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garoujo · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐏 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 — 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

feat : gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi + geto suguru

𐐪 warnings — none! just some sleepy & clingy babies, i love them sob :,)

𐐪 note — i am so very obsessed with them, satoru is my favourite dork in the world i’m sorry i wrote these when i was sleepy >~<

・✶ ｡ﾟ GOJO SATORU

you almost shriek when you turn in the kitchen while grabbing some water, startled by a raspy “oh? what’s this?” before you sigh when you notice your 6’3 man baby of a boyfriend pouting at you in the dark — messy bed head, tired eyes and blanket over his broad shoulders. you smile as satoru approaches you, out stretching his arms to bring you into his chest before he’s wrapping the blanket around you both and nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a grumble “what do we have here, huh? where was my invite, baby—i thought my company was your favourite.” satoru drawls, voice lilting to a tease and you giggle when you feel him follow it with a low whine against your skin, placing ticklish kisses against along your shoulder before he’s wrapping the blanket around you and trapping you against his chest with a crooked grin, squeezing his arms around you affectionately. “i wont let you escape again, consider this solo kitchen trip your last.” satoru grins and you rest your face on his shoulder, taking in his natural warmth before he gently shuffles you both back to your room with a hum, “and—i get extra good night kisses, since you excluded me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITADORI YUUJI

you giggled quietly as you scrolled through tiktok on the couch, blanket draped loosely over your lap, but you find yourself suddenly jumping slightly when you hear a quiet but deep “baby?” echo from down the hall. the sound is followed by a few heavy footsteps approaching you before you’re met with a drowsy itadori, shirtless frame and grey sweats accompanied with fluffy, messy hair but still a bright smile although it’s a little drowsier than usual as he pads towards you. “why’re you still awake babe?” yuuji grumbles, lips resting into a pout almost naturally, “i was just on tiktok.” you reply and you watch him blink at you. “oh.. okay.” spoken from where he stands in the door for a few seconds before he comes towards you, eyes fluttering slightly as he joins you on the couch. yuuji lies back before grabbing your hand and guiding you against his chest, eagerly tucking the blanket around you with a content sigh, and you know you’d never resist the urge to nuzzle against him only to hear his soft snores moments later, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

・✶ ｡ﾟ NANAMI KENTO

you flick the bathroom light off before finding yourself glancing back at the bedroom door and turning to walk into the kitchen for something to eat instead — it was already 3am a few more minutes wouldn’t matter, but your internal dialogue is quickly cut off when you hear the bedroom door behind you suddenly open. “going somewhere, sweetheart?” nanami grumbles and you almost whimper at how deep his voice always is when it’s laced with sleep, the bags under his eyes a little darker when he finally comes into view but there’s an unmistakable frown accompanying them. you don’t think of an excuse quick enough before nanami’s infront of you, finding yourself suddenly distracted by the brooding man infront of you before he clicks his tongue, grumbling under his breath despite the gentleness of his touch when he takes your hand in his. “if you can’t sleep, i can make you some tea, love.” the blonde haired man grumbles, his smile almost gentle despite the obvious sleep lacing it.

・✶ ｡ﾟ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

you were lying on your side as you scrolled through your phone, brightness down lower than usual because you knew how light of a sleeper your boyfriend megumi was — not wanting to disturb him. but you jump when you feel a featherlight but lingering touch smooth along the dip of your waist, finding yourself spinning round quickly to be met with a very grumpy looking, very close megumi. there’s a soft pout on his lips, his eyes slightly covered by his messier dark hair as he sits himself up next to you, sleep still lacing his prettier features as he turns to squint at the clock. “what are you doing?” he groans and you do open your mouth to speak, but when you feel his arm snake around your waist, you seem to suddenly lose your train of thought—instead you find yourself being pulled against megumi’s side before he lies back down, placing a sleepy kiss against your forehead with a huff. “you have to sleep.” he sighs, words still soft despite his pout, but the sound has you nuzzling into him instead, feeling his delicate fingers trace comforting shapes along your skin as the corners of his lips upturn slightly from where they’re resting against your temple.

・✶ ｡ﾟ GETO SUGURU

you had quietly stood from the comfort of your bed to leave the room after finally getting out of suguru’s arms, his limbs heavier than usual due to him softly snoring beside you, lost deep in sleep. but even with that considered you still only just manage to reach the door before you hear a muffled “where are you going?” cut through the solitude despite not hearing any movement. you suddenly see a shadow slightly shuffle towards you before you’re met with a very sleepy, but still as gentle gaze from your boyfriend, paired with a bed-head that has something warm blooming in your chest when the dark hair that’s fallen from where it’s pulled back frames his features. there’s still a familiar gentleness to suguru’s touch when his fingers graze your lower back, guiding you wordlessly back to bed as he gets in first, patting his chest for you to climb on top while his arms wrap around you instantly and you hear the dark haired sorcerer mumble a “go to sleep, there’s still time.” as he gets comfortable, fingers tracing along your spine soothingly and even though his eyes are closed, you still feel a gentle kiss against your forehead, just as your eyes flutter closed.

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greywritesthings · 17 days

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Like they do in the movies

Oscar Piastri x reader

Angst

Warnings - major character death, grief, panic attack, no happy ending.

A/N - I've had the idea for this fic for ages and I'm sorry, fluffy fic is in the works :) Ik its short but i also made myself cry making this so i didnt want to drag it out

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Oscar's breath was caught in his throat as his heart hammered in his chest, he couldn't think, hear or see anything. You had just crashed out at spa, eau rouge, in the rain and you weren't responding. He was vaguely aware of Lando telling him something, then grabbing onto him as he fell to the floor as he processed the words “No signs of life, begin tragedy protocol.” that came across the radio.

"Oscar! you need to breathe, come on, with me, let's go, anywhere that isn't here.” Lando practically drags the younger man to his feet, throwing the headset onto the nearest surface. He just wants to get them both away from the cameras of Netflix and sky who would no doubt try and film the driver's reaction to the news of a driver's death, especially when another driver was dating them. He drags Oscar through the garage and into his driver room where Oscar collapses all over again, Lando joins him, doing his best to comfort him but knowing really it's futile, the only person that could comfort him is going cold on a stretcher in the back of an ambulance.

“I thought we would have more time.” Oscar sobs into Lando's shoulder, clinging onto him as if he's the only thing left. “I want more time.” he continues to cry, begging for more time that he no longer has access to. Lando manages to shoot off a text, still holding the boy, to tell Andrea and Mark that they wouldn't be participating in the race if it went ahead and that he would be taking Oscar back to the hotel soon and he would be staying with Lando.

It's now a year later and Oscar is standing in the same place you crashed. It was nearly nightfall but the sky was shades bright red, orange and purple, your favourite type of sunset. He tried to smile at the fact but he still found it hard, he tried his best but the shadow of grief still moved with him through everything. He nearly quit racing after you died but Lando and Mark had pretty much dragged him to the track again. His family knew he should continue racing but they understood that he lost the girl he loved through the sport.

He lives with Lando now. Lando had insisted he live with him after the crash and Oscar wasn't in the mindset to argue. The apartment he had in London was too much for him to go home alone on a regular basis. He went there when he missed you, he slept in your shared bed, taking up your side instead of his.

He still cried regularly, especially in the lead up to Spa, he had nearly pulled out of the race entirely and McLaren still had the reserve on standby but once he started qualifying he was in it for the race. He had cried after FP1 and 2, sobs wracking through his body as soon as he got to his driver room, Lando coming to find him soon after.

“I miss you, I miss you like you left me yesterday Roo, Mum still sets a plate for you when I go home you know? She made you a sweater for Christmas too Honey, you would've liked it I think. I put it in your wardrobe at home for you.” He sighs, looking up at the sky, the moon creeping over the horizon. He decides to lie down on the tarmac, hand laying out in the way it would if you were holding it.

“I love you Roo, everyone who's down here loves you. Me and lan gave you your own little corner in the living room you would totally call cheesy, We also have helmets dedicated to you this weekend, you would call us dorks if you saw them.” He smiles. He and Lando had designed opposite colour scheme helmets in dedication to you, the other drivers had a purple heart on their helmet for you as well, Oscar and Lando having added theirs permanently last year.

“Come see me in my dreams or something, like they do in the movies, I just want to hear your voice again and I can only watch so many of the same YouTube videos of you and Charles so many times you know.” He smiles at the sky again, now practically dark, the stars showing through. He could only smile at you now.

“I wish we had more time, it's not fair, nothing about it is fair, you had your life cut so short and now i have to keep going without you when it's like half of me was left here a year ago.” He speaks into the sky, closing his eyes, letting the tears fall.

“I really thought we would have more time kanga, I really wish I could have given you more time.” you whisper, thumb brushing across his face, not quite able to brush the tears away. Breaking your heart all over again.

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cringefail-clown · 4 months

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at last, where doing it man where MAKING THIS HAPPEN

cringes jakehal fic rec list

just so were clear: some of the fics are unfinished, and havent been updated in a while. leaving a comment to let the author know that youre reading and youre enjoying it is fine, but dont be a bag of dicks and harass them over when the new chapter will be up. have some decency or else ill be inside your walls.

Heart by fawn_writes || rated T || 1/1 || 663 words - man its so good. short and sweet. jake comes by to witness the construction of hals new body while also reminiscing about the times he fought brobot and his untimely demise. a good sparkling of body worship. "Everything will be normal. They’ll manage to keep it normal. After all, Jake has enough of his own heart to share." - fuck, that lines so effervescent.

What he needs by fawn_writes || rated M || 1/1 || 1259 words - another banger from the same author. they be doing the horizontal tango, but nothings too graphic. healthy serving of body worship from jakes perspective, as well as his internal struggle with his apparent robotic attraction.

Dead Weight by squirtgunplay || rated M || 5/9 || 27337 words - oh that fic. oh my god. love me some zombie apocalypse au with existential horror sprinkled on top. hal and dirk are twins but with a twist in this one. theres mystery. theres injuries that make you incapable of moving around. theres ship of theseus discussion. its nourishing. its beautiful. jake and hals banter in this one is fucking amazing, and the author captures their characters so well. the relationship between hal and dirk is also very fucking good and heartwrenching and just ugh. stellar writing, the forth wall break made me laugh out loud, hal gets called a security camera (derogatory). theres graphic depictions of violence, so beware of the tags.

Tennessee Whiskey & You by MistLaFey || rated T || 5/? || 12217 words - major character death and graphic depictions of violence tagged, so beware and read the tags. no-sburb au. dirk fucking dies (its in the fic description so i dont feel like its a spoiler). beautiful exploration of grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms and trying to get back into the normal life when theres a big part of it suddenly missing. hal and dirk are twins. jake is not doing well. hal is also not doing well, but pretending he is. its heartbreaking and some scenes made my chest hurt. very good fic and i dont understand why it doesnt get more love. it deserves it. go read it, even just for the funeral scene, i got teary-eyed over it.

seconds by squirtgunplay || rated E || 2/2 || 18698 words - graphic depictions of violence and its no joke, presidential alert the girls are fightinnn!! but its also so funny and the authors so funny and its also really hot! no sburb au, hals a human and dirks twin. he gets kidnapped by a craigslist hitman jake who mistakes him for dirk. the banter is top game in this one. hal cant keep his mouth shut even in life or death situation. jakes a dork, but hes a deadly dork, and also cant keep his mouth shut about his personal problems. theres fistfighting and knifethrowing and hal gets a weapon put to his head at least twice and he thinks its pretty damn hot. theres banging in second chapter. what more can i say to sell you on this one. the characters are on point, the action is tense but its also written in a cheeky, fun way, smut is good, a npc gets unsubscribed from life. amazing fic, 10/10, will read it again.

I Think Therefore I AR by Taxi_Boy || rated T || 25/? || 30417 words - im saving the best for last. major character death. hal has to start the game and get his friends into the medium while dirk is missing, while also pretending to be dirk as to not raise their suspicions. im not going to say anymore about the plot, you just have to go and read the fic. genuinely my favourite jakehal - and homestuck in general - fic of all time. i love caliborn in this one. i cant wait to see what the author has cooked up for us in the future. its plainly genious.

these are only ao3 fics as i have no clue how tf you search other fanfic sites for a specific ship, but if you have any other recommendations feel free to add them onto this post! we all need some good jakehal fic recs in these trying times!

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year

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a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby // alex albon

summary: she thought that settling down with the love of her life was just a fever dream, that being loved just wasn't in the cards for her. but alex made her dreams come true with a small silver ring. or, engagement night sex with alex.

warnings: the most romantic smut that you have ever read tbh

author's note: i literally made myself so emotional while i was writing this, clearly i need to lay off the romance books for a hot minute.

she never thought that this would happen. that someone else would love her so much that they would be willing to be by her side until the bitter end. that someone would want to grow old with her, laugh with her, cook with her. start a family with her.

so when alexander got down on one knee with that small velvet box in hand, the emotions had bubbled over before she could even say yes.

now, they stumbled back into the house in a tipsy flurry of giggles, her hand holding his so tightly, as if she thought that he would vanish into thin air if she let go of the driver.

alex reached behind his head to turn on the living room lights, his eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration for the young woman in front of him.

his lover, no, his fiancée, smiled at him, resting her slender, perfect hands on either side of his face before she kissed him softly.

"alexander albon, you are my favourite person."

it was something she had started saying early in the relationship, when she was scared to tell alex that she loved him, when she was scared to be the first person to say it. when she was more scared of scaring away the best thing that had ever happened to her than she was actually telling alex how she felt about him.

something that had grown to be even stronger than an 'i love you', spoken on days where the going got tough, or the words were hard to find.

a reminder that they would always be there for each other.

"i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, y/n. y/n albon, that has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" alex laughed, kissing her again before sinking to his knees on the smooth hardwood floor, his nimble fingers fiddling with the straps on her high heels as he placed a soft kiss on y/n's leg.

y/n giggled, using the palms of her hands to support her extra weight against the walls on either side of the hallway. "alex, i'm pretty sure i can take my heels off by myself."

"i'm trying to be romantic, y/n." alex joked, rolling his eyes as he slipped the shoe off his lovers right foot. "also, i have a great view up your dress from down here."

"dork." she grinned, playfully tapping her lover in the side with her foot. "get on with it, my feet are starting to hurt."

"let's get the weight off of them, love." alexander spoke softly, kissing up her leg before he got to his feet, hooking his arms under her thighs and lifting her into the air.

y/n laughed, an unbreakable smile on her face as alex twirled their bodies around, walking from the front hall to the living room and setting her down , feet sinking into the plush, white carpet. alex switched on the stereo, an old mariah carey song beginning to play as they danced softly in the low lights, the calming sounds of night in the monaco harbour wafting in from behind the patio door.

"alex," y/n hummed as her fiancé spun her around gently, dipping her towards the ground in a dance that they had done a million times before. "thank you for loving me."

alex's face softened as he took her hands in his, pressing a kiss to the finger that cradled the heart shaped diamond. “hey, baby, you don’t ever have to thank me for loving you, okay? you are so deserving of love, in every way. you’re my favourite person, y/n.”

"i love you, alex." she said softly, pressing up on her toes to smush her lips against his, a small smear of glitter lip gloss smudging against the corner of his mouth.

y/n was overflowing with love for the man in front of her. the man who would sit on a skype call with her from halfway across the world while she worked on a term paper because he wanted to hear her voice. the man who made her a hot chocolate in bed on the days where she couldn't find the courage to face the world on her own.

the man who made loving someone as complicated as her look easy.

"help me out of my dress?" she asked sweetly, arms looped around his neck

alex grinned, kissing her again. "i thought you'd never ask. just sit back and let me spoil you tonight, okay pretty girl?"

giggling, she grabbed alex's hand and turned in the direction of the bedroom, stepping over discarded cat toys that gucci and horsey had left out before retreating into hiding when the couple came home.

alex kissed her, his tongue gently teasing the seam of her lips as he held y/n close, one hand slipping underneath the shoulder straps of her floral sundress. his lips followed his fingers, peppering her shoulders with soft, yet hungry kisses as he slid the straps down her skin, watching the dress fabric pool around her feet.

"you're so beautiful. i hope you know that." alex said sincerely. "i love you."

he kissed her again before she stepped back, perching on the end of the bed before moving to lie on her back, looking up at her lover as he practically ripped open the buttons on his shirt before kneeling over her body.

alex kissed up her body, her hands tangling gently in his hair before he paused, nestling his head between her breasts. alex would have been content to lie there all night, with y/n's slender fingers gently brushing his hair. he kissed her right breast through the padded fabric of her bra, the lace dotted with tiny embroidered roses.

"baby, you know i'm yours, right? you're mine and i'm all yours for as long as we live." alex said,

y/n laughed. "are you putting that in your vows, loverboy?"

"i don't know." alex hummed, sucking a small love bite onto his fiancée's right breast. "it sounds vaguely sexual."

"baby, anything sounds sexual when you have your face buried in my tits. you could be talking about tyre degradation and i'd still be turned on as hell."

alex laughed before hooking his fingers underneath the bra strap, sliding it down her arms before pulling the bra cups away from her breasts, allowing himself access to her perky nipples, immediately rolling them in between his thumbs so he could hear the breathy whines she let out.

"mhm, alex." she hummed, pressing up on her elbows to push her breasts further into her lover's hands.

alex would have loved to have teased her all night, peppering kisses to her breasts and massaging them in his hands, but when he noticed that she was clenching her thighs together in search of any kind of release for the arousal that she was feeling, he knew he couldn't stay where he was forever.

"you don't need to whimper, baby. i've got you, i promise. tell me what you need."

"i just need you, alex."

smiling to himself, he kissed down her thigh, his body sliding off the foot of the bed so he was kneeling on the floor. he kissed her soft skin slowly and sensually, dragging his tongue along the flesh as he went, before hooking his teeth into the waistband of her panties. unfortunately, his endeavors to try and remove a pair of silk panties with his teeth was short lived, as the fabric got caught on her thighs and the driver resigned himself to removing them with his fingers, earning a lighthearted giggle from his fiancée.

"you're such a dork."

"you love it."

y/n smiled, lumbering to her knees and crawling to the edge of the bed, still on all fours as she leaned over the edge to kiss her kneeling lover. "you know i do."

alex got to his feet, taking her hands in his. "come, sit on my lap, baby girl."

he pressed his back against the mountain of pillows against the headboard, wrapping his arms around his lover as she sat with her back pressed against his bare chest, his shirt cast off somewhere in the room.

"i love you, baby." he said softly, kissing her shoulder as he massaged her breasts. "can't wait to spend the rest of my life by your side. or on top of you. or under you, if that's what the day brings."

"i love you too, you big dumbass." she laughed, relishing in the feeling of alex's hands on her body, his fingers drawing a moan from the back of her throat as he began to play with her clit. "mhm, baby, yes."

"that's it, darling. my smart, sexy, pretty girl." alex groaned, sliding his fingers into her dripping wet center. "god, you're soaked, baby."

y/n laughed, the end of her giggle turning up into a moan. "that's what a diamond ring does to a girl."

alex groaned at the feeling, the moan sending shivers down y/n's spine as alex moved his fingers, shyly trying to open her legs wider as she gripped his free hand.

"you're doing so well for me, pretty girl." alex hummed. "just wanna spoil my sweetheart."

"alex, baby, please, please don't stop."

"you like my fingers inside of you, yeah, darling? come on, baby. come for me, let me make you feel so good." alex panted, kissing up and down her neck, one kiss punctuating each word.

alex picked up the pace, burying his fingers deeper inside of her as she moaned, throwing her head back against his shoulder. "a-alex." she whined. "baby, i think i'm gonna-"

"it's okay, baby. just ride my fingers, i'm right here. show me how good i make you feel, my sweet girl."

she came with a moan that shook her body, fingers gripping alex's hand tightly as he kissed her, swallowing the moan as he finger-fucked her through her peak.

"i've got you, i've got you." he mumbled against her lips.

alex cradled her body against his, kissing her skin softly as he whispered sweet nothings, her thumb tracing small hearts on his hand.

"i hope you didn't stain the duvet." she said softly, running her free hand through his hair. "it's going to be a bitch to try and wash."

alex shook his head. "i think most of it got on my jeans, that will be easier to scrub."

she smiled. "if i can get your race suits clean, i can get your jeans clean. i've gotten an hour-old bloodstain out of white satin, this is going to be a piece of cake. go soak them, babe."

"will you be okay for a minute if i go?"

alex didn't ever want to let her go again. he'd never loved anybody as much, never thought that he could even love someone that much. she was his other half, and without him she would be lost.

"baby, i'll be fine. besides, by the time you get back, i'll be ready for round two."

alex swore that he had never gotten out of bed sooner.

giggling to herself, y/n got to her feet, taking off what remained of her bra and pulling back the floral duvet cover. crossing the room to her dresser, she pulled out a bundle of silk that she had been saving for an occasion just like this, pulling the sexy nightie over her head, the flowy skirt barely covering her ass, and the straps on the back showing skin almost all the way down, lace stitched on the front to make her breasts pop.

if there was ever an occasion for the nightdress, it was now.

alex came back from the laundry room, dressed in nothing but his calvin klein boxer shorts, his jaw dropping when he saw pale pink silk that his fiancée was wearing, perched delicately on the bed.

"hi." she said shyly, a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks. "do you like it?"

"baby," alex breathed, crossing over to the bed. "i love it."

he sat across from her, leaning in for the soft, sensual kiss as he shifted so that they were laying on their sides, facing each other under the plush duvet as his fingers danced along her thighs. still kissing alex, with his tongue exploring her mouth, she threw her leg over his, the silk fabric riding up her thigh. her hand travelled down alex's chest, over his washboard abs and under the waistband of his boxers, fingers gripping his erect cock as alex moaned into the kiss.

"baby, i want you. i want to be inside you so fucking badly." alex said quietly, almost as if he was afraid of breaking the peaceful atmosphere by raising his voice anything above a whisper. "will you let me make love to you, darling?"

"take me, alex." she said, pressing up on her elbow and kissing him again.

sex with alex albon was always a sensual affair, and he had the uncanny ability to make it last for hours, to draw it out and make her feel like she was on cloud nine. if this was what the rest of her life was going to be like, she wasn't going to complain.

using her hand to guide him, alex slipped inside of her, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her walls around his cock. "baby, you feel so fucking good. so good for me, pretty girl."

she put her arms around alex, looping them together over his shoulders as he made his first thrust, both lovers moaning together, desperately clinging to the other's body.

"alex, fuck, just like that." she moaned, head against his neck. "i fucking love your cock, baby. feels so fucking good."

he tightened his grip on her thigh, thrusting harder. "yeah, you love this cock. fuck, sweetheart, i love you so much."

"i love you more, alexander." she whined, a particularly deep thrust causing a full body shudder, her walls contracting against his cock."

"love making you feel good." alex mumbled, sucking a love bite onto y/n's neck. "think of all the fantastic sex we're gonna have on our honeymoon. love, just thinking about you in that white dress is making me so fucking hard."

"oh, baby, baby, yes, right there."

"fuck, i love those sounds you make, sweet girl." he moaned, squeezing her ass. "if you keep this up, i don't think m'gonna last."

"it's okay, baby. let go, fuck me harder. make me come, alex. just keep making me feel so fucking good."

alex picked up the pace with his thrusts, snapping his hips into hers at a rapid pace, his lover's moans reaching a crescendo as he reached down to play with her clit.

"shit, alex, that feels so good." she breathed, digging her nails into the skin on his back. "keep doing that, please. please, don't stop."

"i think i'm gonna come, baby. where do you want me to finish?" alex was breathing heavier now, his thrusts getting sloppier. "tell me what you want, pretty girl."

"inside me." she managed to moan out. "fill me up, alex. please."

alex closed his eyes, kissing her forehead gently. "god, i fucking love you."

y/n grinned, reaching for his hand. "i love you more."

and it was the feeling of the warm metal of the engagement ring against his skin that finally pushed him over the edge, his face buried against y/n's neck as she held him, coaxing him through his orgasm the same way that he would do for her, a sensual melody of sweet nothings and dirty praises.

even when he felt like he couldn't move his body any more, alex's fingers kept working at her clit, and that motion, coupled with the feeling of alex's seed inside of her was enough to bring on y/n's second orgasm. she clung to her lover desperately, her moans muffled against alex's chest before they separated, sweaty, exhausted bodies lying next to each other on the bed.

alex pulled her into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as she rested her head on his chest, her fingers coming up to trace shapes on his skin.

"i meant every word." she said softly. "i can't wait to get married."

alex beamed, the smile lighting up his entire face. "good, because the only person i would want standing across the altar from me in that white dress is you."

he kissed her softly, holding her body close. "come on, let's go have a nice, warm shower, and then we can watch netflix with the cats until we can fall asleep."

"that's the second best idea i've heard all day."

"what was the first?"

"marrying you."

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 11 months

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Ghosftflower: The Artbook Cut

Okay guys, sorry for not doing much lately, holidays aside my laptop died so I am using something else in the meantime, so I had been a tad busy lately.

That being said, the Art Book arrived today! There wasn't a lot of ghostflower sadly, but I wanted to bring something regardless, so let's dig in!

Honestly while I don't consider myself an expert on these types of book, I own a few, and this one is...strange to say the least.

The formatting is off in a few parts, some things that don't make sense with what we are told in the movies, sections of the art book that assume we saw something on the movie that we didn't- I may do a post about it because looking at this book somehow gave me more questions than answers.

But that's a story for another post, let's go!

(Sorry for the quality of the pics, my phone isn't the best and I am not a good photographer myself.)

This one is right at the end, as part of the decoration between the walls of the book and the pages itself; it shows the entire city, but I focused on them for obvious reasons.

Also because the ending shot of this particular scene is one of my favourites in all the movie and seeing it in it's concert art form means a lot to me.

These two were in between pages at the beginning, the text talks more about the general process on the movie than them, so not a lot we can say.

Still lovely, I honestly wish we had more of Gwen and Miles swinging across New York, there is something beautiful and enchanting not only in them moving around in a way only a spider-hero can do, but also almost like a dance between these two.

Not so much ghostfloweer, but I still liked this pic of them together in Hobie's world.

The book acts as if we were suppose to see this world so one of those crazy things about this art book is seeing the stuff that was in the movie before it was cut.

Honestly the making-of this movie would either be insane or extremely edited because this is nuts.

Oh ho ho, we are getting to the MEAT.

Okay, I don't read Scripts very often, but the times I had has been interesting, specially since a lot of times it can reveal some small gags that either got cut on the movie, or that things that were in plain sight that you didn't notice. DEFINITELY will be reading the Script for this movie once I get my hands on it.

In this pic, it shows a deleted joke, either this was going to be in the cut of the movie when the book was in development, or it was left there but was already planned on being scrapped.

What I like about this deleted dialogue is that it shows, once again, that Gwen isn't always at the top of her game. As cool as she can be, she is still a teen who hasn't figured everything out.

I honestly find her more endearing trying to stick the landing and failing that just being cool and collected all the time.

Sorry for the long box of text, wasn't sure where to cut. There are two parts in this I want to highlight.

"They're both trying to impress each other,"

I found this extremely cute because while Miles trying to keep up with her and impress her is obvious (Just like everything else with Miles, as a said, the boy wears his heart in his sleeve and we love him for it,) but to be honest I didn't think Gwen was trying to do the same.

Now I imagine Gwen looking around this New York and trying to see what she could do to impress Miles- I love these earnest dorks.

The awkward gazelle part is also pretty much present in the movie; however I do like the comparison on how Miles himself knows now more than ever what he is capable of, which really shows in the rest on the movie, including in the train chase scene.

(Not really Ghostflower, but I LOVE how Miles never doubt on himself despite what he heard, need to talk about that eventually.)

More art of this beautiful scene, which was sparkled around these notes.

There is not much I want to analyze here as much as to, emphasize it?

Analyzing this movie so much and so often has really gotten to appreciate it to a whole new level, even if during said process I was able to see more of the mistakes and issues underneath.

This scene is really this and more, and what is astonishing is that is not that they are capturing the essence of the scene in some words, but rather come with the concept and create said scene, which is a lot more complicated.

And yet they pulled it off beautifully.

I really liked to highlight this part because 1) I and everyone else may need to start paying close attention to lighting because wow that detail is extremely cool, and 2) It really highlights a whole new layer to this scene.

They are getting close, both physically and emotionally, yet all the things they hide, how they hide themselves in a way, gets in the way of what they truly want. Is amazing because is a struggle that in the details is very much Spiderman, but below it is so human. Which honestly, part of the reason Spiderman as a whole as become so beloved over the years.

(Side note: Stan Lee decided to make Peter Parker in a era where superheroes were adults who basically could do anything, so coming with a teen who would also had teen issues was something that got people calling Stan nuts. Crazy how things how it worked out I'm right?)

Different stages development of this scene because of course I needed to include this, even if i can't say much of it really.

Not much to say here, except that this brief goes beautifully with the next excerpt of the book that I enjoyed.

"At that moment, anything is possible for the two of them." Isn't all of this phrased so beautifully?

While not telling us anything new, I want to relish in this little bits that just makes the scene feel so much whole as you read this.

How both Gwen and Miles don't want this to end, to keep the warmth between them going, to just linger because neither of them want to let the other one go. Frozen in place unable to move forwards for thall the unsaid things, yet refusing to move back.

They are lovely.

And that's all I have for them sadly! This book was extremely odd, it was very much lacking a lot of Miles and Gwen (Which kind of tracks, art books go mostly about design and their design's haven't change much,) but the fact that most of this information was at the end, alongside other things, makes me curious about what the heck went down while making this.

Or other stuff because is not the first time we see the remnants of the other versions of this movie peaking by.

#ghostflower #gwiles #miles morales #gwen stacy #atsv #across the spiderverse #ghostflower files #art book

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chrisbitchtree · 3 months

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A Little Less Conversation

My fic for day two of @harringrovelovefest!

Prompt: Conversation Hearts

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When Billy finds the first one in his locker, he figures it has to be a joke. He squints to read the tiny writing on the little candy heart, ignoring the sure sign that he should really see an optometrist. “Be my sugar daddy” he mumbles under his breath, smirking as he looks around for the culprit. No one looks particularly suspicious, so he pockets the object, forgetting all about it as his math teacher springs a pop quiz on the class.

He doesn’t think about it again until the next day when he quickly trades his textbooks for his gym bag and hears something clatter to the bottom of his locker. Looking down, he sees another little heart resting there. Kneeling down, he picks it up and flips it so he can read the inscription on it.

“Hot stuff”. Well duh, he doesn’t need a candy heart to tell him that he’s hot. He is starting to get a bit curious about who’s leaving the hearts, though. It has to be the same person because it would be too big a coincidence for two people to have the exact same idea. He slides the second heart into the same jacket pocket as the first, intending to think more about it later, but by the time practice is done, he’s late for dinner and Neil is pissed, so it completely slips his mind.

By the end of the next day, he’s collected two more, one when he got to school, and one after lunch, both of them in the exact same spot, right at the front of his locker shelf, where he’s sure to see them. “Super cool” and “Groovy”. Whoever’s leaving the hearts must be a huge dork to use terms like that, but they make him smile anyway as he adds both of them to his small collection.

By the next morning, he’s come to expect a heart, and he’s admittedly a little bit embarrassed at how sad he is when there isn’t one there before homeroom. His spirits are lifted though, when he goes to grab the novel they’re reading in English and finds a fifth heart, pink, stamped with “Be good to me”. He’d like to be, but he’ll have a tough time of it if the mystery gifter doesn’t reveal their identity.

“You ever have a secret admirer?” he asks Harrington as they stand under the bleachers at lunch, sharing Steve’s sandwich and cookies while Billy has a smoke.

“No,” Steve says quickly. “Why?” He gives Billy a weird look, but Billy doesn’t really think much of it at the time. Steve’s a weird guy. If Billy took the time to dissect every weird thing he did, he wouldn’t have room in his brain for anything else. It sure is a good thing Steve’s pretty.

Billy shrugs. “Just wondering. I think I might have one. I keep finding these candy hearts in my locker, but there’s never any note, just the hearts. For four days now.” He pulls them out of his pocket and thrusts them at Steve who takes them, looking each one over, carefully considering the messages.

“Sugar daddy, huh?” Steve laughs, holding up the first heart. “Is that something you’d be into?”

“No, it wouldn’t.” Billy replies, snatching his hearts back, trying to fight the blush creeping it’s way onto his cheeks at the thought of being Steve’s sugar daddy. God, he’s got to get over his stupid crush and just be happy to call the big dork his best friend.

It doesn’t stop him from imagining Steve taking his time to pick out perfect messages for Billy and sneaking them into his locker to put a smile on his face every time he finds a new one. By the day before Valentine’s Day, he’s got at least twenty hearts, some of his favourites reading “Be my love dove” and “I hope”. He’s stopped even trying to sneak up on his locker, because if it’s not Steve leaving the hearts, then he doesn’t care who it is.

Of course, as soon as he stops trying to find out the identity of his admirer, he catches them in the act. He’s forgotten his novel for English again, and the teacher lets him run back to his locker five minutes after class starts. The halls are deserted, except for someone, no, two someones, standing right in front of Billy’s locker.

He slows his pace, hoping he doesn’t scare them away. He squints, trying to make out who they are, wracking his brain, trying to think of what girls might fit the description of short, with short dark hair, and it looks like one of them is wearing a baseball cap? Billy really does need to go to the optometrist.

He tiptoes down the hall, making it to his locker just in time for Henderson and little Byers? to turn around, staring at him with wide eyes, looking ready to run for their lives.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Billy asks, really hoping that he doesn’t have to be a jerk and tell little Byers that he doesn’t return his feelings. The kid’s already struggling to find himself as it is. He doesn’t need the added stink of romantic failure.

“Uhhhhhhh, we thought you might like a little treat?” Henderson says, shoving an open box of candy hearts into Billy’s hands and trying to move around him to safety.

“I don’t think so,” Billy replies, holding out his arms and easily blocking both of them from moving. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me who put you up to this. Was it my sister? That little rat’s been trying to get back at me for accidentally eating her Home Ec brownies for weeks now.”

Just then, he hears a voice around the corner. “Dustin, Will,” the voice hisses. “Did you get the combination right this time? We have to get out of here quick, I don’t want Billy to know how I feel yet…”

And with that, Steve comes into view, his eyes growing bigger than both Dustin and Will’s as he spots Billy. He tries to turn and run, the little bastard, leaving the kids to fend for themselves, but Billy’s not letting anyone go without an explanation.

“Freeze” he whisper shouts and Steve does as he’s told, slowly turning to face Billy again.

He sighs, ducking his head as he walks over to them. “Let the squirts go, they were just helping me.”

Billy lowers his arms and Will and Dustin scramble away as fast as lightening, leaving him and Steve awkwardly alone.

“So, care to explain what’s going on?” Billy asks, still holding the stupid box of hearts, trying to take deep breaths to calm his wildly beating heart. “Please tell me this isn’t some kind of sick prank, Harrington.”

Steve shakes his head vigorously. “No, Billy, I swear, it’s not. Everything those hearts said is true. I do think you’re groovy and super cool, and you are hot stuff, and I want you to be me sugar daddy. Not literally, but the idea is kind of hot. I just didn’t know how to tell you how I feel. But I want you to be my love dove, I want you to be mine, as cheesy as that sounds. Will you? Be mine, that is?”

He looks at Billy with hopeful eyes, and instead of answering, Billy pours some of the hearts in the box into the palm of his hand, trying to look for the perfect one. When he finds it, he presses it into the palm of Steve’s hand.

Steve looks down at it, a smile slowly spreading over his face as the message sinks in. “Kiss me” he reads out loud. “Gladly.”

And with that, the candy hearts are clattering to the ground, forgotten as Steve slides his hands into Billy’s hair and claims his lips with his own in a gentle kiss. It’s quick, for fear of being caught, but that’s ok. There’s always later. A million other opportunities for Billy to love up on the sweet as sugar dork standing in front of him.

#harringrovelovefest2024 #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #chrisbitchtree writes #harringrove fic

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happilyfeatherafter · 4 months

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Happilyfeatherafter's ficrec Fridays

Back for my second week of fics I've read and loved recently, as well as a couple of throw backs. If you missed last week's you can find it here for more!

12 January 2024

Altitude by enochianprayer (@chapeldean, art by @hornystiel here and @naughtystiel here) is a wintery delight, in which Dean is a seasonal worker in a mountain lodge and Castiel is a hiker who's passing through. Enchanted by their brief encounter with each other, Dean can't get Cas out of his head, and Cas' questioning leads him to find something holy in the revelations he stumbles upon at the lodge. Sweet and romantic, wild and wandering, cosy and brave.

boy leave your boots by the bed by an_ardent_rain (@alulangel) is a post-canon fix it, a smutty cowboy kink (shh yes this WILL be a recurring theme on my rec lists), wish fulfilment fic for the spn bang bang with one of my favourite tropes of Dean and Cas going on little dates without really realising they're going on little dates, whilst pining. Plus absolutely wonderful banter:

Cas squints and ignores that. “Technically, you could say that this heaven is still ‘in beta’ now,” he says, and he uses the air quotes and it’s so adorable Dean bites the swell of a bottom lip to hold in a fond smile. Cas is, as always, a giant dork. “But we are soliciting feedback.”

“Yeah, you got a heavenly suggestion box? Hotline for complaints? Five stars, would die and spend eternity here again?”

“There are… more than five stars, Dean.”

Sweet Science by emmbrancsxx0, (@valleydean) is now complete, a 12 days of smutmas challenge continuation to the incredible destiel 1930s boxing au Heavyweight. Cas and Dean are on a romantic winter retreat to get out of the spotlight against the backdrop of the burgeoning economic depression in New York, both seeing the boxing world become harder to maintain a living. With Cas secretly planning to retire, and not yet letting on to Dean, can they navigate their future whilst still maintaining their hard fought for trust? I love these guys so much and am so glad to be back in their world.

The Root of this Love by kathscradle is for all the bearded!Misha fans. May he have survived the acrylic paint incident. The very short and sweet and sexy premise: Cas is hairy, now that he’s human. Dean can’t get a grip on himself. (But he sure can get a grip on Cas!) Smutty body hair celebration and body worship.

Just Being and Just Having by Englandwouldfall is the post-canon fic series I drop everything to read every time there's a new update. It delves so incredibly beautifully into Dean and Cas' history of miscommunication and gives them the chance to truly talk things out, finding themselves falling more deeply in love as they do so and understand their own mistakes but also what makes them work so well together when they're no longer under Chuck's thumb. Each chapter feels like therapy and a brain and heart massage! Two chapters left to go of Just Having, dive in now so you can lose your mind with me when it's complete.

Solitudes by ilovehowyouletmefall (@angelinthefire, art by @hawkland) is set in season 12 after Cas is nearly killed by Ramiel. Dean is close to acknowledging his feelings, whilst Cas is weighed down by the responsibility to find Kelly, but he agrees to help out on one more hunt before he leaves. Trapped, they encounter a monster which makes both of their nightmares come true...or so they think. Witnessing each other's despair, this is a haunting and genuinely creepy story that will make your heart ache.

#happilyfeatherafter ficrec friday #destiel fic #destiel #spn fic

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fun-k-board · 9 months

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TMNT : Mutant Mayhem X Gender Neutral Reader dating headcanons

Note(s): 2003 has me in a chokehold so I might accidentally mix their personalities, also you can probably tell who my favourite turtle is 💀

I've only seen this movie once, and I can't afford to go to the cinema again so I'm sorry that I didn't write a lot!

Leonardo

Leo basically has a full time job of trying to impress you, one time he even tried to drive a car and do tricks for you. It, unsurprisingly, went so bad that Splinter grounded him for a week.

While Splinter has always dug in that humans were dangerous and hateful, which is semi true, meeting April and you have diluted Leonardo's faith in that. He realises that you're just... People. People who make mistakes, who need to change, and who largely, have changed.

He likes learning about things you take for granted everyday, what was school like? Have you ever been to a restaurant? Do you like going outside a lot? Do you have a pet? Etc, etc.

Leo needs to try really hard in school because he's not naturally talented in science or math like Donatello, so he appreciates any help you can give him! He surprisingly likes homework, he views it like training, sort of like something to improve his skills.

He 100% searches a 'how to flirt' wikihow and gets absolutely slammed by his brothers for trying some of the worst pickup lines in history on you.

Leonardo wants to train you with self defense skills if you don't know any already, he puts on the training videos that Splinter used to learn himself and teach Leo and his brothers, so that you two can at least spend time by training together.

Raphael

Despite loving violence and fighting, he's always happy and his rage is never directed at you, he even tries to get you to let out your anger by training sometimes.

If you don't know how to fight, or don't want to learn, then he's perfectly fine with just giving you one of his sais and letting you stab a punching bag with it, or something.

Raph occasionally gets into more friendly fights and sparring matches with his brothers or classmates, he's always bragging to you about how cool he was and how awesome it was to fight.

He likes it when you initiate hugs or hand holding, it's not that he's embarrassed or doesn't want to initiate affection, or even have it at all, but Raph isn't the best at guessing what you want without outright asking. Which he does do a lot, but he feels awkward constantly asking for a hug, and he lets you know that he's always up for one.

Raphael doesn't want you in danger, but he does 100% egg you on to participate in fights and pull some chaos, even if minuscule.

Donatello

He's a complete dork and LOVES to try and impress you with knowledge on your favourite musical artists, TV shows and movies, etc, etc. Donnie gets super into anything you're into, and he even tries to subtly get you interested in things like K-pop or science, if you're not interested in them already.

Always rants about his interests, he could go on for HOURS about the hidden messages in a music video, especially when he can get out more often and speak to more people about what he likes.

He's so curious about humans and their biological functions, don't be weird not like that, he always used to watch documentaries to Splinter and his brothers confusion.

Donnie frequently imagines what life would be like without a shell, with his skin a different texture, with his ears all weird and sticking out, he constantly asks you questions about living as a human.

He adores it if you know a lot about biology, especially if you know about turtle biology, even if he and his brothers are different than regular turtles for obvious reasons.

Donnie loves holding your hand, whenever he's nervous, or if you're nervous, he likes squeezing your hand and just holding it for a while. Even if it's kind of awkward because of his three fingers.

Michelangelo

Mikey loves showing off his ninja skills to you. Oh, you're just watching a movie? Watch him do the stunt from that one scene about fifty times.

He doesn't have much of a 'taste' in movies or music, he just sort of watches whatever captures his interest. His most watched media consists of an intense crime documentary and Pingu.

Mikey loves hugging you, no matter what you're doing he just (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠) His favourite way of hugging you is from behind, because then you can do whatever you want and he isn't bothering you, but he also gets to give you a hug.

As the youngest sibling, Michelangelo loves getting you involved in pranks that involve screwing over his brothers. He will beg you, BEG YOU, to let him stand on your shoulders to place a bucket of water on top of a door, to help him dye his brothers masks the wrong colours, basically anything!

He loves making friends and would like to meet your friends and family, that is if you have any or have a good relationship with them, and if you do, he's trying to impress them so he can in turn impress you.

He also expects you to get along with his family, you don't need to constantly hang out with them, but he likes to have the knowledge that his family accepts and trusts you, he also likes to have the knowledge that you trust his family.

While not being the most perfect and strong guy, he has full respect for you and he shows it in semi unconventional ways. Mikey constantly likes to play video games with you, and while he's never been able to play the newest or most expensive, he may or may not steal a game or two just for you.

If you have a console, PC or even just a god damn phone that can handle a decent game, expect you two to play for HOURS.

What shows both his family and you that he does truly love you is when he gives you a slice of his pizza, if you're vegan or allergic to his favourite flavour, he'll order what you can eat instead of what he wants.

His brothers genuinely have a full hour of just staring in shock at you and him when that happens.

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everydaymanafterdark · 6 days

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I finished reading the original Sam and Max comics by Steve Purcell, so I'm going to share some of my favourite panels from it! Let's goooo!!!

He won him a stuffed horsey TuT Also I find it very interesting how Max's proportions are a bit more chonky here at the start, you can later see how they become more streamlined and intensified into the shapes we recognize from the games.

Sam being protective of Max. 👌

He's biking up a freaking volcano to save him. Call it what you want but that requires some immense devotion (Also, nice patoot there Sam)

Loved this reminder that Sam, too, is a dork.

Pretty sure that this is the first instance of "Max, you don't even like girls"

They sleep in a bunk bed, and apparently Sam is on top. Also, those Western jammies.

I'm just finding it very cute that their families celebrate the holidays together okay

This one just made me laugh...

... same with this one!

Cute phone scenes! Always love the way Steve illustrated these.

Speaking of illustration, the art in this comic goes HARD when it wants to.

They're snoozing together. <3

Just a very cute panel. I would be tempted to use one of these faces as an avatar.

Also, let's talk about this gesture real quick. They legit do this a lot (see this post)

And I would just like to add that we even see in Beyond Time and Space when Satan tries to do the same head-pat on Max and he very visibly hates it. He genuinely only allows Sam to do it. I am deceased.

Another panel that made me laugh.

Here it's sweet that Sam keeps Max from smoking, but also the dialogue cracks me up.

The implication that Sam wears his suit because he doesn't want to unsettle humans?

They got a Congeniality Award right under a framed photo of them hitting a KKK member. Goals.

EDIT: Also I forgot to mention this adorable picture wall from the beginning!! This confirms that Sam and Max took baths together when they were kids, as was implied in Beyond Time And Space. Cuuuute

Again!! Kickass inking!!

This page... honestly caught me off-guard for how somber and serious it is all of the sudden. Like, damn. The realization that Steve could emotionally destroy me with his comicking skills, huh

And they still manage to cope. I think I saved this one because Sam calls Max "lovable and cuddly".

That's all I got, thank you and goodnight!! 🙇‍♂️ ❤️

#sam and max #original post #freelance husbands #freelance police #long post #Youtube

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scenteddelusion5 · 2 months

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"Two households, both unalike in dignity, In our unsightly hell, where we lay our scene," PART 5 (FINISHED)

Vox x gn reader (Alastor's child)

Note: LAST PART!!! Are you ready?!

Word count: 4074

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Y/n's eyes slowly opened. How long were they asleep? They slowly pushed themselves up. Familiar sheets covered them, it was theirs. Looking around they were on their room, only it looked to be a lot cleaner. All their dirty clothes had disappeared, their box stood newly organised in the bookcase and the dirty cup that usually stood on their nightstand was gone. In its stead stood a beautiful vase with their favourite flowers in it.

Their shoulder was patched up. It hadn't completely healed yet, it still hurt but not as much anymore. Y/n threw his legs out of bed, trying to stand up only to fall down again. They hadn't had any energy left, despite having slept for at least a few hours.

"Where's Vox?" Y/n whispered to themselves.

That's when it hit them, Vox had gotten hurt because of them. their adrenaline pumped up again, giving Y/n the strength to stand up again. They ran, or rather stumbled, out of the room.

"Vox!"

Alastor ran up from his eat when he heard noises coming from upstairs. His child was finally awake. He ran to the stairs and there they were.

"Careful, little fawn, you'll fall." Alastor held them up using his shadows.

"Vox! No, where's Vox?!" They tried to pull themselves away from the shadows. "I have to get to Vox."

"Your... 'boyfriend'... is fine." Alastor said with disgust. "He is coming by later in the afternoon. You should lay down again."

"You aren't going to hurt him?"

"As much as I dislike him, I now see that you two are truly in love." He held them by the arm and let them back to their room. "You've been asleep for two days, the angelic rope had drained a lot of your energy." He sat them down back on the bed. "That noisy picture box of yours had come by six times since he had awoken, even brought you flowers."

"He brought these." They mumbled, reaching for the flowers.

The Radio Demon looked at their child smiling at something as simple as a few flowers like they were the biggest treasure in the world.

"Little fawn, I'm sorry. I tried to protect you to the best of my ability but I almost lost you because of it." He pulled them into a hug. "Please forgive me."

Y/n hugged him back. "I forgive you."

"Now, what would you like to eat?" Alastor pulled back and patted their head. "You must be starving."

"Jambalaya sounds really good right now."

"Good old Jambalaya it is then." He stood up and was about to leave the room. "Oh, I almost forgot, he left you a gift. I put it on your desk." The door closed with a click and they were all alone again.

They stood up again and slowly made their way to the desk. A small unfamiliar, black box sat in the corner. Inside it sat a brand new VoxTech phone, a new phone case and a note:

I'm sorry love but after what happened I kept the tracker on. -Love Vox <3

Picking up the case, it had a cute drawing of a deer in the green woods on the back. Y/n turned on the phone, on it popped the same picture of Vox and them. He had transferred all their data and settings.

Y/n looked at their two contacts; Vox and Velvette. Their finger hovered over the calk button. Alastor said he would came by later anyway... But they really wanted to hear his voice, just to see if he is okay. They clicked.

It took Vox only two seconds to pick up. "Y/n? Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm doing fine. I just woke up. How are you?"

"Now that I'm talking to you, better than ever doll." His voice deepened, trying to sound cooler. Y/n really loved this dork.

"Sir, the presentation is-" A squeaky voice could be heard through the call.

"Don't you see I'm on the phone." Vox dismissed him.

"If you're busy I can calk later."

"NO! Don't worry about it, I'm not busy, Vox said quickly, "you know what? I'm so not busy I will come over right away!"

"But sir-" The voice spoke again.

"Bye bea, I'll see you in a minute!"

Y/n could only imagine the panic on his worker's face when Vox sprinted out of that meeting. After speaking with him again, Y/n felt their energy recover even more and decided to head downstairs.

Alastor was working on his special Jambalaya in the kitchen. His little, deer tail swaying to the sound of jazz music coming from the radio. Hearing Y/n enter, he turned around.

"What are you doing out of bed?" He asked. "You should be resting more."

"I feel rested enough." Y/n stalked over to the stove. "It smells amazing."

"Of course it does, I made it. I also put in the 'secret ingredient'." He winked. "Even used your favourite."

A knock came from the front door.

"I'll get it!" They rushed to the front door. "Hey Vox!"

"Y/n!" He hugged his lover. "How are you healing up? Does it still hurt? Should I get tou some painkillers?"

Alastor rolled his eyes hearing the TV Demon at the door.

"No need, I'm doing fine."

The two walked back in through the hallway into the kitchen.

"More importantly, how is your wound?" They gently grabbed his arm to inspect the wound. "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

"You didn't do anything! I-I jumped in front of you! It's my fault." Vox slightly buffered as he was talking a mile a minute. "I'm just happy you're fine." He put on his adorable, dorky, little smile.

"Vox, I wasn't expecting you until 5 pm." Alastor's voice sounded irritated but his smile didn't falter.

"Well, Y/n called me. So I rushed over."

There definitely still was tension between the two, a lot of tension. But they weren't openly nor aggressively hostile towards each other. It was progress.

Alastor's smirk grew wider. "Then why don't you join us for lunch. I made Jambalaya." He put down the pot on the dining table.

Vox sat down next to Y/n, wrapping his arm around them. "Sure."

Vox regretted his decision as soon as Alastor pulled of the lid revealing the Jambalaya. A familiar smell reeked from it, there was demon meat inside it.

"You know what, I think I'll pass." Vox laughed nervously.

"I can't believe how rude your boyfriend is being Y/n. Not eating the food I so lovingly prepared." The Radio demon took a big scoop and put it on a plate. "At least take a bite."

"It's fine if you don't want it." Y/n pulled the plate away from him. "I'll finish it for you."

"What kind of man can't even finish his own plate?"

"Those are old-timey values, dad."

"Hmm." Alastor looked him up and down. "It's still disrespectful."

"Like we have ever had respect for each other, you old bastard," Vox said holding up his middle finger.

"See, that's not any way to talk to the father of your partner."

"Dad, stop it." Y/n scolded him. "You don't have to eat anything you don't want to."

Vox looked down to the Jambalaya and then back up to a smug looking Alastor. "I'll try it."

"Splendid!" Alastor grabbed two more plates and filled them up. "Bon appetite!"

Vox slowly used his fork to bring the Jambalaya to his mouth. He had eaten demon flesh before, this shouldn't be any different. Just bite through it.

The TV Demon swallowed as fast as possible. "Blur, that was... sure something."

"Aren't you going to finish your plate?" Alastor challenged him.

And so the lunch went on. Vox almost throwing up with every bite while Alastor was smirking at him every time.

"There, I finished it!" He yelled, victorious.

"Then would you like seconds?"

"Dad! Leave him alone. You've bullied him enough." Y/n was quite surprised by hoe civil the two still were but that didn't mean they had fully forgiven him. "Besides, you had hurt him pretty badly too during my 'rescue'. Don't you think he deserves an apology?" They knew they were pushing the Radio Demon's limits with that one and yet they still wanted to see if he actually would.

Alastor sighed, "Vox."

Was he actually going to?

"My sincerest apologies, I hadn't realized how weak you truly are and therefore used too much force."

"Oh fuck you."

"Now that that's out of the way, we have more important things to discuss." Alastor stood up and brought the dirty dishes to the sink. "You see, after my poor fawn had passed out and Vox decided to be dramatic, I captured the demon behind the attack. I still have him, Paris and the imp in my possession"

"Hmm, you know, I've always wondered what imp tastes like." Y/n cheekily suggested.

"As for Paris, I will have some fun with him and then hand him over to Rosie." Alastor had washed off the dishes and was putting them back in the cupboards. "He's her responsibility. The last Demon's fate is up to you, DEAR future son in law." The nickname was spat out like venom.

"So, who is the fucker that wanted them dead anyway?" Vox enquired.

"It seemed a certain colleague of yours had gotten jealous and decided to take my little fawn out."

"Val," Vox whispered. "I knew he was acting weird."

"How are you planning to deal with him?"

Vox looked at Y/n, their deer eyes staring back at him. He could have lost them forever, all because Valentino couldn't get over being dumped. He had to kill him. Not only to ensure Y/n's safety but also to prove himself to Alastor. To prove that nothing comes before them.

"Do you have angelic weapons here?"

Vox, Y/n and Alastor had wondered deep into the forest on the Radio Demon's territory. Nothing could be heard except for some hellbirds chirping.

"Doesn't this bring you back, little fawn?" Alastor lamented. "I still remember your first hit, we buried his leftovers next to that old tree. Haha, those were the days!"

"Yeah, I couldn't even finish a liver back then!" Y/n laughed.

As terrifying as their conversation was, it could not compare the what he was going to do. He knew Val had to go, for their sake, but he was still an old friend. One HE had to kill. He couldn't even discuss it with Velvette first!

Oh she was going to be so mad, with Valentino gone both their workloads would increase tenfold.

They stopped at a clearing. Vox held the gun in his sweaty hands. Alastor opened a pitch black portal. Out of it he pulled a tied up Val.

"Don't you know how shitty it is in there!" The overlord yelled. "Ah, Voxie baby, thanks for getting me out of there."

Vox held up the gun and pointed it straight at the man's head.

"Wowowow, what's all this about?" Valentino looked around seeing Alastor and Y/n glaring at him. "Are you seriously choosing them over me? You FUCKING need me! YOU NEED ME!!!" He started to approach Vox. "These two are going to get rid of you after me!"

"Goodbye Val." Vox pulled the trigger. An angelic bullet shot straight through the demon's head, killing him instantly. "So, what are we going to do with the body?"

"Don't worry, the animals will take care of it."

A month went by like a breeze. Vox had to find a new face for the V's 'film' department, in the meantime he had to take over as Velvette refused to take on more work.

"Fuck no!" She had yelled when he even brought up the possibility of taking over a little bit of paperwork.

So it all fell on him. This also meant he had less time to spend with Y/n, which they understood. And Alastor got to enjoy the chance to tell him how much of a terrible boyfriend he was for not spending enough time with them.

All and all, things went well.

As Vox's workload got smaller and smaller the couple started to spend more time together, which Alastor loathed. So the man took every chance he got to interrupt the two.

Going to the movies, suddenly there is a power outage. Having dinner at restaurant, Alastor invites himself along. Taking a walk through the forest, suddenly he NEEDS Y/n's help with something.

It became a sort if challenge between the two, who could keep Y/n's attention for the longest.

The couple were laying on the bed in their room Y/n reading a book while Vox was handling some more documents. Door wide upon as per Alastor's rules.

"I swear he is doing it on purpose!" Vox complained. "I mean, he straight up attacked me this time."

"He wants to see what you can do, train you." They turned over a page in their book. "It's his way of bonding. He already likes you a lot better, I swear!

He sighed, "if you say so, sweets. I sometimes just wished we could get along better, not just for my comfort but for yours." Vox set down his tablet on their nightstand and combed his fingers through their hair. "It must be exhausting to have us bicker all the time."

Before Y/n could answer, however, they got interrupted.

"My little fawn!" Alastor walked in. "I have to go to a meeting and I was wondering if you would come with me?"

"Oh." Y/n looked up at Vox. "I think I'm staying here. I haven't had the chance to hang out with Vox in quite some time."

"That's so unfortunate, you see." The overlord smirked. "It's quite the chance to build some steady connections for when it's time to climb up the ranks for you, but oh well!"

"If that's the case, why don't you take Vox with you?!"

"Pardon?"

"He is an overlord too, connections would be useful, right?" They looked the TV Demon in the eyes.

"Uhm well yes, bu-"

"Then this is your chance!" They jumped up from the bed and started pushing Alastor out of the room. "He'll be down in five."

For some strange reason or another, the Radio Demon didn't make a fuss about it. Just accepted that Vox would come with, strange... Very strange...

Alastor and Vox stood awkwardly next to each other right outside the front door.

"So, are we taking a car, or...?" Vox broke the silence.

"If we still lived in my time we would have just taken the trolly," the Radio Demon remarked, "But we aren't so get those legs moving. It's quite far."

The TV glared at the other walking away. "Where are we going, anyway?"

Alastor looked back at the man catching up to him. "Don't worry your ugly little head over it!"

"This 'ugly head' scored your child, motherfucker!" He retorted.

A shadowy tentacle shot out of Alastor's back. The appendage hit Vox right in the middle of his screen, almost cracking it.

"I didn't take you for a gambler," Vox said, staring at the buzzling casino the two were about to enter, "what would Y/n think of you?"

"I don't frequent establishments of this kind often but when I do, I don't plan on losing." Alastor made his way inside, the other following him. "This is your chance to show me what you're made of. Don't ruin it."

Vox followed the demon into the back where a familiar overlord was sitting at a poker table.

"Husker my old friend, I see you are at again!" He sat down at the table and as soon as he did, a few of the denizens that excused themselves. "How about a round? Even brought easy pickings."

"I'm not easy pickings!" Vox yelled whole sitting down, not willing to back of from this challenge.

"Vox, huh, didn't realise you became chummy with the Radio Demon." Husker looked him up and down. "Fine, you can join but remember, we're dealing in souls over here!"

As soon as Vox sat down, chips appeared before him. These chips, however, weren't your usual casino chips. No, these held a soul in them. He couldn't believe this was happening, gambling with souls was very risky and here Alastor, fucking Alastor, was willing to risk it against the overlord of gambling. Not only that, but the man had pulled him along too.

The cards were shuffled and everyone got their own deck. This was insane, losing even one game could mean losing his position as an overlord. Now that Vox was thinking about it, Alastor had planned to bring Y/n along for this.

He was willing to risk Y/n's power and soul for a stupid game! This didn't feel right, Alastor would never. Then maybe, just maybe, the Radio Demon had already secured the win before even starting the game.

Vox looked over at the man, and the face he saw confirmed it. The Radio Demon was smirking even wider than ever before. This was going to be Husk's last night as an overlord. For him this meant to protect his own souls at all costs and let Alastor handle the rest.

"Come on Husker, are you really going to back out now?" Alastor teased, "Maybe you'll win it all back in one last round!"

"I don't have more souls." Husker glared at the giant stack of chips in front of the other two.

"Well technically you do have one more... But I understand why you wouldn't gamble with it." The Radio Demon put on a fake disappointed face while still maintaining his signature smile. "I guess that's it for the gambling overlord."

The two other demons were about to stand up and leave before Husker spoke up, "Wait! One more round but keep in mind that I have only one souls to bet!"

"It's a deal then!" The Radio Demon immediately agreed. "I'll put in all my chips for your singular soul."

"I'm backing out." Vox took his chips and made them disappear. Knowing Alastor, the demon would've taken all his souls too this round if he didn't. Besides, he had even gained a few souls that night.

"Heads up, then?" Husker asked at which Alastor agreed.

It was a brutal sight. The horror in Husker's eyes after he realised he not only lost his position as an overlord but also lost his own soul, all in the same night.

"Well good friend, it's getting late and I have to prove to my little fawn I didn't kill their suiter!" Alastor made all his chips disappear. "Come on Vox, Y/n is waiting on us."

"Right..." Vox was still flabbergasted about what he witnessed that day.

Once outside, he gained the confidence to speak up. "What was that?"

"Just some dealings, shouldn't an overlord like you understand such a simple concept?" Alastor chided. "Or are you as incapable as I first guessed you were!"

"That's not what I meant! You were going to have Y/n gamble with souls?!" Vox stepped in front of him, blocking the way. "You know how risky that would be you lollipop looking FUCKER!!!"

"They would've been just fine," he shrugged, "besides, it's about time they gained more power. I can't always be there for them, especially when they go behind my back." He shot a glare at the other man.

"Then why were you fine with me coming?"

"Hmm, if they're going to be with you, I should make sure you can protect them."

The rest of the way back was silent. Vox mulling over the other's words.

Weeks went by and instead of fighting over Y/n's attention, Alastor started to pull Vox away from them for 'training sessions'. While Vox found them to be tortures, he couldn't deny they weren't useful.

It was Y/n's birthday, the house was decorated with banners and guests were coming over. Vox had already been there since morning, annoying their father. Rosie, Franklin, some other cannibals and even Velvette came over. Gifts stacked on the table, snacks were available next to the pile.

"Oh darling, it's good to see you." Rosie shook their hand. "And another happy birthday!"

"Thanks, Rosie!"

At some point Alastor pulled Vox away from the party into his study.

"I need to talk with you." The Radio Demon filled his cup with whatever was in the ceramic pitcher. "As you know I am quite the traditional man."

"I'm aware," Vox answered.

"Then I probably won't have to tell you this but I just want to make sure." He took a sip from his mug. "If I find out you two partook in any... Usual marital affairs before you two could wed, I will hunt you to the edges of hell and rip your soul apart." Alastor grew twice in size, his eyes turned into dials, and static and symbols appeared all around him. "G̸̟͉̍̃͒̐͝Ö̴͔̫̀T̸̻̹̆ ̶̺͉̻̫̝̯̈̉̅̏̑ ̸̠̞͌͋͛͑͛̉͝͝I̵̖̩̓̃̈͝Ṫ̷̨̧̥̺̤̗̳̹͒̐?!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Great!" In one second the Radio Demon was back to his usual self. "Now let's get back to the party, shall we?"

Guests came and went, until only Alastor and Vox were left.

"So, uhm, the night's almost over but I haven't given you my gift yet." Vox held a rectangle box in his nervous sweaty hands. "Here."

Y/n carefully pulled of the ribbon and the wrapping paper, revealing a box. It was a V-Reader.

"Thank you."

"I wasn't sure you would like it but it can hold of 5 million books, designed it myself!"

"It's perfect." Y/n kissed the screen right between his eyes where his nose would have been.

"Erhmehm," Alastor fake coughed while glaring at the other overlord, "You also haven't received my gift yet." He grabbed their hand, holding it tightly.

Before Y/n realised what he was about to do, pure power started running through their veins from their hand to the rest of their body.

"I got these souls recently and have no need for them. I figured you could use some more power."

"I see, thanks."

The rest of the night was spend with just the two lovebirds in their room, door open of course.

"Dad's been acting weird, don't you think?"

"He has been his some old annoying self as far as I've noticed." Vox ran his fingers through their hair. "Why do you think that?"

"He would've never given me souls if it wasn't for something important and instead of trying to pull me away, he has been 'training' you." Y/n laid their head on his chest, listening for his heartbeat. "He has also been very sentimental the last few days, looking back on childhood memories, cooking together, hunting together. It all feels off."

"Then we'll ask him about it tomorrow, I doubt he would want to worry you."

"If you say so."

They were never able to ask him, because when the two of them woke up without the father yelling at Vox to get out of their bed, the two knew there was something wrong. They looked around the house, Alastor, however, was nowhere to be found.

They went to Cannibal Town to ask around, but no one had seen him there either. Not even Rosie knew where he was. Y/n's worry grew and grew. It got so bad that Vox decided to use his camera's to look all over hell to look for a sign of the Radio Demon.

Nothing, absolute no sign of Alastor.

Months went by, still no sign. Y/n moved into Vox's apartment, for both safety and not to feel lonely in their old home where everything reminded them of their father.

Even after all this time, Y/n still held hope, however, after two years that hope dissolved too. Vox and them started taking over all of the Radio Demon's responsibility.

After a while the two of them even got engaged and Y/n had accepted the fact that their father likely would never come back.

Epilogue

Seven years went by and the love birds were extremely happy, until one day Vox was working in his office and one of his camera's that he had around the princes' new hotel picked up something.

"THAT FUCKER IS BACK!" Vox yelled, staring at the screen showing the Radio Demon casually hanging out at the Hazbin Hotel. "He didn't even tell Y/n. Oh, I'm going to make him suffer for their grieve. I'm going to make you wish you'd stayed gone!"

And that's the end. My next long series is with Zestial, part 1 already out. But if you have any one-shot request for me check out my pinned post with all the characters I write about!

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