#there's enough gentle nudges in there for it

[wonsdoll]

GOOD FOR YOU ── SJY

❛ 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋──𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 🗯️ 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌

심재윤 ／⠀𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 reader ── slight suggestive + non 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙 au ｡｡ when i tell u i can’t stop thinking about jake .. i mean it TT ∿ ✦ more

THE SOUND OF THE APARTMENT DOOR clicking quickly catches your attention as you finish off your makeup. tonight, you were going out with a few friends for a well—deserved girls night. you and your friends decided to go to a few clubs before ending the night at one of their houses for a little extra fun.

jake walks into the bedroom, looking more tired than usual after a long exhausting day at the office. he tugs onto his red tie as he enters the room, his focus is elsewhere—until he sees you.

jake’s hands freeze mid motion, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. “woah..” he scans your body from head to toe. the skin tight dress hugs every curve, while the neckline draws attention to the faint shimmer on your collarbone due to your shimmery body mist.

“you like?” you tease, giving him a little spin to show off your outfit.

“like it?” jake’s voice is close to a whisper, as he closes the distance between the two of you. “you’re stunning, princess.”

his hands reach for your waist instinctively, pulling you closer against him. jake’s lips brush against your shoulder, sending a quick shiver down your spine. “you didn’t tell me i was coming home to a pretty surprise.” he murmurs, his lips grazing your neck.

“didn’t think i needed to.” you tilted your head, giving him better access to your exposed neck, as he plants his kisses along your skin. jake’s lips reach below your ear, pressing another gentle kiss.

“where are you going dressed like this?” jake hums in approval, his fingers trailing along the soft material of your dress.

“girls night..we spoke about this remember?” you replied, your voice slightly quivers as his lips continue their gentle gestures.

“cancel”

you laughed softly, nudging him gently. “absolutely not sim jaeyun.. we’ve been planning this night for two weeks now.”

jake groans, pulling back just enough to meet with your eyes. “do you really have to leave looking like this? you know i won’t be able to stop thinking about you for the remainder of the night.”

you press a quick kiss to his pouty lips. “that’s kind of the point, baby.”

his fingers linger on your waist as you pick up your bag, as much as he hates to let you go out tonight—he’ll still be awake, waiting for you to get home.

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[daisymbin]

i miss you! - choi seungcheol

warnings: none except if you count making out 🤷‍♀️

pairings: choi seungcheol x reader

genre: established relationship, fluff!

wc: 1.1k

a/n: taking a short few hours break from reqs writing ✍️

check out my masterlist! // cheol's list

seungcheol stirs beside you as the soft afternoon light filters through the blinds, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he pulls you closer. his body is warm against yours, and the weight of his presence makes you feel safe and comfortable. you shift slightly, trying to free yourself from his grasp, but he groans softly, tightening his hold.

"don't go yet," he mumbles, his voice thick with pleading. his lips press gently against your neck, and his hand moves up to tangle in your hair, tugging you even closer.

you smile to yourself, but the reminder of your plans pulls you back into reality. you have lunch with your friends soon, and they're waiting for you. you hesitate for a moment, then gently nudge him. "cheol," you whisper, "i need to get up. i'm meeting the girls for lunch, remember?"

he groans again, louder this time, and buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "can’t you stay home?" he whines, his voice still heavy but laced with a hint of desperation. his lips brush over your skin, moving in a soft trail up your neck, as if trying to distract you from your plans. "i miss you. don’t go yet.”

you laugh softly, rolling your eyes at his antics, but he’s not giving up. his lips press more insistently against your skin, his hand sliding to your waist, tugging you back into him as if you’re glued together. "just stay here," he murmurs, his words barely audible against your skin. "i really miss you... like, a lot." his voice has a little whine to it, and you can’t help but smile.

"cheol," you sigh, trying to hide your own amusement. "they’ll be waiting for me."

he pouts, the expression exaggerated and playful, and then he lifts his head slightly, his eyes dark with a teasing glint. "but i’m not ready to let go yet," he says, his voice low and husky. his lips meet yours in a soft, lingering kiss, as if he’s trying to keep you from leaving with just his touch. "i haven’t seen you all week," he whines, rolling over so he’s hovering over you now, his knees trapping you under him, his hands sliding under your shirt, fingers lightly brushing your skin. "i miss you so much."

seungcheol isn’t ready to give up. he pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes soft but full of that familiar puppy-like sadness. then, before you can even protest, he leans in and presses his lips against yours. it’s a slow, tender kiss, one that makes your heart flutter.

you chuckle into the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at him. “are you trying to get me to stay?” you ask with a playful grin, raising an eyebrow.

seungcheol doesn’t answer right away. instead, he presses a gentle kiss to your neck, then another, slowly trailing up to your jaw. you can feel his lips against your skin, soft and warm, sending little shivers down your spine.

seungcheol pauses, his lips lingering just a breath away from yours. he looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, then shrugs exaggeratedly. hmm, hums, pouting just a little. “is it working?”

you pull away slightly, breathless from his kisses. "but my friends…" you start, but your words falter as he gives you a small pout, then he presses his lips against your skin again, trailing down your neck, his teeth grazing gently.

"can’t we just forget about them?" he whispers, hands sliding down to the waistband of your shorts, fingertips lightly teasing at the edge before he slides his hand under the waistband briefly. "i just want to stay here with you," he says again, this time his voice a little more desperate, a little more playful.

his kisses become more insistent, his body pressing into yours as his lips move back up to yours, hot and needy. his hands slide to your thighs, squeezing gently, pulling you even closer to him. "stay with me," he murmurs, lips brushing against yours between words. "i’ll make it worth your while."

you let out a soft laugh, finally giving in to his teasing and whining. "fine," you sigh, your fingers digging into his hair, pulling him back into a deep kiss. "but you’re gonna make up for this, cheol."

he grins into the kiss, his hands now slipping under your shirt, fingertips brushing over your skin, teasing you. "promise," he breathes out.

you feel your heart racing as his kisses grow more intense, his hands more demanding, and you can’t help but give in. his touch, his words, all of it is pulling you under, and before you know it, you're lost in the moment, hands roaming, bodies pressing together. he pulls away slightly, eyes half-lidded, his lips parted with a soft smirk. "so... can we spend the rest of the day in bed?" he asks, his voice husky with need, his hands still gently gripping you.

you look at him, your heart fluttering, and you can’t help but smile. "maybe," you whisper, your fingers dancing over his chest.

he grins widely, his lips crashing against yours once more, warm and insistent, moving with a desperation that makes your breath hitch. his hands settle on your hips, firm but not forceful, pulling you closer as if even the smallest distance is unbearable.

his tongue brushes against yours, the kiss deepening as his fingers curl under the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his hands sending a shiver up your spine. his grip tightens slightly, grounding you as he tilts his head to kiss you deeper, his teeth grazing your bottom lip in a teasing nip.

“i missed you so much,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, the words vibrating against your lips before he captures them again.

his body presses against yours, his chest firm and steady against the rise and fall of your breath. his kisses trail down, slow and deliberate, tracing a path along your jaw and down to the curve of your neck, where he lingers, his lips hot and deliberate against your skin.

your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and he chuckles softly, the sound low and filled with promise.

[xlikeavillainx]

Mason didn't notice, focused more on fiddling with one of the phones on display to realize Felet hadn't followed him in. But then he felt a familiar presence, looking up and out at Felet. His brow furrowed but he didn't move. He didn't need to.

The fox stepped out of the darkness, pushing Felet forward towards Mason. It was a gentle nudge so as not to hurt him but powerful enough to free Felet from the grip of the poltergeist. When the male was freed from the grasp, the fox came up beside him, watching, waiting to see what he would choose.

Felet blinked, watching Mason walk away. He smiled slightly, that man was the most standoffish and grumpy person he had ever met. But he cared so much and so deeply. Selfishness warred with want. To stay or go. Mason had promised to keep him safe, had claimed him but…Felet knew he would only hurt Mason in the end. He looked down the street. He could run, he was fast, he had run from Mason before.

“Let me…”

Masons voice echoed in his mind, the ghost of his hands on him. Felet nodded and moved to step forward.

“No.”

A growl this time, body freezing mid step. The poltergeist had him again, he couldn’t even open his mouth to let Mason know something was wrong.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Safe Haven

Pairing: Mr. Crawling x reader

Warnings: canon-typical violence and gore (only a few mentions), pure fluff, Mr. Crawling being a cutie pie.

Words: 1k

Summary: Despite the horrors you saw in the other dimension, bringing one of them home actually seems like a good idea.

P.S. To all of you who love soft!yanderes, I recommend playing Homichiper IMMEDIATELY

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"I'm home. "

You turn the lock on the door, smiling from ear to ear when you hear hurried steps paired with a "clack" of a cane. Goodness, he's getting faster with every day, you think as you watch a walking giant wrapped into a fuzzy white bathrobe emerge from the corridor. His impossibly long hair is loose and a little damp, and for a second, it feels he came straight from a horror movie. It makes you laugh.

"Dear!"

He almost runs into you, his cane clicking aggressively against the floor, and you giggle like a schoolgirl on her first date. His embrace feels so warm, his gentle hands rubbing your back as he kisses the top of your head.

Everything about him feels like home.

"I cooked a potato soup," he breathes out, excited to share his little news, "and baked a meat pie! And then I read a book. And then me take bath..."

He gets a little red when he realizes his old speech patterns are getting back, but you're quick to divert his attention, dropping a kiss to his nose. Poor man gets even redder and kisses you, too, immediately helping you take off your coat and giggling with embarrassment. He's one weird gentleman but a gentleman, nonetheless.

"I'm glad you had a good day," you wink at him, picking up your grocery bag. Today, you bought his favorite tea, and you know how excited he will get to brew it himself.

When you escape a hollow, depraved world, even the simplest of things will make you weep. Once you have returned to your apartment, barely alive and scared to your wits' end, making a cup of tea felt like a miracle. It's hard to imagine how bizarre the whole concept seemed to poor Mr. Crawling, who probably ate nothing but human or monster remains for as long as he was there.

You no longer speak of what happened in the monster realm. Needless to say, it took some time to come to terms with your little adventure and its outcome being a giant skinny monster now inhabiting your apartment. Not that you were all that bothered with the latter... Especially when you realized Mr. Crawling was not, in fact, a monster.

When you think of it now, it seems kinda stupid on your part. You were turning into one of those creatures yourself the longer you stayed there, and yet, somehow, it didn't click your lovely monster partner was human once. That he, too, had been a lonely soul who got stuck in that hellish limbo and had to transform to survive.

It was a huge surprise when he actually started speaking human language after of couple of days at your place. You first thought you misheard him.

Of course, it took him a long time to remember what it's like to be human: you've spent months gently nudging him in that direction, talking to him like to a child, showing him books and cartoons, turning on music and doing pretty much anything to help him turn back into his older self. Mind you, you also had to keep working to sustain the both of you, given you had no other income, and do the chores because Mr Crawling was absolutely clueless what to do. He was more of an in-house cat than a person at the time.

Still, it felt liberating when your monster partner finally started regaining his human memories and habits. You probably won't ever forget when he crawled to you, reaching out shyly to squeeze your hands in his, and mumbled, "M-me think... me think me called Gabriel..."

"Enough salt?" He nudges you gently, and you blink, coming back to your senses. His meat pie is so good it's really not the time to be reminiscing of the past.

You cover his large pale hand with yours as you smile, "It's perfect."

Embarrassed, he nods, looking into his own plate as you take another bite, wondering how lucky you got. Who else could have not only left another dimension filled with unspeakable horrors but also dragged the cutest of them with you?

Fed up with you stalling, he bends over to you and drops a kiss to your nose once more, letting out a high-pitched giggle. His black hair close around you like a curtain: you didn't have the heart to tell him to cut it. Now that he has become almost completely human, you somehow miss his monster appearance.

"I love you," you say all of a sudden, unable to keep it to yourself. Enveloping him in a hug, you press your face into his chest, listening to the subtle beating of his heart he had lost once. His bathrobe feels fuzzy and warm on your skin.

He says nothing at all, but in a second, he gently lifts you up from the kitchen chair only to put you down on his lap: despite turning human, he still remains ridiculously tall and strong. Not that you complain, melting in his embrace as he rubs his nose against your temple, his tender hand on your back. Against all odds, there's nothing you dislike about him. Even putting aside all his heroic acts to protect you in the other world, he seems like a pure, gentle soul who would always prioritize your safety and comfort above all else. You can't understand why he chose to help you the moment he saw you, but you don't feel like it's important. All these months, your only mission was to give him home, to pay him back for everything he's done for your sake.

Yet, somehow, it feels like both of you found home in each other.

[tempobaekh]

Cheater!

pairings: daryl dixon x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, crack, chaos, yelling?, alcohol consumption

a/n: i saw this one video on tiktok this one and IT SOUNDS SO ACCURATE TO MAGGIE and i feel like she is the veryyy competitive type with underlying anger issues when it comes to board games LMAOOOO so i had to quickly write this before i lose motivation

The night air in Alexandria was cool, the gentle hum of distant cicadas blending with the occasional burst of laughter from inside your house.

Inside, the hum of laughter and the faint clink of glass echoed in your small Alexandria house as the six of you sat around the table. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stood proudly in the middle, surrounded by empty shot glasses, bowls of whatever slightly stale snacks you’d scavenged, and a stack of worn board games you’d brought back from the latest supply run.

After stumbling upon the box of board games on a supply run, you’d insisted on a game night.

The night had started innocently enough—Rick had vetoed Twister (his knee couldn’t handle it), Glenn had no clue how to play Scrabble, and Michonne had made it abundantly clear that Risk wasn’t an option. But when you and Carol suggested UNO, everyone agreed instantly.

The game started off simple enough. Glenn was the first to suffer Maggie’s wrath, groaning loudly when she dropped a Wild Draw Four on him.

“Seriously?” Glenn whined, stacking cards in his hand. “How do you have three of these?”

Maggie shrugged innocently, though the smug smile on her face was far from innocent.

Rick and Michonne exchanged knowing looks, already predicting Maggie’s reign of terror. Carol, sitting on your left, shook her head with a soft chuckle. “Don’t let her fool you, Glenn,” she said, her voice teasing. “She’s always had that sweet, innocent act down to an art.”

But to everyone’s surprise, Daryl was catching on—and fast.

A few rounds in, the tension was palpable. Maggie had two cards left, Glenn was drowning in a sea of colors, since she had won this round first, Carol relaxed and took a sip of her drink, and Rick was down to his last card, eyeing everyone suspiciously. Michonne was unnervingly calm, while you kept trying to suppress your giggles as Daryl muttered curses under his breath whenever the game turned against him.

Your boyfriend had been hesitant to play at first, grumbling about how he didn’t grow up playing games and didn’t see the point. But after a quick explanation of the rules and a few drinks, he’d started to get the hang of it, though his stubbornness and blunt demeanor didn’t make him the easiest player to deal with.

But again, he was getting the rhythm of the game.

“Daryl, your turn,” you said, nudging him.

He flicked through his cards, pausing dramatically before slapping down a Reverse card.

Rick groaned. “You serious, man? I was about to win!”

“That’s the point,” Daryl replied with a small, satisfied smirk.

Maggie narrowed her eyes. “You’re gettin’ too good at this, Dixon.”

“I’m just playin’ the game,” he shot back, shrugging.

You leaned over and whispered in his ear, “You’re doing great, babe.”

He grunted, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Carol chuckled softly beside you, her tone was full of sarcasm as she spoke to Daryl. “Looks like you’ve got some hidden talents, Dixon. Who knew?”

“Shut it,” Daryl muttered, though his lips twitched upward.

Now, a few rounds into the game, you were well past "simple" at this point. The table was littered with half-eaten pretzels, discarded cards, and a growing storm of drunken competitiveness. Maggie had turned out to be surprisingly vicious—who knew such a sweet, Southern farm girl could have such a cutthroat streak?

Right now everyone in the room was watching an actual showdown between Maggie and Daryl over one particularly heated round.

“Alright,” Maggie drawled, narrowing her eyes at Daryl. She had just played a Draw Four card, and he was staring at his cards like they’d personally offended him. “Your turn, Dixon.”

Daryl glared at his hand, chewing on his bottom lip. “Ain’t got nothin’,” he grumbled, drawing from the deck. He was sitting slightly hunched over, his shaggy hair casting shadows over his intense blue eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” Maggie said smugly. “Two cards left for me. Better luck next time, boys and girls.”

You leaned back, sipping your drink, enjoying the sight of your man starting to get fired up.

“Oh yeah?” Daryl suddenly said, slapping a red card on the pile with a little too much gusto. “There. Done.”

Maggie blinked at him. “Wait. Did you—did you just put your second-to-last card down?”

“Yeah,” Daryl said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Maggie’s Southern accent sharpened in frustration as she threw her hands up. “You cheatin’ son of a bitch! You’re supposed to say ‘UNO’ when you only got one card left!” she bellowed.

That got everyone’s attention. Glenn choked on his drink, Rick coughed into his hand to cover a laugh, and Michonne leaned back, shaking her head in disbelief. You slapped a hand over your mouth, trying desperately to stifle your giggles.

Carol, calmly munching on a pretzel, raised an eyebrow. “She’s not wrong, Daryl,” she chimed in, her tone light.

Daryl blinked at Carol then turned to Maggie and shrugged. “I said one.”

“You’re supposed to say UNO,” Maggie hissed, jabbing a finger toward him, her cheeks flushed. “It’s a Mexican game!”

Daryl squinted at Maggie, clearly trying to decide whether she was messing with him. "What the hell’s bein’ Mexican got to do with it? I said it!"

Carol smirked at the exchange, leaning toward you. “Think we should step in?” she whispered.

“Absolutely not,” you replied, grinning. “This is gold.”

The argument continued for another solid two minutes before Michonne finally intervened, smirking as she threw down a Reverse card. “You know what? Let’s settle this the old-fashioned way—Daryl gets two penalty cards, and Maggie has to sit out a turn for yelling.”

“Fair!” you said, trying to stifle your giggles.

Carol nodded sagely. “Sounds like justice to me.”

“Fine,” Maggie grumbled, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her chair.

“Whatever,” Daryl muttered, snatching his penalty cards and glaring at the table. But you caught the tiny, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth—he knew he’d gotten under Maggie’s skin, and he was damn proud of it.

"Daryl Dixon, you’re the worst UNO player I’ve ever met," Maggie finally said.

"And you’re the loudest," he grumbled, glaring at her before throwing a wild card onto the pile. "Red."

As the game resumed, you leaned over and nudged him with your elbow. “Hey, Uno champ,” you whispered, grinning. “You’re lucky I am here, or Maggie might’ve actually decked you.”

Daryl gave you a side glance, his lips twitching into a small smirk. “Ain’t scared of her.”

“Sure you’re not,” you teased, watching as he focused back on his cards.

Carol laughed from her spot, shaking her head and whispering to you. “Honestly, I think Maggie was about three seconds away from throwing that deck at his face."

As the next round began, the tension dissipated, though Maggie was clearly watching Daryl like a hawk. Every time he picked up a card or played one, she muttered under her breath, and you swore he started intentionally dragging it out just to rile her up.

The last round of the game had devolved into absolute chaos, and you were pretty sure no one had played by the rules for at least three rounds. By the time the game finally ended, Rick was cuddling Michonne in the corner, while she had claimed victory, Carol began cleaning up the card, and Glenn and Maggie were bickering over who had drunk the last of the whiskey. 

After a while of just talking and joking, the others decided to call it a night and began bidding you and Daryl good night and heading out the door. 

After everyone had departed, you and Daryl started cleaning, albeit his movements were a little slower than usual because of the alcohol.

"You really did good tonight," you teased, stacking the cards into their box.

"Good?" he muttered, raising an eyebrow. "I kicked her ass."

You laughed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Sure you did, Dixon. Sure you did."

Note: gifs, pictures, and header DOES NOT belong to me. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS!! Feedback and reblog is appreciated.<3

[blueberrymocha]

hugging them ᯤ¡! ❞

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╰┈➤ fluff

➣ characters: gon, killua, kurapika, leorio, hisoka, illumi, chrollo

➣ word count: x

➣ a/n: happy holidays :D here’s my 102929282th attempt at being active

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gon

- would instantly hug back

- actually you're lucky if he doesn't full on tackle you

- he's very affectionate and does not care when, where or why

- so generally, he's always got an arm over your shoulder

- or his hand intertwined with yours

- or anything that involves touch

killua

- is frozen

- his first reaction might've been that there's some threat from the sudden touch

- especially if you snuck up on him

- as soon as he realized it was you, he just stood there awkwardly

- maybe bringing a hand to rest on your head

- he doesn't really strike me as the hugging type

- but it's not like he's gonna push you away

- would tease you after

"so clingy, did you miss me that much?"

kurapika

- he doesn't like touch at all from people he's not extremely close with

- so if you'd just started dating or weren't at that level yet he'd just stand there and nudge you away

- but once he's warmed up to you more, he's actually pretty touch starved

- so he'd hug you back

- but he holds you tight and doesn't let go for a while

- after that, as long as you initiate, he's down with it

leorio

- has the most normal reaction

"hello to you too, anyway"

- just gonna hug you back quickly then continue on with what he was doing

- maybe kiss the top of your head or ask what's up

- you guys would hug an average amount so it's not out of the ordinary for either of you to initiate

hisoka

- surprisingly, he tenses up

- there’s just never been a time in his life where someone was outright gentle with him

- yet as much as his muscles are begging to let lose, to counterattack—because to him, contact was negative—he doesn’t pull away

- for the simple reason being that it’s you

- he knows you, and he’ll never admit it, but some part of him trusts you

- so in the split second of his mind anticipating violence; he’ll merely stand there, almost awkwardly

- once his senses come back to him, he quickly summons his playful persona to tease you

illumi

- he recognizes it as a sign of affection, thinking back to all the couples he’d seen do this motion

- so he’ll wrap an arm around you too, in a very stiff way

- the first few times you hug him, he probably thinks it’s a little silly

- but he doesn’t want to needlessly upset you by pulling away

- eventually, if you do it enough, he’ll lean his head on yours or ask about your day

- all of that’s assuming you’re in privacy, if you were in public, he’d politely step out of the embrace

chrollo

- he finds it genuinely adorable, a small and rare smile on his face

- he’d never tolerate touch from anyone else

- but you’re a clear exception

- he’ll hold you for a few moments before pulling away,

- his face returning to his usual neutral expression

- but you can tell by the look of love in his eyes that he can’t help but think about how lucky he is

- and how precious you are

[revelboo]

Nobody:

Nobody at all:

Me even before Thanksgiving ends: 🎁🎄🎁🎄🤶☃️☃️☃️🎄🎄❄️🌨

Anyway, I hope you had a MARVELOUS Thanksgiving with friends and family, making memories that last!🦃🍁

I wonder how TFE Megs and his friend are doing…..

Oh, no, no! 😂 It’s supposed to snow this weekend and I just want to run away to Orlando, but it’s a ten hour drive. There’s no escape

Give Up/ Give In Pt 10

TF Earthspark Megatron x Reader

• Back against the wall, his head falls forward as he fights recharge just to keep an eye on the small form curled up on the air mattress beside him. Occasionally reaching out to ghost his servos over you, not touching but flirting with it. Knows you’re safe here and that nothing would happen to you if he did rest. But he just can’t make himself relax enough, because he keeps thinking about how you look to him. Throughout the afternoon and into the night, you’d kept turning to find him even as you spoke with the Terrans or Bumblebee. Like you needed to reassure yourself that he hadn’t left you. That he’s still there.

• And he’s not sure what to make of it. His followers had looked to him for direction, but never like this. Like he’s needed, like you’re lost without him. Even before the Decepticon ranks began to splinter, they had needed him as a catalyst, a figurehead. Nothing more. Not like you do. Servos making another slow pass over you, he freezes when you roll and the back of your hand slides against him. Curling tighter into a ball with a little sound, that’s almost pain. A nightmare? Those he understands, and he frowns as you kick out a leg nearly kicking your blankets off. Struggling in the grip of whatever’s got its claws in you. Remembering the battle? Guilt makes him reach for you as you lash out with a little hand.

• The nightmare and reality blend together in a confusing blur as servos wrap around you and lift you. And you struggle against that grip, Megatron had saved you, but in your nightmares, those servos grip you too tightly, breaking you as those red optics glow with cold, indifferent fire. “Breathe, little one.” That deep voice. Part of the dream or reality? Waking up with a bone deep shudder, you’re aware that he’s holding you cradled against him. That he’s stroking along your spine with a servo and staring down at you in worry when you look up. “You’re alright.”

• Lying in his palm, you stare up at him. Your heart beating so fast against his servos as he carefully reaches to nudge your hair from your face. Not that surprised when you press your face into the crook of his servos to hide your face from him. “I’m okay,” you mumble against him, but he doesn’t believe it. There’d been fear in your eyes when you’d woken, you must be having nightmares about the battle. Dreaming Starscream had you or that your car had been crushed? He doesn’t know, and isn’t sure how to do this. How to get you to open up, when he’s so used to bottling everything up himself, burying it deep. Letting his head fall back, his optics shutter. You need someone like Bumblebee, someone who knows how to help you. He knows it, but it doesn’t sit right with him when you’re his to tend to.

• Pressing yourself against his servos, you slowly relax as the nightmare fades. Because no matter what he did in the past, these hands are so gentle with you. He worries over you, like now as his servos stroke over you. Trying to soothe you even if he’s not sure how, gentle touches that make it easier to breathe. The fear washing out of you until you can turn your head and peek up at him again. His expression uncertain as he watches you. “Thank you.”

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[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Plot twists that could be funny.

Charlie wants everyone to bond, but Angel gets to pick the activity so he tries taking them all to a little old fashioned place he knows that's sorta from around when he died.

And it's a strip joint, with gin and jazz. Charlie thinks it's... interesting, but definitely not great. Watching Alastor like he might explode at the sudden influx of naked people on stage.

Only to be completely thrown off guard as Mimzy comes hurtling out from the manager's office to greet them, and Alastor speaks to a number of the dancers by name. Unbothered by the sudden number of bodies pressing close, implying this is definitely Not the first time he's been here.

Husk doesn't seem surprised, at least, and ends up chatting to someone currently on the pole to their immediate left. Nothing sensual, he seems to be asking about how their latest attempt at gardening with hellplants was turning out. And the utterly inverted sequined sinner there is answering excitedly, moving through the routine while chatting about fire proof gloves and fertiliser types.

Niffty is briefly lost but then located rapidly spinning around a pole and giggling madly. She looks like a one person tornado, more blur than person, as several of the dancers look on in a fondly exasperated way.

Mimzy is initially mad at them all, primarily Alastor, but brushes it off with a general "Oh I just can't stay mad at you, doll... come get a drink!" and in a blink everyone is seated across several squished together plush couches in one of the quieter corners.

Dancers are everywhere, all varieties, costumes well made and maintained from a very 1920s to 1950s style. Angel can't help but ask about them, he knows Val would never let him in something so old fashioned but... maybe just for him, at the hotel, you know?

Mimzy nudges Alastor, and the Radio Demon rolls his eyes in a friendly yet put upon manner, before twirling a finger. Instantly switching Angel's attire out for something akin to that of the other ladies, gentlemen and assorted sinners present with no particular inclination in either direction.

"I don't believe this falls under the purview of the facilities manager but... as needs must. Do let me know if it pinches, Rosie is far superior at clothing magicks, she can work out sizing merely by eyeballing you across a crowded room. Remarkable."

Mimzy crosses her arms, scowling. "Hey, we don't mention her here... you know that."

"Apologies, I thought you were over that little spat."

"She started it, she can apologise for it."

"I do believe you were the one that set her Emporium on fire first, Mim, which would warrant a smidge of grovelling on your part, no?"

"Hey, whose side are you on anyway? She's so fuckin' uptight and..."

Radio dials flash in a gentle warning. "Magnolia, I daresay you may have had enough to drink, if you are falling into such melancholy thoughts... perhaps you should take dear Charlotte to the dancefloor and show her how to move, hmmm?"

"Yeah, yeah... you'd think alla that work together when we was alive would count for something, but I know you like her better..." she mumbles, clearly trying to sway the man as she storms off. "Princess, you know anything about the Lindey Hop? Cause you're about to!"

The princess shoots a mildly terrified smile at Vaggie before she was dragged away to a side area near the bar where patrons were trying to move to the fast-paced music. Dancers spun intermittently on small stages and well-anchored table tops about the bar area, moving in well choreographed actions to the same music that had sinners shaking the floorboards.

It was a very strange place to be, but the alcohol kept flowing, so who was to naysay it?

Angel, running fingers over the intricate beading of his attire, drops boldly into Alastor's lap and puts a pair of hands around the Overlord's neck. He feels the frission of static zip up his fur, and briefly rethinks if this was wise... but the other relaxes.

"Angel, I hadn't assumed you so foolish as to land in the literal lap of a second overlord..." Alastor teases, and Husk lets out a soft breath of relief nearby. There's at least two of Mimzy's crew brushing his wings out right now as they chatted, drinks passed around as conversation rose and fell between songs.

"Hey, I just wanna say thanks for the outfit, it's fuckin' amazing! Always wanted something like this, back when I was alive but... my dad woulda probably killed me if I'd nabbed one. Did NOT like the whole queer thing, I tell ya." Angel beamed, a second pair of hands stroking the bodice. "You said Rosie does this sorta thing to? The Canibal Overlord? I thought her crew were all ankle-length dresses and like..." He gestures to all of Alastor.

"Ah, a common misconception... dear Rosie is an amazing seamstress, as are the cannibals and bettes under her tutelage. Why, I believe that before Miss Velvette was around, a number of items for your... employer... were created by Cannibal Town. I understand, from what you have shown in your movies, that the quality has taken quite the turn for the worse in recent times."

Angel snorts, covering his face with one set of hands and wrapping the others around his torso as he laughed. "Only... only you would watch one'a my films and notice the shitty quality of the fabric an' props, Al... fuck, you better nevah change, cause you're a riot when you wanna be."

"Indeed. Husker, my good man, would you please do a little twirl for your beau?"

"Do a what for my what now?" the bemused and now wary cat replied. "Aw, come on..."

With a snap, the cat was now in an equally ornate outfit to rival Angel's, and Husker's shoulder sagged. He did look marvellous, and the yellow suited him, but the reluctance at the sudden costume change was evident in his half-shuffle-turn, ending the move with a sarcastic Ta-Da with angry spirit fingers.

Angel nearly fell off Alastor's lap in surprise. Oh, he was going to have to get the kitty to wear that again, later, in their room... sucks that he didn't have anything to offer the deer back for this little gift. Well, nothing that he knew Al would want... unless the guy wanted something smuggled up from Lust Ring through some back alley connections. No judgement. Angel had the hook up for primo toys...

Theatrically, he leaned over toward the nearest ear and said, "Best gift. Ever. Can I offer to suck ya-..." and bursts into laughter as he is immediately moved to a nearby chair by a hastily conjured tentacle. "I mean, I can work with tentacles too, y'know..."

"Husker, do deal with your man, he seems to have lost his sense of self preservation. " Alastor grins, a genuine thing that seemed to reach around the edges of the ever-present smile. He flicks his gaze to an overwhelmed looking Vaggie, who was awkwardly trying to converse with several fast talking dancers around her. Eye also trailing after a flustered looking Charlie who was being absolutely hurled about the dance floor by Mimzy.

Somehow, Niffty seemed to be in the mix, and it wasn't clear how that even worked but her added weight helped counterbalance the enthusiasm of Mimzy's tosses and twirls.

Vaggie caught him looking and her gaze hardened. "What are you looking at? Don't do anything creepy, because I will stab you if you try."

"Oh relax, Vagathina-May Junebug the fourth. I was merely taking... measurements."

"Taking-...? Wait, what did you call me?"

"Well Vaggellina von Taxpayer, I noted you seemed a little tense. There is no one here who is an actual threat to you or your darling Charlotte, many here who would indeed 'throw hands' as they say to protect her. You can... how did angel put it the other day? 'Unclench before you strain something'." Alastor adds, twilring his finger.

Vaggie chokes off a noise of worried anger as she suddenly finds herself wearing something rivalling that of the others in the establishment, of a pale pink that matched her eye. It was lovely, but she felt so... exposed.

"Why did you-...?"

"Ah, ah, ah!" He waggled a finger at her, and the grin turned mischevious. "Just wait for it..."

A soft gasp from behind made Vaggie whirl to find a flustered Charlie standing there, drinking in the sight with obvious wonderment in those lovely eyes. Vaggie couldn't help the way her heart pounded at the adoration there, but let her hair fall over her shoulders to cover up.

"Oh no, are you cold? Here, take my jacket!" Charlie rushes forwards, and wouldn't you know it, the jacket fits perfectly with the outfit, as if someone made it as part of a set. She briefly wants to thank and throttle the smug bastard in their perispheral.

Niffty was flung overhead and caught lazily in a tendril, dropped back to the floor to scurry back to Mimzy, who delighted in hurtling the tiny maid in all directions as they danced raucously.

Angel had succeeded in getting Husk to laugh and at least partially dance along with him. Charlie was looking at Vaggie, and then turning pleading eyes on the Radio Demon... who roleld his own, and provided a red outfit for her. Not quite the business suits she favoured, but definitely lovely on her.

Charlie would have taken the world by storm if she'd been a model during the flapper era, she was made for the look. Lucifer probably was too, more's the pity... angels had a way of making anything look majestic on them. Speaking of, it was a surprise his majesty hadn't popped in to bother them all with a new duck, today.

Charlie had tried to have him come along to bond with the group, but he had 'paperwork' to deal with apparently. Alastor had snarked that patenting a new design for a toy no one would be able to safely give to a child, hardly qualified... but the King had thrown hellfire at his head in retaliation as he dissolved into shadow. So the pair were 0:0 in terms of their ongoing dad-off.

"Vaggie you look so cute! I wanna dance with you, you'll never believe the moves I just learned!"

"Okay, okay, I guess we can try. Just don't fling me about too much, I just got my wings back and it's taking time to rebalance when I do weird athletic things."

Angel's incoming innuendo is forestalled by Husk putting a paw over the man's mouth. "No."

The eyebrows waggle all the same, suggesting what the mouth could not. Several of the dancers laughed, groups moving in and out of the area as their routines cued up or ended.

They were delighted to show off moves, talk about gossip, or generally just interact with people who weren't interested in getting handsy. Angel was delighted to chat with other people in the bizz, and subtly ask about how it paid... what Mimzy was like as a boss, and share gossip about the whole loan shark fiasco.

Husker still looked like someone had pissed in his drink anytime the vivacious little flirt Mimzy was within line of sight. Too many run ins with her nonsense had given him a natural inclination to dislike her.

Still, the way she treated her people was good... even if she did see Al and previously even Rosie before their falling out, as a Get out of Jail card more than a person. He always wondered what she'd been like alive... but from the few things he'd gotten out of Al about it, she was pretty much the same reckless floozy then too.

Across the room, in one of the dim areas, someone was getting a tad aggressive. There was always one fucker who just couldn't understand the whole 'look with your eyes, not with your hands' thing everyone else had mastered as itty little kids.

Mimzy pulled an obscenely long-barrelled revolver from her cleavage, leaving more than a few wondering how that had fit. "Alright, I've gotta go eject someone before he hurts... is that Sapphire? Looks like 'em." She pauses, blinking coquettishly, "Unless you wouldn't mind putting the fear'a You into a rude customer?"

"Only for the sake of dear Sapphire's continued wellbeing, I suppose..." Alastor sighs dramatically, snapping his fingers as he dissolved into shadow.

Whatever Angel had been expecting, and let's be real he was hoping for big spooky Al to eat the guy the way Angel sometimes dreamed of the resident overlord disposing of Valentino for him... it didn't pan out. The porn star's jaw nearly hits the floor when Alastor rematerialises sitting the in the problem customer's lap, startling the weird dinosaur looking Sinner enough to make him let go of the dancer he'd been harrassing.

"What the-...?"

"Well now, my good man, I do believe this is the part where we keep our hands to ourselves or someone might eat them, yes indeedy!"

"The fuck are you to come between me and that whore? I paid for 'em, they're gonna do what I want-..." the bravado died down as static filled the air, that grin went wider and more menacing as the shadows darkened. "...wait fuck, please... I didn't mean-... didn't know this was under your protection... please?!"

"Oh, far too late for that, you foolish little lizard. You may need to learn some manners the hard way, and-..." he pauses, "can you at least try not to find this threat to your life arousing? Someone might get the wrong idea and have to tear it off. Ah, there we good, go show."

Shadows darkened in that area, blocking off the view but not the screams... and then it was gone. Only the newer patrons appeared affected in any way, shaken and looking to be on their best behaviour all of a sudden.

The dancers and Mimzy kept moving as normal, a few comforting the shaken Sapphire, as Niffty swooped in to deal with the few blood splatters on the wall as Alastor materialised back by the booths.

"Thanks Al, let me get you a drink as thanks. That guy came in three times last week just to pester poor Sapph, and the week before that he'd lucked out with Neptune over there. Thought we'd run him off good last time, but he's either dumber or more resilient than we thought." Mimzy adds, flicking a hand at a nearby dancer to retrieve the drink.

"Of course, Magnolia... he could have used a bit of seasoning, but, perhaps his time reforming will give the fool a chance to work on his manners."

"Psst, remember ya gotta call me Mimzy down here... ain't gotta lotta sway when you sound too flowery."

"Oh, and I suppose the fact you and Rosie were a floral pair has nothing to do with it... Maggie?" he teases, and she baps him on the face in playful fury. Alastor laughs in response and she rolls her black eyes.

"Thanks for stopping him." Sapphire exhales, appearing boneless with relief. They clenched their fists as if wanting to shake hands or hug or soemthing, but couldn't quite get their limbs to work right.

"Think nothing of it, you know I do like to directly discourage bad behaviour at Mimzy's holdings. You deserve respect and dignity as well, never forget that."

Angel felt, somewhat, that last statement was aimed his way too as the dancers fawned over the Radio Demon. He did appear surprised by the response, but smoothed over the momentary microexpression with nonchalance.

Hah, I saw that, mister. Angel felt he'd never get a better chance to rattle the Overlord. "Hey Al, you uh... seem a little overdressed considering what you whipped up for the rest of the hotel crew. You gonna make it fair, or keep being all old timey on us?"

The radio dials he got back made the spider laugh rather than shake in fear. They snapped back to normal.

"True, in the spirit of equality... but only for a moment. Should certain people find out, we'd have a whole other problem on our hands." Alastor capitulates, his attire shifting to an entirely too-red yet somehow fitting outfit. The fact that most of the dancers seemed nonplussed by it suggested that perhaps this was not the first time he'd been seen in something outrageous around them.

Angel had always wondered about that 'turns into a kitten' statement Mimzy made first time they met her. What that could even look like with a guy so uptight as Alastor, and if that was code for 'got roaring / shitfaced / zozzled drunk beyond belief and did weird insane crap no one would believe if you told 'em'.

Starting to think that may be true.

Alastor gestured again and his normal attire returned. "Satisfied?"

"Oooh, deer daddy, not as satisfied as I could make yo-..." Angel lost the sultry edge as a wet napkin plopped him in the face.

"Enough of that, thank you."

Vaggie seemed like she was considering gouging out her own eye, a thousand yard stare there. Charlie was patting her shoulder and marvelling at the lovely wall tiles. Probably felt like her weird uncle just turned up in something way too revealing to the family potluck. But Angel could store that image away for future use.

"Well, Mimzy my dear we have had a splendid evening but I do believe we need to get certain sinners back to bed because I believe at least one person has an early meeting to attend and another has to be up before lunch for their shift." Alastor said, smoothly, subtly gathering up Hazbin staff and guests alike.

Vaggie was frowning, looking right at Alastor's chest.

Angel understood, he was pretty fucking impressed that the Radio Demon could hide such a ridiculous amount of fluff under those weird bondage suspender things a'his without giving the game away. Gave him a pinch of envy to think about comparing them.

Still, looked soft... wonder what he'd have to barter to test it out, for comparison reasons. He knew Husk's fur was almost as soft as Angel's own, especially the chest fluff, but what about Al?

"Alastor, I need to talk to you about-..." Vaggie started, voice cutting off as the lights sparked violently and the live band petered out.

Only then did he hear Husk swear, as the blinking red dot on a security camera started to go insane, the tech seizing as the Television Demon hurtled through it to rematerialise across from them.

"ALASTOR!" he thundered, seam venting from the sides of his head as the fans whirred.

"Ah... fuck." Looking rather betrayed, Alastor glared at Mimzy. "You didn't mention the cameras, dear... would have been ideal to know when we arrived."

She shrugged sheepishly. "I forgot... a gal's sometimes four sheets to the wind."

"The saying is Three Sheets to the Wind, but I did not you took a whole bottle of gin for yourself, so I understand the mathematics involved."

"Aw fuck off, Al... you want me to send him packing? I've had enough'a him pestering you."

"It's fine, I can-..."

"I will always find you, Alastor... you can't hide from me!" Vox laughs, striding forwards like a shark through a school of fish as patrons fled. "Liked the little number from before, maybe we can negotiate that making a comeback, hmm? Time to stop this bullshit and join m-... the Vees."

He pauses in shock as a glass smashes across his face, alcohol dripping down his fancy suit. Someone's sharp stripper heel draws blood from his shoulder as they swing it violently in his direction.

"Gettouta here!" shouts a dancer, picking up a drink coaster and throwing it next, as the echidna-like dancer next to her smashes a bottle against the bar for an impromptu weapon. A third and fourth are picking up chairs from nearby, fur up in a threat display.

Others seem to have attended the Mimzy school of well-concealed weaponry, as they are pulling them from locations in skintight attire where it passed beyond improbable and landed squarely in physically impossible territory. One should not be able to manifest a bazooka like that...

Several of the others were simply blocking the way, and jeering the television.

"You're just a creep who don't understand the meaning of No, and we don't like your kind here."

"We told ya not to come here, before, Vox. Take your little eye trick home."

"Looks like there's a lotta us, and one of you, you sentient toaster. Wanna dance?"

"Fuck off you flat faced motherfucker!"

"Well, I do love the enthusiasm, but I can certainly deal with him on my own." Alastor added, ears twitching in unmitigated delight as Sapphire and someone he knew to be called Petrichor (of all things) managed to get a feather boa about the television's throat and tried strangling him.

There were a lot of weapons aimed at Vox right now, he didn't dare try discharging volts at the employees. But his gaze landed on Alastor, eye spinning as he seethed with unbridled rage, the impotence in that moment conflicting with his obsessive desires.

"Call off your little sluts, Al, this is beneath you. hiding behind filth like this rather than fighting me of your own accord... and even then, why fight? You know full well we could be great together."

"For someone able to access apparently everything on your little electronic web, you certainly struggle with the concept of-..."

"He said no, ya ugly motherfucker, now back off or I blow your circuits across the city!" Mimzy cries, cutting off what was certainly building up to be a cutting remark from Alastor.

"Oho, but it's not a choice anymore is it, Al?" Vox grinned, and the Overlord has the distinct recollection of that drone at the battlesite. "We can protect you, Vel can erase all traces of that video from the internet... no one has to know about what happened to your staff. You just have to stop this whole... not interested nonsense and meet me halfway."

"Still no, but thanks for calling in. That's all the time we have for today, so do try your luck next century..."

"Fucking-... fight me properly you coward!" Vox yells, and lights pop. With a wave of his hand, Alastor replaces them, and Niffty has the shards swept away before any hit the floor.

Sapphire yanks back on the boa. "Hey, stop talkin' to him."

"Yeah, we said you need to leave and this time we're not taking no for an answer. How's that feel, you teletubby-looking bastard?!"

"This really is unnecessary, all..." Alastor tries to diffuse the situation before anyone got hurt. Also deeply puzzling what in the Seven Rings a teletubby was...

"Nah, we got this." Chirps an angelic looking thing barely taller than Niffty at his side, he recalls their name is Oregano... and never got around to asking why they went with that. They open their pretty pink lips to reveal rows upon rows of vicious teeth as they smile. "You protect us all'a the time, it's our turn now. We don't like what he tries, Mr Alastor... not then, not now."

Oregano launches at Vox and gets quite the death grip on one shoulder as the Overlord shrieks in disjointed static. It's like watching a chihauha latch onto a great white, and win.

"Fuck fuck fFFFFfuuu<<<cccKKK! Fi111ne33, but yo0000u'll bee3 sorry wh333-...n the video h111ts Hell... that H0te333l won't b3333 s4aaaf333 anymo00000re333..." Vox snarls, finally realising he was in a no win situation. He couldn't hypnotise this many sinners in all directions in person, and discharging at this distance would only incur Alastor's wrath. "N333xttt T1111mmmmmeee333..."

So saying, Vox hurled himself back into the nearest light fixture as the bulb popped. Niffty had it managed immediately.

Alastor rolled his eyes, waved at the disarray until it snapped back to order, and grinned at Mimzy. "Well, that was certainly dramatic... ah, he hasn't truly learned anything in all these decades. I shall relish finding a way to turn him into a fine dining experience... after I work out which parts are even still organic." He laughed.

Mimzy elbows him in the hip. "Hey, you be careful a'that one, he's like one of them poisonous blowfish things. You eat the wrong bit and it' kills you."

"Nevermind all that, is anyone actively injured? Dear Miss Vaggaline here is quite the field medic when needed. Congratulations on collectively repelling the repulsive overlord with nothing more than his least favourite thing... social disapproval."

Charlie is suddenly hugging him while trying not to make physical contact. A baffling situation. "Ohmygosh Al, are you okay? That was awful... why did he...? How did he even know...?"

Angel rubbed at his nape. "Yeah, sorry I talked you inta the outfit thing, Smiles... didn't know ya had a technostalker who might take it as an invitation."

"Oh do lighten up, team! I assure you that this is nothing in the grand scale of things between Vox and I, merely a delightful occurrence wherein I was not the one forced to tear him limb from limb. The lovely hosts of this fine establishment showed him what-for in grand fashion!"

"Yeah, but what he said was... kinda worrying. He acted like he wanted to own you, like... the way Val does ta me." Angel pressed.

Alastor paused, smile thinning. "Because he does. When Vox cannot have what he wants, he tries to take, to force and to persuade. Thankfully, his abilities and mine are too similar for his little hypnotic trick to work, so he is easily kept at bay. He will be back, but not for a while, so let us not ruin a good evening out with such a sour note. I understand that the band members are setting up again... who cares to dance?"

"I will. Show me that weird swing thing that Mimzy did with Charlie." Vaggie says, stepping up and surprising even herself. Alastor still takes her hand, leading her to the dancefloor as the instruments begin to play once more.

Several of the dancers had broken off into groups to laugh about their victory, and yet more gravitated to the dancefloor. Almost dancing too close, as if nervous to be far from him. It was clearly bothering the overlord, but he persisted... showing Vaggie a slowed version of the dance until her confidence began to rise.

"How do you get that kick move in there? I... I can't see it well with my eye and I don't want to fall over." Vaggie asks, and he demonstrates for her once more, as she copies. Elation flooding through her as she manages it properly. Her hand grips onto his, and Alastor looks to the ex-orcist in surprise, eyes darting over her as if assessing for ailment.

"I know you're hurt. I saw... something... when you switched outfits, and it looked angry. I also know you and Adam fought, but he came after Charlie afterwards. Is that what Vox has on you?"

He actually has to pause his movement or risk stumbling, wide-eyed at her audacity. She hoped Heaven could hear the clang of her big metallic bollocks as she buckled in to this course of action, deciding to push further.

"It doesn't matter if that's it... I know we don't really get along, not well at least. You're hiding something, and I don't trust that you can get around it to tell the truth of why you're at the hotel... but you fought for us, so I trust in your actions if not your words. However, you are part of the hotel Alastor, and that means we can protect you too. Whether you like it or not."

"There's no need, it's simply a passing issue that will resolve..."

"Not if what I think happened, happened." She retorts. "That stupid axe of his was formed from the Grace Heaven gave him, the stuff that makes Angels. It's like acid to sinner bodies, like concentrated angelic steel that is semi-alive. If you did get hit with it... there are ways to fix it. But they take time... time you might be unable to fully use your powers, and time where you would need to trust that others could protect you."

"As I said there's-..."

"No, I'm talking. It's me being calm and rationale, or Charlie sobbing all over you until you're a soggy mess. I think you'd prefer me, somehow." Vaggie preens, knowing she has him verbally cornered. "If, for example, Vox had a video of Adam winning against you and wounding you, and if he let it out to the masses... you would be safe at the hotel. Anyone coming to challenge you would meet with me, with Angel, with Husk and Charlie and possibly Niffty but I'm still not sure her motivations. Because, you fucking dumbass, you're a part of the hotel... and you fought for us, so we'll return the favour. Same as how these guys all decided to throw hands with an Overlord to protect your honour. Or whatever."

"...your support is... appreciated."

"So you'll let us help?" she queries, suspicious at the lack of fight.

"I dont believe there is much choice, based on the expressions of those around us enslaved to their little telecommunications devices."

Phones bleeped with incoming news as Vox went about his cruel revenge, joyfully broadcasting the footage of an Overlord taken down by the First Man. Leaving the handy little tidbit that Alastor was injured and unguarded right now.

"Well, fuck." Vaggie mutters. She drags the taller overlord across the floor to the other Hotel inhabitants. "Alright everyone, time to go home and lock the doors for a bit. Charlie, hun, can you call your dad?"

She feels Alastor stiffen and jerks her hand off his arm. "Hey, the King can be enough of a deterrant for most to reconsider blowing out the walls on us... and if soeone gets in, we handle them."

Alastor narrows his eyes but then snaps back to a patently fake smile. He whirls on Mimzy and kisses her hand, theatrically. "My dear, what an intriguing night you have provided us, and our sincerest apologies for the whole Vox intrustion. I trust that you and our dear dancer friends will not begrudge us attending in future... despite the chaos?"

"You can come anytime, Mr Alastor!" enthused one of the nearby dancers. "We feel safe when you're here to keep the patrons quiet!"

"But, my dear fellow... Iceberg, was it? I saw that all of you have things well in hand even without my presence, based on how easily you overpowered Vox."

"Yeah, but we like t'see ya around, sir!" agrees an amazonian looking sinner, Warratah he believes is her new moniker.

"Ain't nothing that self-important blowhard can say or do that would change our minds. Miss Mimzy and us, we like you... and your friends at the hotel. Come back whenever. I'm getting real good at using throwing knives, so I gotcha covered, huh?" winks Sapphire, waving at the Radio Demon.

"This is all kindsa touching, but we need to get out of here before Vox lets slip where we are in his tantrum and sinners destroy the joint to challenge Al." Husk interjects, Niffty under one arm and Angel snagged in his other paw.

"True. Well, adieu until next time, all. A pleasure, as always." Alastor smiles widely, wining at Mimzy who giggles in response. "Anyone who wants all of their bits and pieces to remain attached in transit should stand close, and remain still."

Charlie went preemptively green and clung to Vaggie. "Okay..." she shuts her eyes and tucked in small. Alastor couldn't help but grin at the reaction before his shades swept up and over them all.

The familiar void a form of safety, of self, and of transportation as needed pulled them towards the destination of the Hotel. Disgorging them all in a mess of shaky limbs as several members forgot how to stand.

Alasto himself felt a tad light headed, and surreptitiously leaned against a wall. Taking so many was a challenge at the best of times, and such a distance... but his chest burned with the strain of his overuse of abilities.

"Are you okay?" Charlie asked, and he cursed her perceptive nature.

"Ah, well, it takes more cognition when... I believe the term is drunk driving?" he jokes, deflecting.

"Nah, I've seen you down half the bar and still be sober enough to go on a hunt... this is something else." Husker, the traitor, added. "That video showed you copping a hell of a hit with that guitar axe overcompensation thing of Adam's... cant have healed fully, not yet."

"Husker... do stop talking before I command you to."

"Or what? You gonna teleport me to the other side of the City right now? Nah. I'll take my chances... now sit down on the couch before you fall down, and I'll get the doors locked."

"Oho, what's everyone doing back here so early? Was it to do with that funny video Clorox sent through the phones earlier about Bambi here losing to Adam?" Comes the unfortunate voice of the King, far too gleeful for anyone.

"Hey, ya Majesty, could you leave it fer now? We had a... well, it was great, except Vox turned up and freaked us all out... and it's been a weird night." Angel interjects, trying to avoid anything specific. "We need to lock the place up before people start trying to get Al's power for themselves."

"Why? Just let them have him, I'll take over as facilities manager, it's a win-win." Lucifer shrugs, and then shrinks at the furious gaze Charlie turns on him.

"Unlike you Dad, I don't turn my back on family when things get hard. Now either help me, help US including Alastor, or go back to your room and make... I don't know... a duck that knows karate that can patrol the grounds or something." She snarls, immediately pulling back at his hurt expression.

Alastor's headache was getting worse, and he startled to find Angel hovering nearby with a cloth of some kind in his vision.

"For ya nose, it's bleeding..." the spider prompts, and Alastor takes it. "You pushed too hard with that teleport thing, didn'tcha? We shoulda called a taxi or something... maybe even Cherri coulda gotten us in her van. Drives like no one else is on the same continent, but we woulda gotten home alive... in a manner of speaking."

"Hah, she is quite bloody-minded, that woman. Admirable." Alastor agreed, vaguely. One ear cocked against the sound of Charlie's words wearing down Lucifer's last resolve, as the King begs for her forgiveness and promises to help.

Golden light fills the area as wards go up around the hotel above and beyond those flagging under Alastor's diminished state.

"Hey, uh... I want you ta know that... what Vox said was fucked up. Not wanting any of the muss and fuss of my line of work... that's valid. Lotta people finding out they're like that these days, and they're allowed to be that way, on earth and even sometimes in hell, cause society lightened up a fraction. Not a lot, but... enough. It's normal enough... Vox's just one'a those powerful white guys from a time when the word No was foreign to 'em."

"Exceptionally true, my friend. And that confusion turns to anger, to a theatrical betrayal in his mind, and then to obsession. One day I will find the time to kill him... but he is not a priority for now." Alastor pauses, trying to think back past the pounding in his head. "And I do not endorse his statements around your profession, you and the lovely employees of Mimzy's bar are professionals in your own right, actors and artisans who provide entertainment in many forms. The only thing vile about it is the people pulling the strings... and I will kill that moth one day, he is more bothersome than I can ever recall him being."

Angel tried to hide the tears in his eyes at the idea of freedom. "Well, then I hope I get to see it, becuase I want to watch him choke on his last breath for all he did to me and the others. But we gotta get you well first, so you can eat the bastards... or, well, maybe not Val... he's got weird spit and blood and stuff make you mad horny and vague. I don't think you want that, or that Pentagram City is ready for a 40 foot tall Radio Demon tripping on an aphrodisiac..."

Alastor frowned at the mental image, feeling dizzy again as he shut his eyes for a moment. "No, that would do something for my reputation... but hardly something I would enjoy having spread about."

"You know what you COULD spread?" Angel waggled his eyebrows, and laughed as a pillow landed on his head from a few feet up. His expression falls serious again. "And uh, you know, if my... statements make you undomfortable... you let me know. I can stop, but ya might need like a squirt bottle or one of them shock collars for naughty dogs."

"Appreciated but not necessary, I enjoy a good deal of... word play... when it..." the sentence felt far away as Alastor's headache seemed to pulse with his heartbeat. His head bumped against Angel's shoulder as things started to feel quite distant.... and then blissfully quiet, like the comfort of his void.

"Smiles? Ah fuck... can I get some help here? He's bleeding and I think he passed out. We shoulda gotten the Short King to portal us back. Lotta excitement tonight. Too much for someone who was apparently hacked in half..." Angel rambled, running his hands through his hair as he balanced Alastor half on his lap with the others.Not daring to look at the crimson mess spreading over the crimson shirt.

"Oh he's being dramatic, the big bab-... oh, well, fuck. Okay, ducling and friends, let's sort this out first and then go deal with whoever is ramming the doors at this time of night." Lucifer says, storming over with golden light swirling over his hands ashe took charge. "See if you can get the idiot awake, I need to know what he did to try and heal it, so I don't cause further harm."

Angel taps the still eerily smiling face. "Hey, Smiles? Strawberry Pimp?" he ignores how that one makes Lucifer wheeze until there are tears in his eyes. "Can you snap out of it for a minute to answer something for me?"

"...mmmm? Angel...? What-..."

"Yeah, can you tell me if you tried anything with your voodoo powers to fix this or whatever?"

"Just... thread..."

Lucifer nods, "Okay, that's fine then. I can do something to dislodge some of the angelic grace in there, but to full y heal it, it will take time."

Distantly, Vaggie can be heard cursing at the hoarde of sinners at their doorstep, threatening eighteen generations and the current ones of each and every would-be overlord's family until they back off in fear.

Husk was holding a sobbing Niffty who was exhausted and worried. He was cajoling in a way that spoke of caring for younger persons before... it made Angel's heart hmm happily.

Lucifer was doing who the fuck knows what, but it involved blinding light in sharp bursts that made Alastor twtich under Angel's hands. The spider mindlessly babbled soothing shit that used to work on Molly and Arakniss when they were younger, when they were ill or hurt.

He was so lost in the moment, that the starlet almost missed it.

"...angel?"

"Huh? Oh, er, yeah Al? What's up?"

"...what..."

"King's fixing up your wound. That's the light show."

"No... what's-..."

Angel let the other blink slowly, and assumed the other had fallen back to sleep. He startled when Al spoke again.

"...what's... a... teletubby?"

Angel burst into hysterical laughter until tears ran from his eyes, and Lucifer leaned over to press a soothing touch of healing through the spider as well to help him settle.

"...never change, Al. Ya fuckin' hilarious."

"Hmmm..." Alastor agreed, and fell still again.

Outside someone was screaming as Razzle roared in full demonic form. Vaggie had stopped 'negotiating' and started impaling.

"We gotta good crew here, Smiles... you just rest, we got your back. Even the Short King... whether he likes it or not."

If it felt like Alastor relaxed just fraction more, well... Angel wasn't no snitch. And he had always been loyal to family.

[i2rizz]

Sunset promises

Fandom: Blue lock

Characters: Kunigami x reader

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows and bathing the park in hues of orange and gold. It was quiet except for the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Kunigami Rensuke walked beside you, his towering frame a reassuring presence. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, his stride steady but tense.

You couldn’t help but notice how distracted he seemed today. Normally, Kunigami was calm and composed, the kind of guy whose presence could ground you in an instant. But now, his auburn eyes were distant, and his jaw was clenched just a little too tight.

“Kunigami,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence. “You’ve been unusually quiet. Is something on your mind?”

His gaze flicked to you briefly, and he chuckled under his breath. “You can tell, huh?”

“Of course I can tell,” you replied, nudging his arm playfully. “What’s up?”

He slowed his pace, letting out a deep sigh before stopping entirely. You turned to face him, a mix of curiosity and concern swirling in your chest.

“It’s… nothing bad,” he said after a moment, his voice steady but quieter than usual. He looked past you, toward the horizon where the sun was beginning to set. “Just… been thinking about some things.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Like what? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Kunigami’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Yeah, I know.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, suddenly looking a little self-conscious. “Let’s keep walking.”

You followed him toward the park’s lookout point, where a wooden railing overlooked the city below. The view was breathtaking—buildings bathed in golden light, the streets alive with the hum of people going about their evening. But your focus was entirely on Kunigami, who leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

“It’s beautiful,” you said softly, leaning beside him.

“Yeah,” he murmured. His voice was distant again, like he was lost in his thoughts.

You placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. “Rensuke. What’s going on?”

He turned to you fully, his auburn eyes locking onto yours. The intensity of his gaze took you by surprise, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about the future,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. “About what I want. Who I want to be. And… who I want to be with.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart started pounding in your chest.

“You’ve always been there for me,” he continued, his tone softening. “Even when things got tough, when I doubted myself, when I felt like I wasn’t enough… you never gave up on me. You believed in me when I couldn’t even believe in myself.”

“Rensuke…” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

He reached out, his warm hand enveloping yours. “I don’t say it enough, but you mean everything to me. And I don’t want to keep taking that for granted. I want you to know how much you matter. How much I care about you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and you blinked them back, a soft smile breaking across your face. “You’re everything to me too, Rensuke. I hope you know that.”

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he let out a nervous laugh. “You have no idea how long I’ve been trying to find the right words to tell you this. I’m not great with words, but…” He stepped closer, his free hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I love you. And I want you by my side. Not just now, but… always.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart ache in the best way. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest as his strong arms encircled you.

“I love you too,” you murmured, your voice muffled against him. “More than anything.”

Kunigami rested his chin atop your head, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky fading into shades of pink and purple, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace.

“I promise,” he said softly, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “I’ll do everything I can to make you happy. To give you the life you deserve.”

“You already make me happy, Rensuke,” you replied, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “You always have.”

He smiled—a genuine, heart-melting smile that made you feel like the luckiest person alive. As the first stars began to twinkle in the sky, Kunigami leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

In that moment, surrounded by the quiet beauty of the evening and the warmth of his embrace, you knew without a doubt that this was where you were meant to be—by his side, now and always.

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This is beautiful.. (i definitely didn't imagine my friend who is unhealthily obsessed w him be the y/n in this one shot🫢)

[viladlind]

zevran touches fiyero's cheek again, and this time, he doesn't flinch away. it takes everything out of him, not to jump out of his skin and run away from a brush so gentle. in all of his many years of life, fiyero has never deluded himself into thinking he doesn't deserve tenderness. not once, not even on dovesong.

perhaps that's why it's so hard to shake the thought. mold festers where it finds a home to settle in.

zevran reaches through it all. not easily, not when fiyero is so resistant, so ready to bolt at a moment's notice. a frightened animal that knelt down in front of its butcher, ready to take whatever judgement he seems fit. at zevran's mercy—

zevran chooses mercy.

he's beautifully selfish, in all of fiyero's turmoil.

fiyero looks up at him. he doesn't answer straight away, has to swallow past a dry throat first. his eyelashes flutter as he tracks zevran's expression, goes to the scar across his stomach, to the eyes looking down at him so full of affection. this horrible proof of fiyero's violence right here, and still, and still ...

' whatever you wish, ' he breathes out, words close to shattering. ' oh, dove ... ' his hands tighten in the fabric he was holding onto, pull a little, as if to nudge zevran down with him. he couldn't resist zevran if he wanted to. to have him want fiyero, still, it's almost too much to bear, and just enough to bear at the same time.

' i'm yours. if you truly wish to, you may. '

zevran feels he should know by now what to expect from healing magic. spirit healing is a blue glow accompanied by warmth and the uncomfortable feeling of bones and flesh knitting themselves back together -- never outright painful, but always a little wrong. he recalls the earthy and disagreeable taste of elfroot poultices, always the first line of mending with mana oftentimes too precious to waste on a rogue. neither was ever enjoyable, but they certainly beat the alternative.

this is different.

it feels like fiyero. like basking beneath a ray of late afternoon sun, like the affection that swells in his chest whenever he sees the bard smile, fangs only just daring to peak from behind his lips. like the soothing lilt of fiyero's voice, as he sings and praises and teases. he could wrap himself in this sunset pink glow and be satisfied for a lifetime.

but it ends, all too soon, taking much of the pain and stress with it. he feels a little bit like jelly. usually when fiyero makes him feel this way it is under more pleasurable circumstances.

in lieu of words, he simply hums, clearly content.

with fiyero kneeling before him as he is, with all of the tension of the last week falling from him like a vaporous garment, zevran feels he has no control over his hands any longer. the touch barrier has already been broken, hasn't it? so would it be so awful for him to lay a gentle hand on the tiefling's cheek?

"i can think of one more thing that might help. may i kiss you, cariño?"

[ex0rin]

Spread them wings (T) - 1k

Negan Smith & Carl Grimes @febuwhump 2024 Day 3: "Bite down on this"

amputation, zombie bite, whump, soft whump

He can feel how quickly Negan’s heart is beating under his palm – “Carl, c’mon,” Negan starts and Carl can hear the desperation in the older man’s voice, the fear, “fucks sake kid, belt, now.”

OR: Carl gets bit and they've been here before

READ ON AO3 HERE

[chucapybara]

you ever think about how feifei in her demo trailer can just. manipulate wind. to bring things closer to her. i feel like this is valuable information with a wide variety of applicable uses—

[iguessitsjustme]

Ter stop talking over and making decisions for Dee challenge 2k24. Y'all ain't even friends at this point you're just the annoying coworker go away

[fist-amidst-the-hands]

hi hi okay imagine. stede wants to brush out ed's hair the way izzy always does. maybe izzy is busy on deck taking note of damages after a raid. maybe they had an infestation and he's going over ration spoilage and inventory with roach. ed is tired and cranky and absentmindedly separating sections of curls and tugging them apart at the bottom where they get stuck together in knots. stede offers to help with the tangles, says he would love to give it a go and help ed relax

izzy walks in a few minutes later and immediately comes up and tells stede he's doing it all wrong but also gently takes the brush from him and shows him the right way - where to hold the hair, how to start at the bottom with little sections and work his way up, when to start with his fingers instead of the brush. neither of them can see it but ed is smiling so much his face might actually burst

[petrichorium]

Sigh. Shanks using conquerer’s during sex…………

[iamthepulta]

Spent the evening rereading Chapter 27 because I just wanted hardcore fluff and the three of my beloved OC children did indeed deliver.