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“Youre jealous… arent you?”

She scoffed “whats there to be jealous of? I’m just saying shes a woman who already currently has a boyfriend and yet here she is still entertaining you”

“And you care why?”

“Because I dont want her to just fuck you and be done with it, you dont deserve that.” Her tone suddenly turned sour, “But youre a guy so maybe thats all you care about”

“You know thats not true”

“Isnt it?”

“You are jealous.”

“No. Im not.”

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I want to make him all his favorite foods 🥹

(LISTEN im not trying to baby him too much but the urge to take care of this man runs deep, im literally just a girl okay)

The concept of taking care of Spencer has me so so soft. He’s been through so much and he just deserves to be loved :(

Just the urge to hold him while he falls asleep, kissing his forehead and playing with his hair. He feels so safe in your arms, just relaxing and quieting his busy mind. Making sure he’s always comfortable, keeping him warm and cozy and tucked in and AGH

His nightmares are practically nonexistent now that he sleeps next to you, but you’re always there to calm him down if he does have one. Helping him steady his breathing, whispering sweet-nothings to him until he falls asleep again, staying up for a bit to watch over him while he sleeps.

Letting him lay his head in your lap, tracing along his face, petting his hair (again!! he’s such a sucker for having his hair played with.) He loves loves the sound of your voice, almost always falling asleep when you read to him, so at ease around you.

Sharing your food with him, checking in throughout the day to see if he’s eaten. Bringing him his silly little treats (chocolate sprinkled doughnuts!!!) and bringing him snacks while he’s working. Making sure he drinks actual water instead of just 4 cups of sugar filled coffee everyday (…that parts a work in progress)

Listening to him talk about his feelings, always just being there. Wiping his tears and holding him tight, cuddling him until he feels better.

Encouraging him!! Being his #1 supporter!! Sometimes he gets insecure and doubts himself, but then you’re there! Showering him in compliments and love and kisses, sounding so serious and so passionate that he just has to believe you.

You make him feel so loved (and so flustered, have him giggling and kicking his feet) and he just wants to give you back all that love and more </3

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The chokehold that he has me in rn.

Sometimes "babygirl" is a 44-year-old man, and you have to accept that.

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If I wrote a pirate story with my own OCs. Would yall read it?

Id be posting it on AO3 and just have the link here.

If yall like slowburns, pirates, magic, and found family amongst other tropes let me know

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Agony

If I could rip my heart out of its chest

If I could pluck and pull out every butterfly in my gut

If I could tear out every vein, nerve, and cell that aches for you.

For I would gouge out these autumn brown eyes

If only it would provide solace; out of sight out of mind.

These arms that ache for your embrace

These lips that crave your taste

This cold soul that cries for warmth

For I would rather die of thirst than drown in your sweet poison

I hope that I die a happy woman

I dream of bruises only we could see

If only you could see the bruised heart you left me; so rip it out

Maul me for passion and warmth to pour over gentle fingers

To free the creature running rambunctiously throughout

How I cried when it clawed from the inside.

But as you broke skin, you were touching me!

Such warmth from your hands--or my blood, I thought

And where the ruby had dripped, slick and bright

The blood dried the same color as these autumn brown eyes

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Bad Hair Day (Platonic Velvette/Reader)

This originally was supposed to be a scene with Alastor and reader, but I realized it suited Vel waayyyy more. As someone who grew up with curly hair with zero understanding on what to do with it, I love the headcannon that Vel has all the products and curly girl tips and tricks.

You’d been staring at yourself in the mirror for what felt like hours. Your hair was a giant mane of frizz and fluff, and at this point you were too exhausted to go through the process of re-wetting, curling, drying and then brushing it out in frustration again. There was hair gel, various brushes, and loose hair strands covering the bathroom sink. Perhaps you should have just straightened it and delt with the repercussions of dead burnt hair later. 

Feeling utterly defeated, you grabbed a hairband and tied your hair back into a bun, exiting the bathroom when the door unlatched itself, Velvette walking in on the messy display.

“Honestly what could you possibly be--“ she startled at the hurricane that had hit your bathroom, “oh babes! What the hell happened to you?”

“Bad hair day I suppose” there was no enthusiasm in your voice. 

“Oh my god, sit down now.” 

Velvette ushered you to sit back down in your chair, closing the door behind. 

“I was wondering what was taking you so long, you shoulda just come and gotten me sooner” she took a quick photo of your hair before beginning to spritz the mane with a large spray bottle filled with water mixed with conditioner, your hair soaked it up, its volume decreasing drastically as it became entirely soaked, brushing any knots out with a wide toothed comb. 

“I was thinking about just cutting it all off to save us both the trouble” Velvette let out an offended gasp. 

“Dont you fucking dare.” you laughed at the reaction as she began to rake curl cream through your hair with her fingers, scrunching it. The feeling of her fingers scratching your scalp was soothing, you closed your eyes practically purring at the massage. You could tell she was only doing it for as long as she did for your own sake and enjoyment and not for the actual hair. Velvette then began raking in gel before she parted your hair, sectioning it off into clumps as she finger coiled the strands of the sections. 

“Whats that for?”

“You curl pattern has to be utterly destroyed at this point. I’m just giving it some nutrients again and reminding it how it should be formed and not a cragly mess”

You gave a hum as a response as she moved onto the next section of hair, rewetting it with the spray bottle before repeating what she did on the first. She was singing some sort of British pop song to herself that you had no clue what the lyrics were. Out of all the the Vees, Velvette had always been your favorite. Her brash sassy personality and witty attitude never failed to amuse you. She was fearless in everything she did despite how new to the scene of overlordship she was. Over the past few years you had been working together, she had gone from a business partner to one of your closes friends. You had never had sisters but you could only assume a day with Velvette was exactly what is was like, clothing being shared and stolen, petty arguments, and then going out for brunch 20 minutes later. Velvette was right, you probably should have asked her for help sooner, she definetely enjoyed upkeep more, but you were determined to figure it out for yourself, and ultimately, failed. 

Velvette--who was finally finished with the finger coils-- started scrunching your hair again with a microfiber towel before grabbing a blow dryer and attaching the diffuser. 

“My hair always comes out frizzier when I use that thing. Plus it takes forever” you pouted.

“That’s because you dont know squat about proper hair care” she said, hovering the diffuser on low heat and speed, letting the gel cast dry. 

“My mother taught me how to take care of my hair” she mused, “Dressed me up, helped get me into fashion. When I was younger the other kids didn’t have the same type of hair as me. We tried to tame it down to help fit in with the others or else those dirty little cunts would try to touch it or ask a million questions, but my hair never worked like theirs. Eventually I stopped giving two shits and started wearing my hair however the fuck I wanted” Vel had started taking chunks of your hair and let it plop on the diffuser, scrunching it up to your scalp and holding it there till semi dry enough to go to the next. She made sure your turned your head over at various angles to let the hair fall naturally and give more volume. 

“Your hair is gorgeous” you praised.

It was absolutely true, her hair had always been one of, if not her best quality, and how she had the patience and skill to do a different look every day was beyond you. Today she was wearing her hair in cornrows, tied into a cute bun in the back, strands of curly hair dangling to perfectly frame her face. 

“I guess I never really cared about that sort of thing before meeting you Vel”

“And thank Lucifer you did. I mean where would you possibly be without me?” 

“Probably bald.” 

She gave a swift slap at your head which you laughed off. 

Once she finally finished Vel put a few droplets of hair oil into her palms before scrunching the stiff gel cast off. She took a step back to admire her work, giving herself a triumphant smirk before whipping out her phone to take hundreds of photos, posting and tweeting about her achievement with a before and after photo. She had done a brilliant job, the curls fell in loose yet defined curls with a beautiful shine and volume. Vel had outdone herself once again and she knew it. 

“Thank you, It looks amazing”

“Of course it does! Now fuck off, we have places to be”  

With a quick hug and peck on the temple Vel was off, laughing and texting on her phone. You admired yourself in the mirror a moment longer, watching the curls sway and bounce as you shook your head, before following her out the door.

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Some human alastor redraws

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After the War Part 1 (Alastor X fem!Reader)

Part 2

‼️Mention of blood and finale spoilers‼️

I dont know how alastor popped up perfectly fine after nearly dying and going insane in his radio tower. Anyway, heres him actually getting taken care of by reader.

I dont like Y/N, so I gave her an actual name.

Darcy saw the blood trailing to the destroyed radio tower. Her heart felt it was beating out of its chest, she called his name desperately and there was still no response. She raced to the rubble filled room, swinging the trap door open. She looked around the room in a frantic manner, her eyes catching on the man in red sitting against a wall, clutching his torso covered in blood. Alastors breathing was ragged, and he barely seemed to notice her presence.

“Alastor!” she cried, racing towards him. His cane was snapped in two by his side, his hair and clothing disheveled, covered in blood and debris from the collapsed building.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” she mumbled to herself, she glanced around the room and found the emergency medical kit. She removed Alastors hand from the wound, the gash horribly gruesome across his stomach, his hand that covered it was slick with blood.

“Hey Alastor darling, I need you to talk to me” Darcy said, lifting the blood soaked shirt, peeling the fabric off his skin. She tried to clean around the wound best she could before beginning with stitches.

“I almost died for them. Isn’t that ridiculous” he scoffed, his breathing shallow.

“Yes and it was very valiant” she said as the needle and thread wove his skin together, Alastor winced, but gave no complaints.

“The great Alastor, altruist died for his friends” he said, as if he was quoting a headline from the paper. “No..” he whispered, “That won’t do.” Darcy had realized he was mostly talking to himself at this point, that was fine, she needed him distracted as she finished the stitch work. With a final tug, the wound was closed. She grabbed the gauze and wrapped it around his torso, he let out a sharp hiss when he had to sit up straighter.

Once bandaged the two just sat there in silence for a moment. Darcy's hands were in fists on her lap, Alastors blood staining her skin. The adrenaline was finally coming down and she was shaking, squeezing her fists tight to keep any kind of composure, but the tears were burning her eyes and it was all too much, everything was too much. A sob broke out and she hung her head, staring at all the blood.

“Darcy Darling?”

“I almost lost you..” her voice croaked out.

Her eyes met with Alastors, his widening in surprise through her blurry vision.

“I almost lost you.” She repeated.

“I assure you i'm perfectly fine”

“But Pen isn't.” She snapped, “Pens dead. The hotel is in ruins, and you. almost. died!”

The tears were spilling over, she couldn't stop them, couldn't get rid of the lump in her throat, the crack in her voice. She was angry, she was scared, she was grateful, it was all too much.

Alastor leaned over and placed a clawed hand over her cheek, wiping the tears.

“You can’t keep taking it all on yourself. I told you to let Charlie handle it, for someone to help you. You barely escaped and if Lucifer had not--” Alastor pulled her into a tight embrace, careful for her not to fall directly on the wound. Too distracted with her emotions, she hadn’t even realized the initiated physical contact. She held onto his coat, clenching onto him for dear life, her tears staining the shoulder of his coat.

“I never wanted to make you worry Darcy dear”

The two stayed like that in the broken radio tower till her sobs quieted. Alastor held her the whole time.

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We don’t talk enough about the satisfying feeling you get as an author when you’ve written exactly the fic you wanna read

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After the War Part 2 (Alastor X fem!reader)

Part 1

‼️finale spoilers‼️

Darcy entered the radio demons room to find it almost completely dark minus a warm reading lamp at a desk at which he sat. He had changed out of his bloody suit into a simple clean black button up, soft click clacking coming from the type writer he hunched over. His head snapped at attention towards the door, the shadow that had followed her, returning to its master. 

“I told you to rest”

“I’m not out there are’t I?” he replied, continuing to type away. 

Darcy gave a scoff as she walked herself to the large bed, resting her back against the headboard. “You know what I meant.”

Alastor continued writing not paying her any mind. The two stayed like that for what felt like forever, a comfortable silence with the white noise of his typing, the sound of soft jazz from a record player in the opposite corner of the room. 

“What have you decided to write about?” she finally asked. Alastor let out a small grumble, his ears were flat, pinned to his head, the only sign of his irritation.

“That old pal of mine was watching, I know it.”

“So you’re trying to make sure he doesn’t spin it, call you weak” she answered for him. His silence answered her theory to be correct. 

She fidgeted with her fingers slightly, new callouses forming from the hard labor of the day. They had been so close to dying, all of them, and have worked so hard. Sure they rebuilt it all today, but what if it was destroyed again? Were they to keep losing and rebuilding for the rest of eternity. That would be true hell. They had already lost Pen, they almost lost Alastor, who would be next? If Lucifer hadnt-- she didn’t allow herself to finish the thought. She let out a sigh, when had things become so complicated? 

She glanced back over to Alastor whos ears were still pinned back, shoulders and posture stiff and tight, his smile strained. 

“Come over here” she said softly from her spot on the bed. Alastor froze, eyes narrowing towards her, “I’d rather not be commanded dearest.” Darcy practically rolled her eyes, “May you come join me? Please?” She emphasized the word with sweet softness, no command, no demand, a simple request. 

Alastor glanced back at the paper that was halfway done before letting out an agitated gruff. Darcy moved the covers for him to lay under but instead he flopped ontop of her, outstretched in between her legs, his head resting on her lap, arms looped around her torso. She began raking her fingers through his scalp, playing with his hair, massaging his temples, he melted, his shoulders relaxing, the tensness in his back releasing, his ears perking slightly up as she played with the fluffed ends. The point was for him to ease up, yet she hadn’t realized how much tension she was carrying as well. To hold him, to feel him, Alive. He was alive and breathing next to her.--Well alive as you could be in hell-- He was okay. She was okay. Alastor let out a deep sigh into her stomach where his face buried, tightening his arms around her. 

“I love you”, his voice came out, slightly muffled. Darcys fingers froze from where they were raking through his hair. Alastor lifted his head at the sudden pause, meeting her eyes with deep sinceriness. 

Alastor had never vocalized what the two of them were to each other, she hadn’t either in fear of pushing any boundaries. Every step in their relationship was slow, and aching, and careful as the two individuals in it. There was always an unspoken respect, unspoken care, with how they treated each other, with how they grew more intimate as the days continued, yet never would she have thought either of them would ever vocalize that unspoken thing. The three words caught her off guard, not because she didn’t feel the same, but because it made those feelings real. Real for him. Real for her. She would destroy all of hell and take down heaven for him. And he would do the same.

She held his face in her hands, stroking his hair once again smiling, “I love you too” 

And there it was, a genuine smile from the great radio demon Alastor. Not his radioshow smile, not a forced one, a real smile just for her.