear to the wood in order to take in the commotion going on inside.

The sound of scrambling and hushed rambles as they readied themselves for you was entertaining to say the least. They were clearly not actually expecting you to come see them, but you couldn't blame them – you liked to make your presence unpredictable.

Suddenly, their steps got closer to the door, causing you to unglue yourself from it as they opened it. Their breathless states matched one another as they greeted you with an awkward 'hi' and 'hey,' leading you in.

After drinking for a bit whilst lounging around on the floor of the hotel room, you began asking each other questions to get to know each other. You'd come to find that they'd known each other since they were tweens, attending the same private school together and even sharing a few intimate memories together – the retelling of Chan's first time jerking off while Vernon guided him was nothing less than adorable to you.

Your interest was peeked. Despite being in adamant denial about not being interested in each other in any way that went further than platonic, a twisted part of your brain could not help but want to test out how far they'd be willing to go with you whilst together.

"We're out of beer," you said after a slight lull in conversation, getting up as they both gazed at your legs shamelessly.

With enticing eyes, you went to take a seat on the bed, smirking as you spoke again, "C'mere."

"W-which one?", asked Chan with wide eyes as Vernon took the lead and went to sit next to you. Chan quickly followed after him, taking a seat on the other side of you.

...

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[yasssgiveusnothing]

Radiohusk Analysis: Alastor Cares or Nothing Makes Sense (Part 1)

In the pilot, Alastor needs to bribe Husk to work as the bartender for his new fun project, Hazbin Hotel (HH)! However, as we're told in season 1 episode 5, Alastor has Husk's soul, and therefore, can make Husk do whatever. So why the fuck does Alastor need to bribe him? What reason would he feel compelled to do that if he already has the power to make Husk to anything he wants? Let's discuss some possible options.

A) Alastor feels as if he needs the extra incentive to get Husk to do his job.

This argument has no substance to me because we see in season 1 episode 5 that Alastor has no quelms with putting Husk (or anyone) in their place. If Alastor needed Husk to be obedient and to attend the bar for the hotel, Alastor could have just threatened Husk and reminded him that he has no choice, considering he has his soul.

B) Vivziepop forgot that in the canon pilot that she wrote Husk as needing to be bribed in order to work the bar.

This is very possible, considering Vivziepop did not write or create the dynamic and most of the interactions that makes Husk and Alastor's relationship. That being said, it is possible that she wouldn't remember the details of their dynamic/interaction from the pilot, but also not understand the characters and their relationship.

C) Alastor cares.

Alastor wants Husk to be satisfied under his care. It is the only narrative that makes sense, whether it was Viv's intention or not. Alastor gives Husk a choice to work at the hotel. It is why Alastor decides to bribe him instead of using his power and authority to do make Husk work the bar.

Alastor also listens to Husk's concerns about Mimzy and considers him. Alastor also trusts Husk enough to let him know his secret involving being on Lilith's leash.

THERE IS RESPECT AND TRUST THERE! He even lets Husk put a finger on him (making their argument physical!)

I mean, Alastor could have easily ripped Husk a new asshole for putting hands on him and verbally attacking Alastor by weaponizing the fact that he also has a leash around his neck, but he didn't.

Let's not forget that Alastor has 'killed' for less! He attacks Sir Pentious for tearing a piece of his coat!

You might be thinking something along the lines of If Alastor cares, why did he threaten Husk?

Nothing is black and white, the least of all relationships, especially relationships in Hell. Alastor isn't exactly a good guy. You can still care about someone and hurt/lash out at them. Also, Husk said something that was aimed to hurt Alastor. It's like if someone you trusted one day said, "That's why your dad left" in the middle of an argument. I'd be pissed too! I wouldn't fucking put a finger on them or threaten them (because I'm not made up of the same stuff a sinner in disney hell is), but it's understandable Alastor would BECAUSE IT'S HELL. Also, the fact that Alastor didn't even hurt Husk during this scene is proof enough that Alastor cares deeply and evidence that the pushing of Angel-Val parallels on this duo is absolute bullshit and makes no sense.

Whether Vivzie forgot or not, what is important is that her perspective of the story is not the only one that matters. A writer can have a specific vision in mind for their story and the characters in it; however, the viewer has the liberty to interpret the text however they want based on their imagination, experience, and relationships. Viewer interpretation helps to broaden perspectives and open up potential interpretations that differ from the writer's original perspective.

[1-imaginary-girl]

Annoying 2

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: Five and Y/N are now partners. They’ve been assigned their first official mission as a team. But when the plan derails, the two find themselves facing a choice that might change the course of their new partnership. Reader is gender-neutral.

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 5113

Part 1

A/N: This was originally going to be an independent one-shot, but there were so many requests for more “Annoying” content I decided to switch things up. If anyone has any suggestions or requests for what to do to continue this series, I would greatly appreciate it.

Reader’s POV

“Have you completely memorized your character sheet?” Five shouts from another room. You’re currently putting the finishing touches on your disguise in the washroom of your shared hotel room. And thankfully, the Handler assigned the two of you separate beds. Your face heats up thinking of a different situation.

“Yes, Five, believe it or not, this isn’t my first time undercover,” you shout back. You smile, knowing he's probably rolling his eyes at you.

This is yours and Five's first official mission together as partners. Just the sentence makes you want to squeal. But you have to keep yourself professional tonight. You want to show Five just how good an agent, and a partner, you could be.

There was a bit of prep and training before tonight as neither you nor Five has had a partner before and the Handler doesn’t respond well to mistakes. It was simple tests to ensure that the two of you were suitable to be partners, such as practicing combat as a duo, reviewing boring company documents, and there was even a training video called “How to be the Ideal Partner” which Five immediately tried to walk out of before the Handler reminded him it was required.

All of this extra work worried you that Five would change his mind about being your partner, especially since you weren’t even sure what finally convinced him to do it in the first place. But to your surprise and delight, Five stuck through it with bearable complaining.

You touch up your face and adjust a few stray hairs before feeling satisfied. You stand back and take a look at yourself. The look is a bit bold but you remind yourself that you are no longer Y/N L/N but rather Sam Palinski. A bit of an average name, but the point was not to stick out.

You’re not sure if the Handler did this on purpose, but the outfit chosen for “Sam” cuts quite the figure. It hugs your body a bit tighter than what you would normally wear, but you remind yourself to be confident. In fact, you look pretty hot. The outfit isn’t perfect for hand-to-hand combat, but the objective was to avoid as much conflict as possible. Thankfully, you are wearing shoes that double in comfort as well as looks.

The details of your character sheet rattle off in your mind. You shouldn’t need to know too much, just enough to hold a conversation, but you were prepared nonetheless.

“I would prefer to get there on time,” Five shouts. This time it’s you who’s rolling your eyes.

“Calm down, I’m coming,” you say. After one final look at yourself and a whisper of encouragement, you exit the washroom. “Besides, it’s always better to be fashionably late, don’t you think?”

You look up and are struck by the image of Five Hargreeves in a tuxedo. While he’s normally seen in a suit and tie, the look of him in a proper suit with his hair combed back sets your heart aflutter more than usual. He locks eyes with you and you think you see his eyes widen. You try to portray an act of confidence as he surveys your look.

“Well, what do you think?” you say while outstretching your arms. Your smile brings his eyes back up to your face.

“You look…adequate,” he says before clearing his throat and turning away. You don’t know what you expected, but something in you deflates. You think you hear him mutter, “Not very inconspicuous” but you brush it off.

“Just what every person wants to hear.” Suddenly you feel awkward with Five’s back to you so you inch closer to gauge a reaction out of him. “So, are you ready to make our debut, Mr. Palinski?”

Five scowls to himself while taking a step away. “I don’t see why the Handler had to make our identities married to one another.” You’re used to Five’s grumpiness. You never let it affect you because you know that’s just the way he is. But sometimes you think there might be another side to him. And a part of you keeps hoping that he’ll show you that side more. But you already got him to agree to be your partner. You got what you wanted from him, right?

“Because a married couple is more discreet than two eligible singles, especially when I look like this.” You give a twirl and wink at the boy. His face is flushed, probably from frustration. He’s cute when he’s frustrated.

“We should get going.” You roll your eyes at his abruptness.

“Fine. After you, husband.” You receive one more scowl for the road.

After a short drive where Five continued to shut down your attempts to sing along to the radio, you pull up to the target’s location. The target is hosting a soiree at their ginormous mansion which is how Five and you will be able to slip in amongst the attendants.

Even though you knew what the mansion looked like since the two of you surveyed the area prior to tonight, the size still blows you away. You wonder what it would take for you to live in a mansion like this.

Driving past the front gate, you arrive in front of the doors. There is a valet stationed to help you out of the car. You thank them and take in the scene before you. Five rounds the car after handing the keys over to the valet and stands beside you.

He starts to walk in when you see a security guard with no doubt a guest list. You quickly loop your arm through Five’s and hold tight when he tries to pull away.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hisses at you. You roll your eyes.

“We’re supposed to be married and that involves acting like it,” you hiss back. “Haven’t you ever done undercover work?”

He tosses a glare your way. “Yes but normally I’m on my own,” he whispers. And then under his breath says, “Which I’m starting to miss right about now.”

You ignore his negativity and simply pull him along with you. The two of you give your names to the security guard, and after presenting I.D., you are let in. One reason you love working in the field is the various places you get to travel. Rich targets are your favourite because they always have the most extravagant homes.

You look around in awe as you take in the place. Immediately there’s a golden chandelier above you in the entryway. Just a little further you can see into the ballroom and your excitement doubles. “Come on,” you say to Five without giving him a glance and dragging him over to the room.

“Slow down, you’re going to tear my arm off.” His complaint goes in one ear and out the other as you stumble into the room. People dressed in their most expensive clothing populate the room. There are tables and such off to the sides where some are conversing, but it’s the middle of the room that catches your eye. There, people are dancing the waltz, and you compare the sight to a dazzling teacup ride as they move round and round in circles, the girls twirling their dresses in various colours while the men take the lead.

“We should spread out, try to blend in with the crowd before making a move to recover the flash drive,” Five says while scanning the area. Your mission was to recover a stolen flash drive that the target swiped from the Commission. The target is an ex-employee and a bitter one at that. The flash drive contains confidential information about the Commission, specifically compromising details about their agents. That includes Five and yourself.

You know the mission is an important one, but you can’t help but feel drawn to the dance floor. You want to get swept away into your secret identity and for one night blend in with this society of high-class, beautiful-looking people.

“We should dance,” you blurt out.

“We absolutely should not.” He looks at you incredulously. But you don’t care.

“Come on Five—”

“Y/N, we’re supposed to be blending in not standing out.”

“But isn’t the best hiding spot in plain sight?” You look at him with your best attempt at a puppy dog face. Despite his lack of human emotion, he does look away from you.

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” It becomes clear to you that he won’t budge and you would either have to drag him kicking and screaming onto the dance floor or let it go. Or a third, more devious option.

“Fine. We should split up, talk to different people.”

“Don’t blow our cover by talking too much,” he warns you with a serious look on his face.

“Who, me?” You give him one last cheeky smile before heading towards the right side of the room.

You scour the crowd of well-dressed people looking for someone to execute your plan with. There are plenty of eligible bachelors, but your eyes land on one in particular. You can’t believe your luck, but there, standing on his own, is the host. He’s also the one who stole the flash drive. You straighten your back and quickly saunter over to him before anyone else can scoop him up.

“What’s a handsome man like yourself doing all alone?” you ask as you saddle up next to him. The man turns to you and smiles.

“Apparently, I was waiting for you.” Despite yourself, you blush. It isn’t often you get this kind of attention.

“Sam Palinski, pleasure to meet you,” you say.

“Michael Lynell, and I can assure you, the pleasure is all mine.” You feign shock at the name.

“You’re the host?”

“That’s correct.”

“Well, you certainly know how to throw an event,” you say, gazing out at the sea of people and the intricate, beautiful décor.

“Thank you, I do hope you’re enjoying your time so far.”

“Absolutely.”  

A pause. “Are you unaccompanied tonight?” he asks. Smooth move.

“Actually, I’m here with my husband,” you say. You try and fail to spot Five amongst the crowd. Michael only then seems to notice your (fake) wedding ring. His face shows mild disappointment.

“Ah, I see.” He seems a bit defeated before perking up and regaining his charming attitude. “Do you think your husband would mind if I asked his lovely spouse for a dance?” he asks. You’re surprised you didn’t have to ask him, but are excited nonetheless.

“Not at all.” Michael holds out his hand and you take it, following him onto the floor as a new song begins. Michael takes the lead and you’re perfectly content to follow.

“You’re quite the dancer, Mr. Lynell,” you say, feeling giddy to be dancing for the first time in a while.

“Only because I have such a good partner,” he says with a wink. You bite your lip to keep from smiling too much. The man is rather cute, and perhaps if he wasn’t your current enemy, you could see yourself actually pursuing him.

Just as you allow yourself to get swept up into the dance, your eyes flicker down from Michael’s gaze to the crowd. Suddenly, your eyes lock onto Five’s as he stares at you from across the room, and there’s a look there that you don’t recognize. You look away, trying to ignore him for the time being. There’s no use in entertaining that idea. You shake off any ill-conceived hopes and continue with your fantasy.

Before the song is over, however, Five appears next to you which gives you a start. His eyes are on Michael as he taps the man on the shoulder. Michael turns to him, just as startled.

“Mind if I cut in to dance with my spouse?” Five asks him with anger laced in his tone. It must be your silly imagination, but you could have sworn he emphasized the last two words.

Michael recovers from his surprise and returns to his charming host persona. “Of course,” he says. He then turns to you. “It was a pleasure, Palinski.”

You nod with a smile as he weaves through the crowd and disappears from your sight. You’re drawn back as Five repositions you to dance with him. You are bewildered by his actions. “What are you doing?” you ask as he prepares himself.

“Dancing,” he says, as if it was a stupid question. Then the two of you begin to dance as if nothing happened. You stare at him, trying to figure him out, but he’s determined to stare at the top of your head instead.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t dance,” you say with narrowed eyes. But his expressionless face doesn’t waver.

“I said we shouldn’t dance, but since you’ve chosen to ignore my advice, you leave me no choice but to keep up appearances or risk blowing our cover,” he says, all calculating and professional. “After all, married couples typically dance together, do they not?”

Again, you thought you heard an emphasis on the word “together”. So, you pull on that thread. “I was doing just fine dancing with our host.” Then you see it. Five flinches at your words. Your confusion only grows.

“And just what were you doing interacting with our enemy?” He finally meets your gaze as if looking for something.

“Blending in.”

“By making lasting impressions? We’re supposed to be keeping a low profile,” he snipes.

“Relax, I doubt it was a lasting impression.” Five looks as if he wants to argue but decides against it.

“It was a risk nonetheless.” You almost argue back but stop yourself. You don’t want to argue. You’re right where you want to be: dancing at a fancy event, and with Five himself no less. You decide to just let yourself enjoy it.

A few moments of silence pass over the two of you before you speak up again, this time with a teasing tone. “I didn’t expect Five Hargreeves to be such a good dancer.” He meets your eyes again and your breath catches. Thankfully he doesn’t seem to notice.

“My father trained us in ballroom dancing. Said it would help with our coordination, or something about dancing being an important skill,” he says, and as he talks there’s a far-off look in his eyes. “He was old-fashioned like that.”

You try not to get excited about all that you’ve learned about Five so far. He said us, which suggests he has siblings and the words “trained” and “coordination” seem to suggest more teachings than a regular father would give.

“He sounds like an interesting fellow,” you comment. Five snorts derivatively.

“That’s one way to describe him.” You don’t want to push him for more information since you’ve already gotten more in the last few seconds than you have the last few months. But you also don’t want the conversation to end or for him to regret telling you so you offer something up in return.

“I used to take dance lessons when I was a kid, my own idea,” you say, smiling fondly. “Of course, it turns out I was terrible at dancing, and I quit after a year.” Five laughs, and your chest swells with pride as you smile back.

“You don’t seem so terrible right now,” he offers, a rare compliment from the man.

“I suppose a few lessons must have stuck,” you say. “That, or I have an excellent partner.”

“Must be the latter,” Five says, causing both of you to laugh. When your eyes meet again, and the two of you are caught smiling, something seems to change in the air. You two continue to dance, but Five doesn’t look away this time, instead giving you an earnest look. You don’t look away either. You hold your breath, afraid that one false move might ruin this moment. But everything good must come to an end eventually.

The music stops, and it’s as if Five snapped out of a trance, for he quickly looks away and clears his throat. You can’t help but feel a bit disappointed. “I think now’s the time to begin the search,” he says, all traces of amusement gone.

You recover yourself and nod. “Yes, right.” Five then takes off towards the staircase and you’re close on his heels. You nervously glance around before making a bold move. You catch his hand and grab his arm with your other hand, snuggling into his side with a giddy smile plastered on your face.

Five appears taken aback by your actions. “W-what the hell are you doing?” he asks, his face reddening.

“Keeping up appearances, remember?” you say still with a smile. “It’s a bit less suspicious for a couple to sneak off somewhere together than two individuals.”

“Right,” he says, but still seems very uncomfortable, only managing a tight smile as a cover.

†††

Once you’re out of sight, you immediately let Five go. You feel a tad embarrassed by your actions, but you were only trying to keep yourselves from getting caught. Five leads the way to the office located in the building, remembering the blueprints you studied together.

The door is locked when you find it, but Five simply teleports inside and unlocks it for you. You had planned for this; when the two of you were scoping out the place, Five made sure to check out the office from the windows to know what the room looked like.

“Stand guard while I search,” he tells you before walking away. You scrunch your face.

“Why am I standing watch, exactly?”

Without looking up from his search, Five says, “Because you said I could take lead on our missions.” You try to remember your multiple pitches to Five when asking to be his partner. Damn, you did say that.

“I take it back,” you say while maintaining watch of the hallway.

“Too late.” You huff but accept your fate. Your gaze flickers across the hallway, keeping your eyes and ears open for any witnesses. You can faintly hear the music from the first floor and can’t help but wish you were back there, dancing again. Dancing with Five. You shake your head and try not to let your mind wander any further.

After a while of painful silence, Five breezes past you. “I’ve got it,” he says, holding the flash drive in his hand. You smile.

“Finally.” You snatch the flash drive from his hands.

“Hey!” he frowns trying to grab it but you duck out of reach. You giggle and begin to head towards the stairs when suddenly two large men in tuxedos enter the hallway. You turn your head to see two more making their way towards you and Five, and you have a feeling that there are more to come.

You quickly stuff the flash drive into one of your pockets.

“The party’s downstairs kids,” one of the men in front of you says. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Five tense up and see the calculating gaze enter his eyes.

“Silly us, must’ve had too much champagne!” you say, stalling for the inevitable as you prepare yourself. “Well, we’ll just return to the party—”

“I don’t think so,” the other says, revealing a gun.

“That’s alright. I hear the real party’s upstairs anyway.” With those words, you see Five blink from your side to standing behind the two men. You love seeing the shock on people’s faces the first time it happens.

You turn to deal with the other two. “Can’t we just talk this out?” you ask. One of them takes aim and you roll your eyes. “Guess not.”

The bullet fires but you’ve already moved out of the way. You might not have Five’s teleportation, but you’re quick on your feet. You pull out the gun that was strapped to your leg and shoot the weapon out of the man’s hand. He shouts just as his partner fires at you. But you’re running, and the bullet hits the wall.

You manage to get behind the man you haven’t shot and jump on his back. While he struggles to get you off, you shoot his partner in the neck. The man you’re on top of reveals a hidden knife and slashes at you, opening a gash on your right forearm. You hiss and drop off of him. But you shoot his chest three times before he can turn around.

Near the stairs, you see Five standing over the body of two men but more are coming. As you make your way over, you fire at them, careful not to hit Five while he’s blinking around. The two of you manage to take out eight more guards, but somehow they keep coming.  Then you see one man in particular make his way onto the scene.

“I have to say, Palinski,” Michael Lynell says as he catches your gaze. “I’m rather surprised.”

“What, you didn’t think I was just another pretty face, did you?” you ask, as Five tackles the guards around him. It seems you have Michael’s undivided attention. He smiles at you.

“Of course not. I just didn’t expect the Commission to risk such an obviously valuable asset,” he says, looking you up and down. It doesn’t give you the same butterflies as before but rather sends a chill up your spine.

“Allow me to show you how valuable I really am.” You shoot a few bullets at the man but he’s running before they can reach him. You quickly run out of bullets and toss your gun aside, changing to hand-to-hand combat. Your fist collides with his jaw which sends him stumbling back. You smile as he scowls. But soon he’s diving for you and you barely manage to move out of the way.

Your fight continues with a few blows landing on each other when suddenly he clamps his hand down on your bleeding arm, catching you off guard. You struggle but can feel him gaining the upper hand. In a moment of panic, you spot Five not too far away. While fighting against Michael, you manage to catch Five’s eye.

“Run!” you yell. Before he can process what you mean, the flash drive is out of your pocket and you’re tossing it into the air. Five’s eyes widen before quickly blinking over to catch it. As he catches it, Michael tightens his hold on your arm and you bite back a whimper. He pulls you to his chest and puts you in a chokehold. But he doesn’t cut off your breathing. You look to your right to see a gun pointed at your head.

“Drop your weapon!” Michael shouts at Five. Five looks over and you see his eyes widen. Michael’s the last enemy standing, you and Five managed to take on every other one. You try to struggle in his grasp but he only presses the gun further into your head. Five tosses his gun to the side. You assume he also ran out of bullets anyway.

“Now, hand over the flash drive, or I’ll shoot your pretty partner here,” he says in a menacing voice. He’s cocky and you can sense the victorious smile spreading across his lips. But he's not the only one victorious.

You laugh in his hold. “Nice try, but Five here doesn’t care if you shoot me,” you say. You try not to show your hurt and hide the pain in your chest but you know you’re right. This isn’t how you imagined you’d die, but at least you’ll make a hot corpse.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, pretty,” Michael whispers in your ear, his eyes locked on Five.

Instead of running like you told him to, Five hesitates. To your confusion, he seems to be looking between you and Michael with that calculating gaze. His jaw is set and you can see his frustration from the tightening of his fists.

“Five, what are you doing?” you ask. “Go!” He should have been long gone. He has the flash drive, your mission was a success. Besides, you were only a new partner. As much as you’ve tried, you haven’t managed to get on his good side. He wouldn’t throw away the mission for this.

But then, you watch as Five pulls the flash drive from his pocket. You begin to struggle again, despite the pain of the gun pressing into your skull. Five doesn’t look at you.

“If I hand this over,” Five says. “You let them go.” His voice is seething as he stares Michael down, like he wants to rip him apart. Your mind can barely process what’s happening. You wish he would look at you so that you could try to make some sense of what’s going on in his head, but he refuses to look your way.

“That’s the deal,” Michael says from behind you. In a quieter voice, Michael says to you, “I told you you were valuable.” The sentence sends you to panic more and you shake your head, a bruise beginning to form where the gun is pressing into you.

In a matter of seconds, you watch as Five tosses the flash drive into the air towards Michael. The man shoves you to the ground hard as he tries to catch it. The second he has the object in his grasp, he takes off running.

You groan from your place on the floor. Suddenly you see a flash of blue and Five is leaning over you. His eyes are swimming with concern as he sweeps over your body. Then he locks eyes with you and you feel your breath stop.

“Are you okay?” he asks seriously. His stare is intense and you freeze for a minute. Then you snap back to reality.

“Uh yeah, I’m fine,” you say and Five’s shoulders seem to relax. Then you remember your mission. “Five, he’s getting away!”

“Oh no he’s not,” Five growls as his gaze fills with anger once more. You see Five go from crouching beside you to blinking next to Michael just as he made it to the stairs. You begin to sit up as you watch Five knock the man out, probably killing him. He leans over Michael’s body and you think he says something before he pries the flash drive from his hands.

In a flash, Five is back standing over you. He wordlessly holds out his hand toward you. You grab it and he helps you up. “Thank you,” you say in awe, once again trying to lock eyes with him. But the moment seems to have passed.

“Don’t mention it,” he says, and you have a feeling he isn’t just talking about helping you up.

†††

The car ride back is uneventful, filled with awkward silence. You keep glancing over at Five but his eyes remain focused on the road.

The two of you walk into the motel room, exhausted from the fight. Five prepares to send the flash drive back to the Commission as you watch, unsure of what to do or say. So you say the obvious.

“So, are we not going to talk about it?” you ask. You’re met with silence and you roll your eyes. You reach over to your travel bag and hiss, pulling back your arm.

“You got stabbed, you idiot,” Five says, glancing over his shoulder. Oh, right. You kind of forgot about your injury in your haze of confusion. You hold your arm, wincing at the amount of blood.

“I’ll be fine,” you say, brushing it off. “Just have to patch myself up.”

You search for the motel’s first aid kit. After finding it you plop yourself down in a chair and place the kit on the room’s desk. Then you hesitate, wondering how to proceed single-handedly. Especially using your bad hand. That doesn’t stop you as you open the kit and start to clean the wound. It’s a bit of a struggle and takes you way longer than it should have. You’re also exhausted which doesn’t help.

You hear a sigh and turn to see Five approaching you. “Useless,” he utters as he starts to take over.

“Five, I don’t need your help. I’m fine—”

“Shut up and let me concentrate.” The way he becomes so focused on the task, eyebrows scrunching as he delicately holds your arm, is enough to shut you up more than his words.

“Yes sir,” you whisper, and he rolls his eyes. Silence fills the room as Five wordlessly patches up your wound. You hiss at the rubbing alcohol and he glances up at you, his features softer than normal, before gently continuing the task. You take the time to regard him fondly, watching his small mannerisms and movements.

You get so caught up that the words seem to fall out of your mouth. “Why didn’t you run?” you whisper, trying to keep the moment quiet. He hesitates. “The mission was complete, you had the flash drive. I told you to run.” The question has been eating away at you. Five takes a moment to think before continuing his task.

“They were going to kill you,” he says, as if it was an obvious answer. But nothing about this man seems obvious to you.

“I thought you hated me.”

“I do,” he says and the words seem to hurt despite the fact that you already knew that. “But that doesn’t mean I want you dead.”

Your breath catches as you stare at Five. It’s not much, and for anyone else that sentence would have meant nothing. But you knew that it was Five revealing his feelings for you. Five hates everyone, that's only natural. But this is the first real indication that you mean something to him.

You smile. “For the record, I don’t want you dead either.” Five stops what he’s doing and for the first time since the mansion, he meets your gaze. The two of you hold eye contact for a moment and you swear you see his mouth twitch upwards. Then reality crashes down on both of you and you awkwardly look away while blushing.

Five clears his throat. “This doesn’t change anything,” he says, finishing up the bandaging of your arm.

“Of course not,” you respond, and he seems to hold onto your arm for a moment or two longer than he should have. Then he’s walking away. As you watch him head for the washroom, you both know that that was a lie.

* * * * *

Those who asked for a part 2:

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Did you know? | Emily x F!Reader

this is one of my first few fic back to tumblr so i sincerely apologise if it is ass xx

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Prompt: Emily introduces Y/N to Charlie & Vaggie during the twos visit to the heaven, Y/N attends the trail, blah blah emily is displeased

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“Y/N!” The girl jumps as she hears the voice from behind her “Holy-“ She yelps out, before realising it’s Emily and letting out a soft sigh and she turns to face the girl, taking note of Sera & the two others following after her

“Sera, Emily” The girl bows, a sly smile on her face as Sera waves her off “No need to put on a show, this is Charlotte, Lucifers daughter.. and her plus one.” Sera states, introducing the girl to the two “Oh- wow” Y/N replies, her eyes wide

“Does uh.. Adam know?” She hesitantly asks, glancing between Sera and Emily. Y/N was unlucky enough to be close with Adam and Lute, she knew all about the exterminations and all about how Emily was not allowed to know.

“Adam is aware, but on that note.. I have something to speak to him about. Take care of Emily for me” Sera says softly, before disappearing with a glow leaving the three alone

“It’s actually Charlie” Lucifers daughter says shortly after Sera left, Y/N waves her off “Y/N, if you haven’t gathered” She says with a laugh as Emily takes her hand into hers “Is this your guard or..?” She trails off, looking the other demon up and down

“Vaggie? No, but she does help protect the hotel from danger” Charlie corrects the girl, wrapping an arm around Vaggies waist “Interesting, kinda like what I do then” The h/c girl hums, grinning at Emily

“Vaggie is Charlie’s girlfriend” Emily adds on, her eyes shining brightly. Y/N gapes at the girl “I knew it. All the cool gay girls went to hell…” She exclaims dramatically, wincing as Emily slaps her lightly

“You are literally my girlfriend.” Emily points out, resulting in the demon duo in front of them to let out a short gasp “And Sera is cool with that?” Vaggie asks suspiciously, looking the two up and down

“No, she’s super homophobic.” Y/N deadpans before laughing “Nah she’s chill with it, everyone is!” She says happily, wrapping a wing around Emily “Why? Is there people not cool with you guys down there?” She questions, a pang of hurt soaring through her as she thinks of how it must hurt to not be accepted

“No! No! everyone’s cool with it, there’s a lot of us down there..” Charlie explains awkwardly, keeping a smile on her face “Yeah I suppose that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Y/N asks, smiling at the princess

“Yeah! I have this hotel to rehabilitate sinners to help prevent e-“ Y/N quickly cuts off the girl, “Emily! Uh, would you be able to go grab us some ice cream? There’s this.. surprise! I have planned and I want to get some other input from it” Y/N swiftly lies, despite how bad she felt she knew Emily is better off not knowing.

The Seraphim smiles brightly at her “Of course! I’ll get your favourite, I’ll get surprises for those two!” She says excitedly, and as soon as she’s out of earshot Y/N turns to the two demons “Look, can you keep extermination talk to the absolute minimum, in fact say nothing about it at all.” She hisses out in a whisper, flinching at the disappointed look on Charlie’s face

“I’m not okay with it, I think it’s wrong but that’s Sera’s job to deal with. Not Emily’s, I won’t have you trying to manipulate her with a sob story to keep her on your side.” Y/N states with a tone of finality in her voice before straightening herself with a smile

“I do hope Sera listens to you, despite whom I will be with during the trial.” She explains softly, trying to make it obvious how against the exterminations she is “Wait, don’t tell me..” Charlie groans out “Let me guess, Adam?”

Before she can answer, another voice does for her “Sup little Lute” Y/N rolls her eyes as she turns to face Adam & Lute, who was glaring daggers at Vaggie “Hello Adam” she replies, keeping an eye out for Emily “Just wondering why you’re with these bummers, when you could be with us” He says cockily, jerking his finger at the two hellborns

“If you must know, Emily brought them around. Speaking of, watch what you say in front of her.” Y/N hisses out, glaring at Adam who raises his hands in faux defense “No need to be so hostile, babes!” Lute sighs stepping forward “Ignore him, you are aware you will be with us during this court session rather than Emily, correct?”

Y/N sighs, nodding her head “Yes ma’am, i’m well aware how much you hate my happiness” She says rolling her eyes as Lute glares at her, no true heat behind them “Just making sure, don’t spend too much time with these filth” She hisses out before she and Adam take their overly dramatic leave

Before much more can be said, Emily arrives back with their ice creams and handing them out “What did they want?” She asks Y/N who pauses before answering “Lute just wanted to give me pointers on training, nothing for you to worry about my dove” She swiftly lies, placing a kiss to Emily’s free hand

“So we’re just lying now.” Vaggie mutters under her breath, anger clear in her voice “Anyways! I never got to tell you about my hotel!” Charlie quickly butts in, her voice frantic as she waves her hands around

“Oh yeah, tell me about it”

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Y/N watches as Emily paces nervously in their shared room, she was nervous. Anyone could tell. “You want to talk about what’s wrong?” Y/N offers, patting the seat beside her as Emily swiftly moves to sit beside her lover

“I just can’t help but think that this trial is so much more than just about the hotel.” She mutters, fiddling with her fingers “Sera’s been hiding things from me recently, I don’t like it.” She adds on, looking at Y/N with doelike eyes

“I’m sure whatever she isn’t telling you.. isn’t important” Y/N says awkwardly, brushing the hair out of Emily’s face “It’ll be okay. I won’t be with you, but I’ll be within arms reach so if you need anything.. I’m sure they’ll understand if you fly down to me” the girl says reassuringly to the older girl who smiles at her

“You’re the best, you know that right?”

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The trial went horribly. Adam had just revealed the exterminations to not only Emily but the entire council, in a surprisingly short musical number.

Which leads Y/N to now, sat alone in her shared room with Emily as the girl discusses the exterminations with Sera. She wasn’t sure if Emily knew about her knowing, but considering how close she is with Adam and Lute, it wouldn’t be hard to piece together.

“Did you know?” Emily’s voice appears out of nowhere, it looked as if she had been crying, and Y/N didn’t have the heart to keep lying to her.

“I did” She says quietly, wrapping her wings around her body “I’ve known for a while” She confesses, looking down to avoid looking Emily in the eyes “You knew they were killing innocent human souls, and you didn’t tell me?” The heart break on Emily’s voice was undeniable. She was rightfully upset with Y/N.

“Seraphim’s mate for life, the first thing I told you about me is that I value honesty. Yet for however long, you’ve been lying to me.” Emily states, the heartbreak being replaced by anger “I wasn’t allowed to, I didn’t want to be the reason you fell.” Y/N admits, tears welling in her eyes as she finally looks up to look at Emily

“You were so happy when you found out that you could show sinners around, how could I tell you that the only reason they came is because my friends were murdering their people?” Y/N chokes out, tightening her wings around her as Emily stands tall

“By being honest, by not allowing them to hurt those souls!” Emily exclaims, throwing her arms out in anger “It’s my job to protect you, Emily! Sera said keeping this from you was exactly that.” Y/N tearfully exclaims, standing up from the bed

“You would have been devastated if I were to tell you as soon as I found out, you would have fallen like Lucifer.” Y/N continues to rant as tears flow down her face “And it would have been my fault! Not Adam’s, not Lutes, mine!” The girl finishes defeatedly, wiping her tears away

“I should have told you, and I’m sorry I didn’t but I’m not sorry for doing what I thought was best for you.” Y/N concludes, breathing heavily as Emily lets out a sigh “You don’t need to protect me from everything, Y/N” She says softly, stepping closer to her partner before taking her hand in hers

“I’m sorry” Is all Y/N says before she’s pulled into a tight hug from Emily “You are such an idiot, but I understand.” The girl mutters as Y/N wraps her arms around the taller girl, desperate to just feel her.

“I don’t deserve you” She mumbles into the seraphim’s neck, tightening her arms around Emily who shakes her head softly

“No, you deserve the world.”

[goodsgraces]

accomplished my goal of getting down to single digit drafts which means i get to post a starter / plotting call . . . like this and i'll dm you for your preference ! horror plots are listed below but anything in my wishlist tag is an option .

muses i want to write ( can be put in a horror plot or in a slice of life ! ) :

jesse erickson . harris dickinson . tattoo artist . he / they .

rowan verlice . grace van patten . politician's daughter . she / her .

zane kumari. . josh heuston . science student + lifeguard . he / him .

charli xu jett . chase sui wonders . club dj . she / they .

beau kinsey . kyle gallner . mechanic . he / him .

cassandra vega . rachel zegler . church pianist + caretaker . she / her .

juniper lindfield . odessa a'zion . thrift shop clerk . they / them .

horror / supernatural concepts :

vampire x human familiar . . . can be a one - sided crush on the human's end , a mutual unspoken thing or they could be in a transactional relationship .

vampire x vampire . . . can go a variety of ways but i'm picturing something similar to gaga x her boyfriend in ahs hotel . a very sexy and VERY smart duo .

jennifer's body - esque plot . . . but needy helps jennifer find boys to eat and cleans up her messes and they're madly in love with each other . can be canon or ocs .

bones and all - esque plot . . . two c*nnibals on the road together who are literal partners in crime . likely started as total strangers and we can start there or plot something more established .

midnight mass - esque plot . . . residents of a small town start to notice the town begin to change after a newcomer comes to town . tragedy ensues . can be the preacher like the show or can be a new resident !

shaun of the dead / zombieland . . . i'm not big on the walking dead but i do love zombies ! this would be more of a silly , goofy take on it and we can come up with extra lore together after using the movie(s) as a base .

buzzfeed unsolved / paranormal influencers . . . two paranormal influencers who run a successful youtube channel together . can be kept light or we can also venture into blair witch territory .

jeeper's creepers - esque plot . . . two people who saw something bizarre while driving and are being hunted by a terrifying creature that managed to catch their scent .

pick a song from preacher's daughter by ethel cain .

[watermelonfrog2]

Fuck it, long post time.

Dsmp is so AAGGHH. I love it so much, its introduced me to some of the people I care about most and it has made me feel ways no other fandom has made me feel. I love the plotholes. I love the lack of consistency. I love how everyone has a different view on how the story played out. I love how if you asked someone what happened during a certain era their answer will be different from the next. I love the art. I love the animatics. I love the characters. I love the fanfiction. I love the story. I love the aus. I love how homemade it feels. I love how it feels like people wanted to make a cool thing so they made a cool thing. I love how the fandom took small bits of the ccs personality, added it to their character and ran with it. I love how each character had totally different motivations from any other character. I love how some things didnt make sense. I love how somethings never got answered. I love the ending. I love how somethings didnt end. I love unserious it was at times. I love how serious it was at times. I love the fans. I love the theories. I love the edits. I love the gacha reaction videos (ifykyk). I love Henry. I love c!tommy. I love exile arc. I love c!niki. I love the petwar. I love the lines, improvised or not. I love "If you wanna be a hero tommy? then die like one." I love c!SBI. I love c!Bee duo. I love c!disc duo. I love exile arc. I love pogtopia. I love l'manburg. I love c!ranboo. I love c!tubbo. I love the Big Innit/Manifold Hotel. I love shroud. I love how it was able to bring a large group of people together. I love how its let me make so many friends. I love the fandom. I love how its changed me. I love dsmp. Dsmp means so much to me because its become MY fandom. Its become what I return to when Im sad or happy. Its the only fandom I really read fics for. Its the only show/thing Ive cared about to this extent. Its the only show where Ive actually cared about a character. Its how I found my love of watching twitch streamers. It got me back into playing minecraft. It got me into writing. It makes me want to improve on my art. DSMP is my comfort fandom, my main fandom, everything and anything all at once. I love watching compilations of the characters. I love all the cosplays. I love how ive gotten into so many hobbies because of it. I owe my personality to C!tommy and cc!tommy and dsmp as a whole. I owe my internet presence to dsmp. It has such a special place in my heart. I love c!tommy. I love how he cares for animals. I love how hes mean and aggrressive and rude. I love how hes hurt adn traumatised and healing. I love the relationships between the characters. I love how c!tommy cares and he doesnt. I love how the discs mean so much to him. I love how his decisions are drived by emotions. I love him having so many attachments. I love how other people will think my view of him is wrong/different to theirs. I love how dsmp allowed me to experiment with who I am (personality wise). I love how dsmp entered me to a part of the internet I would never have seen before. I love how I feel nostalgic looking at the fanart or fansongs. I love. It all. I know this was really rambl-y but ive just been thinking about it and I have so many feelings. My concluding statement is: DSMP has shpaed me into who I am and no one can take it away from me. It will always have a special place in my heart.

[venuscrashed]

Hi there!

Can I maybe get some Hc of the demon brothers with a male Alastor (from Hazbin hotel) like reader (maybe reader is a demon, but not from the devildom, but from actual hell?) Kinda want to keep this short, so here= Reader always has his staff/mic thing with him- no matter where he is. Reader basically always wears old-fashioned suits, has Alastor's sharpish teeth, and is basically always smiling (like Alastor does). How would the demon brothers react to first meeting reader? What would they think of reader at first? How would they act towards reader at first/and after they became friends (or dating, either is fine c:)? Sorry if this is long. I hope ur having a nice day/noon/night :]

low key never watched the show so sorry about that

word count: 1k (total)

warnings: death mentioned in Belphies part, it sucks, literally pulled this out from the back of my closet, gn reader, tags are to reach a wider audience btw

Lucifer: He actually didn’t know what you looked like considering you stuck to the radio. It worried him but nonetheless he was intrigued by your style. The old fashion suits and the staff reminded him of how humans were before he fell. He was also captivated because he could fell the pride in you, your ego was never shown but he could sense the way you felt superior around others. After you become friends he mainly sticks to his office but does hang out with you from time to time. Whether it’s buying you more suits, because you guys basically have the same style, or are off doing stuff for others. Once you guys date he is so smug and your guys superiority complex combined tires out everyone. Even Diavolo is leaving the room when you two are together. 

Mammon: Was absolutely disappointed when he heard he had to babysit you but when he saw you… Thought you were made of money when he first saw you. The old, EXPENSIVE, suit and the staff…there were dollar signs in his eyes. He would be sucking up to you all for that credit card. That smile did creep him out though…He’d get so greedy from just your attention. Is absolutely smitten once you two become friends. Plus, he uses that as an excuse to steal your mic and basically scream in it for hours. Once you start dating, oh god is he flustered. Like “yeah that's my rich, expensive human. Yeah they smile weirdly but it makes me weak in the knees” Is always begging for some money, if you can buy those suits you can spare a couple hundred thousand grimm right?

Levi: Was absolutely disappointed when he had to be there. He was playing games the whole time but once he saw you he was shocked. You lowkey reminded him of this rich dude that wanted to be a detective in this anime but more creepy like, you know? Would absolutely avoid you though, you’re creepy alright. That smile just sends shivers down his spine. Once you become friends he would absolutely be jealous about the size of the crowd you bring in. Why are you so charming? Would also absolutely use your mic for his gaming sessions if his broke and didn’t come within the 15 minutes he ordered it. Once you start dating he would convince you to cosplay with him. He finds some duo or couple that has similar fashion to you and he would just buy(steal) the outfit from you.

Satan: Why was he here again? Oh right he was forced to, much to his dismay. Out of all of the exchange students there(since he most likely never met Simeon, right? idk) you were the most interesting. You remind him of the one of the detectives in his books with that outfit. He tried to impress you when you two first met, can’t have you looking down on him now. I also feel like he would actually like your big smile. Once you two are friends he steals your mic to go and prank Lucifer. 9/10 times he also stole a piece from your wardrobe. When you guys are dating people also steer clear of you two. Since you’re always attached at the hip, nobody stays near you. Scary dog energy from the both of you. He’s the “run if he starts smiling" type and you're the “run if they stop smiling” type.

Asmo: Really just wanted to see the new human exchange students. Was drawn towards you. The style, the staff, the smile, everything. Would absolutely try to charm you and when he fails it actually hurts him. Even before you guys are friends he would steal your clothes. For the “aesthetic” you know? Once you guys are friends he tries and gets your dental routine, he’s lowkey jealous about how white there are and pointy. He’s always hanging off of you and swearing you’ll protect him. When your in his room he’ll steal the mic and start “serenading” you with whatever song. When you guys date he is so in love. Never shutting up about you and Always bragging about you to his two brothers. “And they are so good looking” “We know asmo” “Their smile is amazing” “We know Asmo” “And their eyes…” “We live with them to Asmo”

Beel: What should he have for lunch today? Was staring at you the whole time they were explaining where you were and why. No thoughts behind those eyes type of look. Likes your style, also reminds him of how humans used to be which also reminds him of his sister. If he ever got crumbs on your suit he would feel so bad. “I’ll get it dry cleaned” “Beel it’s fine” “No” He would stop eating around you just to keep the suit clean. Once your friends though he does start eating but is careful. He will always hold it against himself. I’m convinced he tried to eat the mic at one point when he was tired and delirious. When you two start dating he focuses on your teeth more. He has sharp teeth too, but yours are better. Smiles when you smile and gets all giddy when he sees.

Belphie: Was in the attic being delulu again, what else is there to do? When he saw you through the door he was like “you gotta be kidding me” He likes the style, looks too much like Lucifers, although you wear it better. When he kills you he feels bad, obviously. “Can I buy you a new suit” “It’s fine Belphie” “Let me buy you a new suit” “I said it’s fine” “I’m buying you a new suit” Once you two are friends he steals your mic. Gets someone to scream to annoy Lucifer. Pulls so many pranks with it that he gets banned from it. Sees that smile in his nightmares, considering that was the last thing he saw before you died. It’s unfortunate that that's your permanent face too. When you two are dating he feels a bit better about it. Would wear your clothes but they are not sleep worthy, even though he can sleep in anything. Somehow the pranks get ten times worse when you two are dating, it’s a mystery what this man does. 

[emeraldkitty123]

Guysss imagine 'stayed gone' from hazbin hotel but its C!Tnt duo

[laura1633]

every time there’s an Italian GP i like to imagine Max pouting all day long like the princess he is because every. single. Italian. just. adores his boyfriend. and like, he cant blame them. but do they HAVE to monopolize the love of his life all week long?

and don’t even get him started about Carlos. Italians love the C^2 duo and they keep chanting their joint names and drawing the both of them and- yeah maybe Max should join Ferrari because he cannot keep hearing people talking about what a good pairing Charlos is.

Hahaha yes to pouty sulky Max!

I bet they can even hear people chanting outside the hotel room so Charles goes down to sign autographs and Max is just peering out the hotel window scowling at the crowds and wanting his boyfriend to come and give him attention. Charles is downstairs for ages because there are so many fans so Max strips off and takes a naked photo of himself on the bed and sends it to Charles telling him he is waiting. Even on the sexy naked pic Max is still pouting like the princess he is!

Bet Max would love that video Ferrari posted of Carlos and Charles with the blindfold 😬 😂

[lunarwritesthings]

Targeted

Paring: Sam x Gn!Reader

Fandom: Sam and Colby

Request: No

Summary: The Reader, Sam, Colby, Amanda, and Mackie go to the Stanley Hotel together. Amanda believes a spirit is targeting the reader

Note: R = reader, C = Colby, S = Sam, A = Amanda, M = Mackie. This is to make conversations easier, the spirit box/spirit will be in bold.

The duo of Sam and Colby had once again managed to convince me to come with them to the Stanley Hotel, but it would be just us three as Amanda and Mackie would be meeting us there. Now I'm not the biggest fan of doing paranormal investigations. If I'm honest I only agree because thanks to my not-so-little crush on Sam I couldn't say no, it didn't help that he promised he'd protect me if anything went south. Yet none of us were ready for what was to come.

Once we had gotten to the Stanley Hotel, I immediately felt uncomfortable. All I've done is lay eyes on the hotel, needless to say, I was nervous. What I didn't see was the shared look of realization between Sam and Amanda

Unsurprisingly Sam and Colby had booked what are said to be the two most haunted rooms. Of course, I didn't fully believe they were the most haunted. Colby handed out the room cards. Me, Amanda, and Mackie were in one room together while Colby and Sam were in the other. I was a little sad I didn't have a room with Sam, especially since what he said and how I feel, but that's not important it's time to start the investigation.

We all agreed on starting in Sam and Colby’s room. Once we were in the room, Sam started getting the equipment that was needed out of the bags, while Colby was explaining to me, Amanda, Mackie, and the camera what we would be doing. I freaked out and was startled because I felt something lightly touch my back. I turned about to see nothing was behind me. By my reaction, it was known something had happened.

Colby was the first one to say anything. C: "Yo, you good?" I was still a little startled but I told the what happened. R: "yeah just felt something touch my back." This made Sam panic a little, he said he'd protect me and it didn't help I was already startled. S: "Wait, we haven't even started yet. Hey Amanda can you see if whatever touched them is here still?" Sam didn't seem too happy about the situation. A: "It’s not. Whatever it was must have left when they reacted to begin touched."

Colby and I could tell Sam was getting a little angry and worried so Colby tried to calm him down and reassure him. C: "Brother, it was probably nothing. It's happened to us and it was a one-time thing. They will be fine, I'm positive." This seemed to work a bit but it was clear Sam was still upset. His response was mumbled. S: "Okay...let's just get this over with."

We nodded and agreed. Sam had grabbed the efm and the spirit box. Amanda stayed close to me so if something try and touches me again she might be able to see it and stop it. Sam turned on the emf and passed it to Colby the turned to the spirit box and turned that on and kept it. He then spoke. S: "Alright let's see if we can get anything. Amanda could you let us know if you see anything?" once again I didn't see the shared look between them. A: "Yeah, of course."

We had been waiting for around ten minutes and nothing. The spirit box nor the efm had given us anything. I felt like something was watching me, so I leaned toward Amanda to ask her. R: "Hey, Amanda is there anything in the room? I feel as if I'm being watched." Amanda looked around before answering. A: "If there is something, it won't let me see it." That didn't help my feeling at all.

Suddenly Mackie had an idea. M: "Guys, I have an idea that might get us something from either the spirit box or emf but Sam might not like it." We were all a bit skeptical, especially Sam. C: "Alright, what is it?" Mackie glanced at me before answering. M: "The only thing to happen the whole time we've been here was them getting touched, so we should give them the spirit box or emf and see if that gets us anything." This didn't seem like a very good idea.

Sam was extremely hesitant to agree to this. It was clear by his voice but nonetheless, he looked at me to see my reaction. S: "I don't know, are you okay with doing that? You are well aware that none of us will force you to do something you're uncomfortable with." I thought about it for a minute before saying anything. "I don't know. I told Amanda how I feel that something was watching me but she couldn't see anything." This made Sam and Colby look at me with worry.

Colby sighed before adding his thoughts to the situation. C: "I mean it's worth a shot. Sam is right though we aren't going to force you if you don't want to." Amanda said the one thing that convinced me enough to try. A: "Colby’s right. It's worth a shot since it could give us something, but you also might be able to figure out what touched you and why." I sighed and hoped this would end quickly. R: "I'll do it, but let's make it fast."

Sam was extremely hesitant to agree to this. It was clear by his voice but nonetheless, he looked at me to see my reaction. S: "I don't know, are you okay with doing that? You are well aware that none of us will force you to do something you're uncomfortable with." I thought about it for a minute before saying anything. "I don't know. I told Amanda how I feel that something was waiting for me but she couldn't see anything." This made Sam and Colby look at me with worry.

Colby sighed before adding his thoughts to the situation. C: "I mean it's worth a shot. Sam is right though we aren't going to force you if you don't want to." Amanda said the one thing that convinced me enough to try. A: "Colby’s right. It's worth a shot since it could give us something, but you also might be able to figure out what touched you and why." I sighed and really hoped this would end quickly. R: "I'll do it, but let's make it fast."

Sam gave me the spirit box. Me and him made eye contact, it was clear that we were both nervous and still hesitant about this. Sam decided to see if a response would come from just me holding the spirit box. S: "Is whatever that's been touching our friend still here?"

Nothing once again, so I decided to just give it a shot. "Is the thing that touched me still in this room?" We all froze upon hearing the very clear "yes" from the spirit box. Mackie was idea worked. Once again I turned around due to having a feeling of something being behind me yet there was still nothing.

Sam somehow managed to get more worried. S: "Are you okay?" I repeated something similar to what I said earlier. R: I think so, it's just I swear it seemed like something was behind me." Amanda knew what was going on. She knew me nor Sam would like it. She was looking directly at me. A: "This is either going to scare you more or the feeling worse, but whatever the thing in here is, it's targeting you."

Colby nodded and agreed with Amanda. C: "She's right. I mean you been touched twice, not to mention the spirit box only answered to you." I was starting to panic. I didn't know how to handle this. R: What do we or what do I do?" None of them were sure this hadn't happened before. C: "Only you can do anything. It won't answer us." Amanda knew what could help the situation.

A: "Colby is correct. It clearly wants something from you, so you have to be the one to ask what it wants." I definitely didn't like this anymore and didn't want to do this. R: "Alright, but this needs to end soon. I strongly dislike this."

They agreed, and just as I was going to ask with the spirit wanted, I froze and teared up immediately. I had heard a quiet whisper of "attach". Sam saw this and rushed over to me, colby wasn't far behind him. S: Are you okay? What happened? Why are you tearing up? My body was in shock. R: "I-i heard a whisper." Sam and Colby shared a look. This wasn't good.

C: "You did? What was said?" Amanda and Mackie picked up on you starting to panic. A & M: "Guys back up a little. Give them some room so they don't have a panic attack" Now Sam didn't listen and instead wrapped his arms around me, hugging me. R: "It said attach."

That was enough to break the final straw. Sam couldn't stand this anymore. S: That's it we're stopping. Whatever is here can't attach to you." The moment had caused two rare things to happen.

The situation had caused Sam to be super protective to the point he refused to leave me alone, and it had actually made Sam of all people call something off. Once everything was put away, a room change was agreed on. I was now with Sam and Colby to feel safer. Truth be told it was Sam not letting me go. It was agreed to sleep and leave tomorrow morning since it was too late to leave now and we were all tired

That night Sam and I cuddles because according to Sam he could protect me better than way, but I don't fully believe that.

[stormandstuff]

So.. Like. Song for an insane!Grian or evil-watcher!grian au..?

Just-

‘Insane’ by Black Gryph0n and Baasik. (It’s a Hazbin Hotel song)

Like, the start is pretty much Scar introducing the evil boi.

‘Dearly beloved for your entertainment, it’s my pleasure to hell’s Hermitcraft’s latest arrival ’

The start could be Grian’s intro to Hermitcraft S6, although he is instead tricking the Hermits into thinking he’s innocent and lost. (Totally not a Watcher or heavily unstable individual)

‘Hello it’s nice to meet you! Can you tell me where I am?’

‘I don’t know how I got here. But I think I’m starting to understand’

‘I don’t belong among the angels. And baby that’s fine with me’ - Watchers?? He broke away or is trying to convince the hermits that he’s good? Or he’s accepting that he has twisted morals in terms of just simply being insane?

He could be explaining things to Scar, especially if they’re in league. With Scar being the one introducing him, and the one he gets linked to in Double life.

‘The thing I did up there were highschool’ YHS/TS - Casually being a murderer whilst a teenager. He almost definitely would have gone insane after that kind of childhood.

Saying that people just got in his way. (Maybe Evo and the Watchers?)

‘I promise honey I can feel your pain’ - Double life Desert Duo. Do I need to say more?

‘Haven’t been the same since I expired’ - End of TS (endless void) or EVO (casual kidnapping) or even just the end of Third Life when he was the last one standing.

All of these could have easily driven C!Grian to insanity/hunger for power.

‘And now I have the power to bathe all of you in entertaining fire’ - He controls and enjoys the life games in this AU. He uses his Watcher powers to be entertained by the suffering of the other players.

Him talking about recognising someone as a previous old pal - could be so many different people. Sam? Taurtis? Mumbo? Scar? The EVO gang? All of them??

‘Tell me do you demons players bleed?’ - AU Grian is obsessed over the Life games and all his other death inspired or causing games. (TAG, Demise, etc)

AAAAAA?!?

[thatmagickjuju]

author's note: fem!reader x James Valdez ... holy shit, this was written AGES ago and posted on my AO3. i decided maybe it's time to post it to tumblr to sprinkle a little of my own love for james valdez around. i currently do not take requests, so please do not send any. minors do not interact! i will block you. additionally, i do not consent to my work being taken/reposted, plagiarized, or translated without my permission.

disclaimer: i don't write x reader POV like most. i still use third person with 'y/n' inserts. it is my preferred way of writing.

request: a one shot for james valdez inspired by the song partition by beyonce?

warnings: unprotected PinV sex, male receiving.

Red matte lips matched manicured nails, matching red bottom Louboutin heels strapped tightly against her ankle. The form-fitted dress hugged all the right places, giving off a vibe unlike any other. She felt gorgeous in it - sexy even, and she knew as soon as James saw her, he’d have to control himself from skipping the event altogether for a steamy night in. Forty-five minutes to get all dressed up; Y/N wasn’t going to allow James to ruin the outfit just yet.

“Y/N, we’re gonna be late! Hurry up.” 

Rolling her eyes to his pleas, she fluffed her hair one last time before smiling back at her reflection, loving the image staring back at her. 

Finally, Y/N opened the door, spotting her beloved, James Valdez, on the bed in his infamous black suit. She silently cursed him. He knew very well what the suit did to her, the many enjoyable memories involving the outfit suddenly poured into her mind like a tipped-over tea kettle. 

“This," she began, showcasing herself, "takes time.” Y/N gave a quick spin, allowing the man to get a 360 view.

James’s eyes lit up, immediately darkening from the nasty thoughts and images flashing through his head. “Damn baby,” he mumbled under his breath, getting to his feet.

“Don’t get any bright ideas tough guy,” she warned, holding an authoritative finger to stop him.

“You can’t come out of the bathroom looking sexy as all hell and not expect me to try and get one in before we leave.” His hands found their way to her hips, bringing her into his chest.

“You can try but you’ll be horribly rejected.” A playful smirk tugged at the corner of her painted lips as she slithered out of his grasp, reaching for the door. “Now come, we’re going to be late.” An audible defeated sigh was heard from James, following closely behind her. 

The hotel they were staying in was quiet and Y/N could almost hear the wheels churning in James’ head. Their mission was to infiltrate their target’s house, weaving their way through the home to retrieve a rare, ancient, expensive - worth millions - artifact. No questions were asked as to why the artifact was important; the dollar amount was the reward sparking the duo’s interest. One hundred million dollars was the asking price to fetch said artifact with the promise of a challenging retrieval. However, for that amount of money, Y/N and James were willing to jump into shark-infested waters.

The duo worked tirelessly on a plan consisting of contingency plans A, B, and C. Finally, they were able to find the perfect opportunity to conduct the mission and get their money.

Outside the expensive hotel waited a white limo where they planned to arrive at the party in style. Others will stare with puzzled glances for a chance to recognize the new faces attending the gathering while the duo walked through the crowd as if they owned the place. It wasn’t their first rodeo - surely wasn’t going to be their last. 

Settling into the limo, Y/N sat comfortably as James poured himself a glass of champagne. “One turns into half the bottle; don’t go and get all tipsy on me. You need to be sharp for this to work. We only get one shot.”

“Relax, Y/N. We’ve done how many jobs by now? I know my limits. You, on the other hand, need a glass to release the tension in those shoulders.”

“My shoulders are fine,” Y/N assured him, her voice dripping with annoyance. “But thank you for your concern,” she snarkily added.

Unamused by her demeanor, James set the glass down and moved until he was next to her. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he leaned in, his lips barely touching her earlobe. “I know a way to relieve that tension,” he suggested as his other hand caressed her knee, inching its way up to her thigh. 

“Don’t be slick,” she warned, keeping her gaze forward and arms folded across her chest. Despite her verbal rejection, her body reacted the opposite. A thin line of goosebumps trailed along with his fingertips and a shiver shook her spine from the breath against her neck.

“I’m not being slick,” he defended. “But I know something already is.” 

Y/N hated how well he knew her body. Her core was throbbing simply from the gentle touch of his hands gliding along her skin from her inner thigh to her knee and back. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut. James’ breath caressed her neck once again with a destructive force.

“James, this dress was over a thousand dollars and my makeup is worth more than your watch. You mess them up, I mess you up,” she growled, tilting her head, and exposing her neck.

“You act like this is the first time we’ve fucked in a limo.” He had a point and made his point by rubbing his fingers against her soaked laced panties.

“I hate the effect you have on me,” Y/N gasped, giving in to her partner’s seduction.

“Lying will get you nowhere.” Catching her lips in his, James pulled Y/N onto his lap, placing his hands on either side of her face. Her kisses were infectious - like eating the world’s greatest pastry, one is never enough. It had always been that way with the duo since they met in the military. 

Y/N removed her Louboutin heels, tossing them to the other seat before settling into James’s lap. Lucky for her she chose a dress that hugged her chest and midriff but felt loose around the hips and waist.

James’s hands fell from her face to her hips, helping as she rocked herself on his generous bulge. Y/N could feel him throbbing for her just as much as she was wet for him. It’s like they were in perfect sync no matter what they were doing. Even that thought made Y/N quiver … or was it James’s teeth lightly nibbling on her breast?

“The partition is down,” Y/N whispered, her eyes fluttering shut. James moved his gaze to find she was right, and he locked eyes with the driver. 

“Driver, roll up the partition please,” James called out without stopping his tease. Almost instantly they heard the thick glass screen close, giving them the privacy needed to continue their play.

Reaching between her legs, James moved her underwear aside, sliding two digits into her soaked folds. He could feel her breathing quicken and her legs begin to shiver merely by his touch. “Oh baby, you make me weak,” she whispered, bucking her hips to move against his fingers. James smiled at this, using his free hand to help guide her down onto his fingers. He loved watching her take control, doing the work to get herself off. The way her eyes would flutter shut right before she’d let out a moan caused his member to ache. He wanted her … bad. But he knew to take his time and be patient with her.

Moving herself off him, Y/N moved so she was between James, comfortably on her knees. Hands ran down his chest, stopping on his belt. He took this as a cue and helped remove the belt, unfastening the button. With a devilish grin, Y/N pulled open his pants releasing his cock. There was no hesitation in her movements as she pushed herself forward, slowly running her tongue from the base to the tip, lapping up the pre-cum. 

James let out a sigh, his head falling back onto the seat with his eyes closed. The feel of her tongue wrapped around his dick was a feeling he’d never get used to but welcomed every chance he could. Y/N was the first to ever fully want to give him head without asking for it; mostly because she thoroughly enjoyed feeling him squirm and shake under her. She liked having control and used it to her advantage. 

“Y/N, fuck. I’m gonna come.” Lifting herself up, Y/N climbed on James’s lap, straddling him. Almost as if reading her mind, James moved her panties to the side, allowing her to slip onto him with ease. Rolling her hips forward, Y/N held onto his shoulders for support, her forehead resting against his. She started off slow, getting into her rhythm before feeling James raise his hips, yearning to be deeper.

Y/N quickened her pace, the sensation building inside pulling moans and gasps from her lips. Her mind had become so enraptured, that other sounds or distractions had been cut off from reaching her. James’s thumb rubbed against her clit in rhythmic movement while she rode his cock like it was the last time she’d ever receive it. 

“I’m going to fucking come,” James grunted out between thrusts, the feeling of his hard cock pushing at her walls making her groans match his. “I can’t hold it anymore.” Y/N watched as James’s face contorted and she felt his cock twitch inside as he came, sending her over the brink along with him. Both moaned the other’s names as they released, tingles pricking at her skin.

With their breaths increased, Y/N looked out the window realizing their limo had arrived at the party. “Shit. Get your shit together,” she commanded, grabbing her shoes.