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Symphony of Comfort
Ooc Alastor x reader
In the depths of the Hazbin Hotel, where shadows danced with whispers of forgotten sins, a lone figure prowled through the corridors with a grace that belied his ominous presence. Alastor, the enigmatic Radio Demon, traversed the dimly lit halls with an air of intrigue, his crimson eyes alight with an otherworldly glow.
As he wandered past the guest rooms, Alastor's acute senses caught a glimpse of turmoil lingering behind one closed door. Intrigued, he approached the entrance, his gloved hand resting lightly on the doorknob before he pushed it open with a gentle creak.
Inside, bathed in the pale moonlight that filtered through the curtains, lay you, tangled in the throes of a nightmare. Soft whimpers escaped your lips as you tossed and turned, lost in the depths of your subconscious fears.
Alastor's heart clenched with a pang of sympathy at the sight of your distress. Without hesitation, he moved to your side, his presence a comforting presence amidst the chaos of your dreams.
"Wake up, my dear," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing melody in the darkness. "You are ensnared in the clutches of a most unpleasant dream."
Startled, your eyes fluttered open, your breath catching in your throat as you found yourself face to face with the infamous Radio Demon. Panic threatened to consume you, but Alastor's gentle demeanor and reassuring presence quelled your fears.
"It's alright, my dear," he reassured you, his voice a soothing balm to your troubled soul. "You are safe within the confines of the Hazbin Hotel. There's no need to fear the shadows that haunt your dreams."
As Alastor's words washed over you, a sense of calm descended upon your frazzled nerves. You gazed up at him with gratitude, finding solace in the depths of his crimson gaze.
"Nightmares are but echoes of the past, lingering in the recesses of the mind," he continued, his voice filled with understanding and empathy. "But remember, my dear, you possess a strength that transcends the darkness. You are not alone in your struggles."
With a grateful nod, you leaned into Alastor's comforting embrace, feeling the weight of your fears lift from your shoulders in his presence. In that moment, you found solace in the knowledge that you were not alone in your battles against the demons of the night.
"Thank you, Alastor," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "For being here, for... for understanding."
The Radio Demon's smile widened, a glimmer of warmth dancing in his eyes.
"Think nothing of it, my dear," he replied, his voice a soothing symphony in the stillness of the night. "Rest now, and let the gentle embrace of sleep soothe your troubled mind. I will watch over you, until the dawn breaks and the shadows flee."
With one final tender caress, Alastor watched over you as you drifted back into the realm of dreams, his heart filled with a newfound sense of purpose. And as the night wore on, you found comfort in the knowledge that you were bound together by an unbreakable bond of understanding and compassion, embraced by the soothing melody of Alastor's comforting presence.
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Hotch, I trust you
You had always felt safe around Aaron Hotchner. It wasn't just his position as a senior agent in the FBI, or his reputation as one of the best profilers in the Bureau. It was something about the way he carried himself, the calm and measured way he spoke, the intensity in his eyes that made you feel like he had your back, no matter what.
It was that feeling of safety that made it so easy for you to open up to him about your own struggles. You had been going through a rough patch recently, dealing with some personal issues that had left you feeling vulnerable and uncertain. But every time you talked to Hotch, he listened without judgement, offering advice and reassurance that somehow always made you feel better.
One night, you found yourself alone in the bullpen, Hotch had joined you so that you (or him) had some company, working late on a case. You were both sitting at your desks, typing away on your computers, when you felt a sudden surge of anxiety wash over you. You tried to push it down, telling yourself that you were being silly, but it only seemed to grow stronger.
Without really thinking about it, you turned to Hotch and blurted out, "I trust you."
He looked up from his computer, his gaze intense. "What do you mean?" he asked.
You took a deep breath, trying to put your feelings into words. "I mean...I feel safe around you. Like I can tell you anything, and you won't judge me. Like you'll always be there for me."
Hotch's expression softened, and he reached out to place a hand on your shoulder. "I am always here for you," he said firmly. "No matter what. You can trust me."
But the memory of his words and his touch stayed with you long after that night, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, there were people you could trust to be there for you.
Something in his words and his touch eased the anxiety inside you, and you found yourself leaning into his hand, feeling grateful for his presence. You stayed like that for a few moments, just soaking in the warmth and security of his touch, before he withdrew his hand and went back to work.
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Kinda sad that the @ sodosbitch is already taken, but I’ve got is secured everywhere else 💪🏻
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MOUNTAIN CONTENT?!??
Papa said: “let’s take a pic for the fans eh, you go sit there”
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He’s so- perfect
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My little Gremlin <3
Also, HANDS
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Papa Emeritus IV looking directly at you
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Coffee dates
Spencer Reid x reader
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The sun was just beginning to set as Spencer Reid made his way through the bustling streets of Washington D.C. He had just finished a long day at the FBI, and all he wanted to do was go home and curl up with a good book. However, as he walked past a small coffee shop, something caught his eye.
Through the window, he could see a young woman sitting at a table, her nose buried in a book. She looked up for a moment, her eyes meeting his before quickly darting back to her novel. Spencer felt his heart skip a beat, and before he knew it, he was walking inside the coffee shop.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled his nostrils as he made his way to the counter. The barista greeted him with a smile, and Spencer ordered his usual, a black coffee with no sugar. As he waited for his order, he couldn't help but steal glances at the young woman reading her book.
Finally, his coffee was ready, and he made his way over to her table. "Excuse me," he said, his voice soft and unsure. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
The young woman looked up at him, her eyes widening slightly as she took in his appearance. Spencer was tall and lanky, with unruly hair and thick-rimmed glasses that gave him an air of intelligence. "Um, sure," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Spencer took a seat across from her, sipping his coffee as he tried to think of something to say. "What are you reading?" he finally asked, gesturing to the book in front of her.
The young woman smiled, her eyes lighting up. "It's called 'The Catcher in the Rye'," she replied. "Have you read it?"
Spencer shook his head. "No, I haven't had the chance yet," he said. "But I've heard it's a classic."
They fell into an easy conversation, discussing literature and their favorite authors. Spencer was surprised at how quickly he found himself opening up to this stranger, and before he knew it, they had been talking for hours.
As the night wore on, the coffee shop began to empty out, and Spencer realized that he didn't want to leave. He felt a connection with this young woman, something he had never felt before. "Would you like to go for a walk?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest.
The young woman nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. They walked through the city, the streets almost deserted as the night grew darker. Spencer found himself talking freely, telling her things he had never told anyone else.
As they reached a small park, the young woman turned to him, her eyes shining in the moonlight. "I had a really great time tonight," she said. "Thank you for keeping me company."
Spencer felt his heart sink, thinking that their night was coming to an end. But then, the young woman leaned in, her lips meeting his in a soft, sweet kiss. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he knew in that moment that he was falling in love.
The rest of the night passed in a blur, and before he knew it, Spencer found himself standing outside the young woman's apartment. "Can I see you again?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The young woman nodded, a smile on her face. "I'd like that," she said. "How about dinner tomorrow night?"
Spencer felt his heart race as he agreed, the anticipation almost too much to bear. As he walked back to his apartment, he couldn't help but think about the young woman, wondering about what may happen in the future.
A/n: pls help I should really be studying but criminal minds is somehow more important to my brain
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Late night study sessions
Spencer Reid x Reader
A/n: Exams are killing me and instead of studying, I wrote this.
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It was well past midnight when you stumbled into the BAU's bullpen, your arms laden with textbooks and notes. You were studying for your final exams and had lost track of time. As you approached your desk, you noticed that someone was still there.
"Spencer?" you said, surprised to see the lanky profiler hunched over a pile of paperwork.
He looked up, his hair disheveled and his eyes bleary. "Oh, hey (Y/N)," he said, rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing here so late?" "I could ask you the same thing," you replied, dropping your books onto your desk. "I'm studying for finals."
"Ah," he said, nodding. "I'm just finishing up some case reports. It's been a busy week." You nodded sympathetically. "I know. I'm surprised you're still here." Spencer shrugged. "I have a lot of work to catch up on. And I couldn't go home without finishing this report."You frowned. "You shouldn't be working this late. You need to rest, Spencer." "I know," he said, yawning. "But I can't help it. There's always something to do."
You sighed, knowing that he was right. The job of a profiler was never done. "Well, I'm going to make some coffee. Do you want some?"Spencer's eyes brightened. "Yes, please."
You made your way to the break room, grateful for the caffeine boost. As you waited for the coffee to brew, you heard footsteps behind you. "Mind if I join you?" Spencer asked, leaning against the counter. You smiled. "Of course not. I could use some company."
The two of you sat at the small table, sipping coffee and chatting about your studies and cases. You found it easy to talk to Spencer, and he was a good listener. He made you laugh with his quips and impressed you with his knowledge.
Before you knew it, it was nearly 3 AM. You stifled a yawn and stretched your arms. "I should probably head home," you said, gathering your books. "Thanks for keeping me company, Spencer. It was nice to take a break from studying." He smiled softly. "Anytime, (Y/N). And good luck on your exams.""Thanks," you said, grinning. "And get some rest, okay?"Spencer nodded. "I will. See you tomorrow."
As you made your way out of the bullpen, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Spencer's company. Even though you were both exhausted, you had managed to make each other's night a little brighter.
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Living with Crowley would include:
Listening to Queen constantly and having karaoke nights
Teasing him about his obvious crush on Aziraphale
It would take him a few weeks to get comfortable with taking his glasses off
Hugs, despite Crowley being Crowley he secretly enjoys hugs
Spending a lot of time in Aziraphales bookshop drinking tea and reading
Aziraphale randomly visiting and ending up staying for days
- you always try to play matchmaker “oh let’s bake some cookies“ then just leave the two alone
Dinner at the ritz at least twice a month
Crowley telling you stories about the French revolution or any other historical period
Deep conversations about the universe
Waking up to him yelling at his plants
After Aziraphale and Crowley were banished you guys moved in together
In honour of season 2 airing “soon” I thought I’d write a little something, I hope you enjoy it :)
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Dating Severus Snape would include:
Also being a teacher
Strolls around the castle
Morning cuddles
Potions for every occasion (being sick, don’t have enough energy? Severus got your back)
Owning a small farm where you spend his days off
Him keeping you a secret, nobody knows you are dating (well Dumbledore probably does)
Learning mysterious things about him for example chicken are his favourite animals
Whenever you are out in public together and one of you spots a student, he immediately covers his face with his cloak, which is kinda useless bc of his all black attire everyone already knows its him.
Random dancing
Annoying him while he tries to grade papers
Forehead kisses
Cooking together when he doesn’t want to eat in the great hall
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The book of boba fett ep.7
MAJOR SPOILERS
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