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Rainha, uma vez você disse que sabe do nosso amor a cada vez que falamos "Xuxa", e quando falamos "eu te amo" é porque você tem certeza desse amor. Sendo assim, direi "Xuxa, eu te amo" sempre que tiver oportunidade para que assim nunca duvide do meu e do nosso amor. Parabéns pelos 51 anos, saúde pra você e pra Aldinha é o que desejo. #Queen #always #love #loving #bday #Xuxa #Lôra #cheers #saúde #happiness #together #myheart #51 #pic #good #cool #happy #smile #birthdaycake #XuxaEuTeAmo #fan #fun #funny #crazy #ForYou #instampic #instangood #instancool #Instagram (em no meu coração)
Rainha, uma vez você disse que sabe do nosso amor e que cada vez que falamos "Xuxa", e quando falamos "eu te amo" é porque você tem certeza desse amor. Sendo assim, direi "Xuxa, eu te amo" sempre que tiver oportunidade para que assim nunca duvide do meu e do nosso amor. Parabéns pelos 51 anos @xuxamenegheloficial, saúde pra você, sua filha e pra Aldinha é o que desejo. #flipagram #Queen #always #love #loving #bday #Xuxa #Lôra #cheers #saúde #happiness #together #myheart #51 #pic #video #good #cool #happy #smile #birthdaycake #XuxaEuTeAmo #fan #fun #funny #crazy #ForYou #instampic #instanvideo #instangood #instancool #Instagram Feito com o @flipagram ♫ Música: Xuxa - Maniaca (em no meu coração)
sad, ugly, happy crying
listen,
Mob: *smiles*
Teru, handing out sunglasses to everybody: I didn’t know Earth had two suns.
Boyfriend Euijin ⭐
the sweetest boyfriend on Earth
from a total tease to goofball puppy in one second
thinks that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him
always reminds you that
he can’t wait to hold your hand when you’re outside
clingey
extra clingy when wants attention and he wants that from you pretty much
constantly asks you if you like him
‘Euijin, how could I not like you? I’m your girlfriend’
‘I know~~~’
hugs you from behind very ofTEN especially when he’s bored and you’re doing something
cooking? reading on the couch? watching something? he’s always there to stare at you lovingly and give you a bear hug
and Euijin gives really warm and sweet hugs like holds you tight but gently, rests his chin on your shoulder or hides his face in the crook of your neck and you can feel his breath on your skin
he resist to set you free so you practically have to take off his arms because you have a work to do
otherwise you sit together snuggled and just talk
he’s very protective and supportive
always curious how you spent your day, what you ate, who’ve you met
watches and listens you carefully so he can admire not only your beauty but also voice he loves so much
gets whiny in cute way when he wants something
likes to give but also hear compliments from you
nothing gives him more determination than your opinion especially on dancing and singing
it really boosts his confidence when you praise him so praise him he deserves that
you’re always encouraging him if he’s unsure about himself
‘wow you looked just great there’
‘really?’
always asks you like he wants to be sure he didn’t misheard anything (or just wants to hear that again)
and you can see sparkles in his eyes, very wide and bright smile and he can’t hide he’s the happiest person on earth
‘thanks’ you with cheek pecks or hugs
giggly cutiepie
you can hear his laugh pretty often cause it’s easy to crack this beagle up
even if you tell really lame joke he’s giggling so hard
or when you’re making him flustered and when gets shy so he laughs, smiles fondly and says you’re cute
really affectionate
pda with good taste and q u a l i t y
doesn’t mind showing his feelings in fronts of friends or family as long as you’re okay with that
holding hands, pecks, hugs, having arm over your shoulder or waist, just simply sweet things
dates are mostly outside but he loves to just cuddle with you on the couch, eat ramen and watch some films under blanket for the whole night
takes you out for long evening walks at Han river so the two of you can sit on the bench with tangled fingers, your head lays on his shoulder and you’re just chilling silently until he kisses you on your forehead and says that he’s so happy
when he can’t sleep at night he turns on his speaker and plays calming music. The two of you are laying faced to each other having so many 3 am conversations while listening to music
you jokingly ‘argue’ who’s gonna fall asleep second cause both of you want to admire each other in sleep and be sure you’re safe and sound
usually Euijin wakes up first and tends to whisper at your sleeping self mostly how much he loves you and how beautiful you are
once you asked him to teach you popping he was extremaly excited and couldn’t sit patiently until you finally went to practice room. You tried hard and although reality wasn’t as expected he was cheering so much for you and was super proud of your first lesson
likes to impress you so often shows off his dancing but you don’t mind cause you really love seeing him in his element (even if sometimes his moves give you a heartattack)
a whole cutie but let’s not forget he’s also a manly man
loves to tease and make you shy on purpose
invites you to Daonez dance session before your date so you sit in the back and do your things. All he does is staring at you while practicing and waiting for you to look in the mirror. When you notice he smirks at you and can’t hide his satisfaction after seeing your blush
there are times when he’s really needy of your touch and skinship
WINKS
lots of flirty winks
charming smirks
intense stares
i see Euijin as somebody who would openly tease you with ‘it’s so hot’ and pretending that he’s taking his shirt off asdajkh
you would be a blushy mess so he’d pull you to his lap and say ‘i’m sorry but I love the way you react’
about intimate things – he’s very patient and waits until you are ready
subtle, sensitive and gentle
he treats you like the most fragile treasure he ever had
him giving you very emotional affectionate kisses cause he wants to show you how much you mean to him
loves to whisper sweet things to you ear
don’t get tricked though – he’s angelic but sometimes it’s a dancing with the devil if you know what I mean
well he’s sexy what can you do about that
and he knows your weak spots more than you think
yeah so erm
you rarely fight because he hates seeing you angry but he’s a perfectionist and very serious sometimes so it’s hard to let go but you’re both mature so every argument ends with honest conversation
he would never let anyone hurt you
seeing you sad or cry breaks his heart so he hugs you immediately and strokes your hair
always there to listen and comfort you even if it’s something small he wants you to say it so you’re not keeping any issues to yourself
calls you his ‘Destiny’ and is super happy that his tattoo got an extra meaning
out of the promotion time you practically live in his apartment because he missed you and just wants all for himself
leaves you sweet texts and messages so you’re guys practically always in touch
finds it really attractive when you wear his clothes and sometimes he leaves them at your place on purpose
he even left you his sweatpants from the unit
that’s meaningful
so love Lee Euijin cause he deserves the world
Let me know what you think! Maybe I would do boyfriend series with whole unb idk c:
OMG MY HEART💟💟💟💟💟💟 They all are mad cute for doing that especially riddle. Thank you @glass-cage-of-emotion-12 for doing my request
Since New Years has happened can you do headcannons with the Heartslabyul dorm and kissing them when the clock strikes 12 AM for New Years, I know a lot of people kiss once new year starts and it would be very cute to see with the Heartslabyul characters, Thank You and Happy New Year💖❤️🥳
Thanks for being patient! I can't write the Adeuce combo very well, but I hope this was worth the wait~
New year's kiss with Heartslabyul
Riddle
You wait eagerly by your window for the fireworks, watching the clock countdown to midnight. Riddle walks into the room with two cups of tea.
"Oh, thank you," you smile, taking a sip.
"Yes, of course," he cleared his throat, looking away.
"What's wrong?"
He looks at you for a second, then looks away again. A pale blush blooms on his cheeks. "It's...I..."
The clock strikes 11:59 p.m.
He takes a shaky breath, hands clenched by his sides.
"Riddle?" You raise an eyebrow, putting down your cup. "What-"
He leans forward, pressing a shy peck to your lips. You stare at him, stunned. He looks away.
"Don't look at me like that. Cater told me about this tradition, and I thought you would like it, so..."
Trey
You lean on the railing of your balcony, peering at the bustling students below. Someone is setting up some fireworks, shouting about hoping it doesn't backfire. You smile.
"Are you hoping for something?" Trey comes up to you, leaning on the railing as well. "You've had this anticipating expression for a while now."
You shake your head, playing coy. "It'll be a new year soon. Of course I'm excited."
'Is that all?"
"Yeah," you drawl, nodding your head dramatically. "That's totally all."
He chuckles. "Are you waiting for a...kiss, perhaps?"
"How'd you know?" You feign surprise.
"Cater wouldn't keep quiet about it," he rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Or anyone in a relationship for that matter."
You check your watch. It's almost time. "You wouldn't want do miss out on the fun, yeah?"
'No, I wouldn't," he leans closer, letting you close the gap.
Ace
"C'mon~" You whine.
"This new year's kiss thing is stupid," he rolls his eyes.
"No it isn't."
"Yes it is," he crosses his arms with a huff. "I'm not doing such a stupid thing."
The fireworks go off, colours bursting in the sky.
"Ace, we're going to be late," you say urgently.
"Good," he stubbornly keeps his arms crossed, even when his cheeks tint with pink.
You scoff, cupping his cheeks and pulling him forward. The last of the fireworks blossom skyward, only for more to follow soon after.
He pulls away and covers his mouth. "..I told you this was stupid."
"You're just saying that because you're embarrassed," you smirk, pulling him in for another kiss.
Deuce
For his credit, he had done a pretty good job at hiding his nervousness. As long as you ignored the way he wiped at his chin and scrunched up his pants every few seconds, you wouldn't even notice that he was panicking internally.
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," you try to reassure him.
"No, no," he pats away the wrinkles of his pants. "I'll do it."
The clock ticks on. One minute to midnight.
"Okay," you nod.
He stalks over to you and takes a deep breath, still wringing his hands. You lean closer with a smile to encourage him. Cute.
He tries to get it over with quickly, a little too quickly, and ends up smashing his lips against yours. You both jerk away with a yelp. your lips sting with static, and you lift a hand to try and soothe it.
What a way to start the new year.
Cater
"You know, I was actually impressed for a second there. Then you pulled out your phone."
Cater looks up from the cheese and crackers he had been arranging on a tray. "Come on, Sunshine. It's just a few pictures. then I'll turn my phone off and focus all of my attention on you~"
You raised an eyebrow. "Promise?"
"Cay-kun never goes back on a promise," he winks.
You decide to forgive him for now, if only to start the new year without any grudges.
"Okay, first order of business," he grins, holding up his phone on a selfie stick. "Does this angle look good?"
"It looks fine."
He shifts a bit to the left. "That's better."
You lean closer, wanting to get it over with. Your lips brush and...
The fireworks go off with a bang, startling the both of you.
With a jump, he presses the button, the click of a picture taken drowned out by the fireworks still going strong. This year's kiss really didn't go according to plan, huh?
OMG YES WE GOT THAT PART 2 THAT WE DESERVED❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍I NEED PART 3 PLEASE, I BEG!!!!!!
Hello beautiful! Not only I just discovered your writing and binds read your entire master list … could I request a part 2 from the eye of the storm?
Maybe something like where the reader is worried about Alastor at night and she goes to comfort him. He asks her to tell him a story while she lays beside him but as he falls asleep he ends cuddling? Tysm and please take all the time you need💕💕💕
Your wishes are my command - I strayed a little from your idea, but I hope you'll like it nonetheless! It's angst and fluff, and a little sweet at the end! And of course, it leaves room for a possible (Spicy) Part 3? ;> Who knows?
This is the second part of a Mini-Series. Part 1: The Eye of the Storm is right over here.
Two weeks had passed since the night Alastor's nightmare almost tore the hotel apart. Your wounds, caused by the sharp claws of the demonic form of Alastor, had healed pretty well and were barely noticeable anymore, thanks to dutiful tending of Charlie and Niffty, except for the scar on your hip, still pink and sore. You didn't mind, though. It was a physical memento of a sacrifice made for someone you deeply cared about.
In fact, you had a hard time forgetting that night, because every time you looked at the scar, the image of the Radio Demon, hunched and sobbing on his bed, flashed through your head, and you felt your heart clench. He hadn't spoken much to you since then. He hadn't spoken much to anyone in the hotel, really. You tried to approach him, but he always seemed to find an excuse to get out of a conversation, or leave the room you entered. When you asked him if he was alright, he laughed it off and waved his hand, telling you it was not worth worrying about. You knew him enough by now to know it wasn't true. You also knew him enough to know that if you tried to push him, he'd retreat further.
So, you just observed him from a distance, the way his smile looked tired when he thought no one was looking, the way his laugh seemed hollow, his eyes dim and exhausted. Sometimes you'd catch him blankly staring at the wall or ceiling or a painting on the wall for minutes, before snapping back and continuing whatever task he was supposed to do.
"I'm worried about him, too."
Charlie was sitting beside you on the lounge set in the foyer, both of you nursing a cup of hot cocoa, while Alastor was preparing dinner in the kitchen, humming some melancholic tune that traveled through the closed door. "But I don't know how to help him. He doesn't seem like he's interested in opening up to me or the others, or talk about what happened. It's as if he's just... shut off."
You sighed, sipping from the drink. "Yeah. He's been getting slimmer too, and always looks so... tired."
Charlie nodded, and you exchanged a glance. "Is there any chance that... maybe he would open up to you? You seemed to have a connection to him more than we were ever able to have with him. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I can't help but think he'd feel more comfortable around you."
"I tried, Charlie - he just... vanishes, before I can even finish a sentence... he avoids me. It's like he's running from me."
Charlie looked into the bottom of her mug, turning the now empty dish in her hands. "...Well, in times like this, we don't want the help. Especially if our pride is involved." she smiled warmly at you, her usual determination now back in her eyes. "But I know someone who would stop at nothing to help him."
Your footsteps sounded much louder in the silence of the night as you climbed the stairs up to Alastors suite. You glanced at the lights, remembering the green sheen and how the swirling shadows in the dimness had made your skin crawl. But the staircase was dipped in the usual golden light, nothing amiss, nothing scary. There was only a faint sound, almost like a static, hanging in the air. Alastors own wards and spell protecting his space, you were sure. Which left the possibility of him already knowing you were on your way. For a moment you hesitated - was it of use to go to him when he'd possibly already fled to evade you? A few nights ago you might've retreated. But after two weeks of watching your friend suffer, your determination prevailed, and you knocked, firmly and resolutely.
A second of silence. Then another one. You raised your hand to knock again when the door swung open - And Alastor stood before you, his grin in place, yet there was a sense of exhaustion seeping through his mask. He seemed taken off guard, obviously he wasn't expecting someone to come visit him late at night, so your prediction had been proven wrong. It was very rare to see the radio demon in anything else than his usual attire. But he was standing before you now, in a scandalously casual ensemble: A crimson robe over an open collared black pajama shirt showing some of his usually hidden, taupe fur, the silk tie loosely knotted at the waist, black matching trousers and without shoes.
"It's mighty late for a visit, dear." His voice held a sharpness and rough edge. But the tired, dull expression behind the grin was already crumbling when he gazed into your face.
"I wanted to see you. I'd noticed you weren't... doing so good after what happened."
He cast his glance everywhere but to you, avoiding your concerned stare. "I've told you before, your concern is absolutely unnecessary dear, I'm fi-" "Alastor, please." you interrupted, gently taking his wrist into your palm to halt his hand from waving his way out of the conversation. You looked at him, and he tried not to look at you, but slowly, oh so slowly, his gaze slipped back to your face, and his composure visibly started to crumble, his grip on his tactical expression slipping like sand through fingers. "I'm not here to judge you. Or to berate you. I'm worried."
He chuckled bitterly, closing the distance between you as his whole stance now seemed to curl. "Worrying is not necess-" "Probably." you shrugged, your hand sliding from his wrist to his cold fingers. "But friends worry, when they see the person they care about suffer." "Friends are a bother." his eyes flickered. "That's true. And yet they care."
He let his head bow forward, and suddenly he reminded you so much of that dark, trembling creature you found on his bed two weeks ago. You never thought the powerful Radio Demon would allow himself to appear like this in front of someone consciously. But maybe you weren't just someone... to him. The thought made your pulse flutter.
"I find myself unable..." Alastor started, his eyes staring at your intertwined hands. "...to find rest these days. I don't feel the need to sleep as frequently as your fellow residents, but... the incident, the dream, what happened - it seems it has rattled me more than I care to admit. What you did for me and what I did to you in return..." He chuckled, but it sounded much weaker, lacking his usually cheerful mockery as his free hand hovered over the side of your waist where the fresh scar sat under your clothes. "The thought of it being repeated feels unbearable."
"That's why I'm here." You squeezed his hand. "I've seen you at your worst and still came back, because I wanted to tell you that I'm neither weary nor scared. And that you don't have to bear this burden alone, Alastor. Please... let me help you."
The Radio Demon stood still, and for a moment you thought he'd retreat again, but then his shoulders relaxed, and the grin melted into a small, tired smile. His hand tightened on yours and he sighed. "Well then, come inside."
As you stepped into the familiar room, you noticed the difference immediately. The curtains were drawn, the lamps were on and the record player was playing quietly, a melancholic jazz piece filling the silence. Alastor had done his best to keep the memory of that night away by repairing the walls and furniture and replacing the shredded bedding and mattress of his bed with brand new ones. So new in fact, they looked like they were never touched.
"Please, take a seat." he gestured to one of the two wing chairs by his fireplace, now burning in warm oranges and scarlets rather than the eerie green you remembered, and as you settled down he joined you in the other opposite to you. The silence hung between you for a moment, neither of you really knowing what to say next. He was intently watching the flames dancing on the scorched wood, and you studied his profile, the soft, dark fur of his ears, his thin, elegant nose and the deep crease between his eyebrows. You had never seen him lower his guard this much. Well, that wasn't quite true - once, in this very room, although under much different circumstances. You could see his hand, resting on the arm of the chair, twitch as if it were fighting an impulse.
"It's funny, isn't it?" he started, his voice a bit too light. "I'm a powerful entity in hell, able to rip and tear and destroy. A feared, powerful, dangerous overlord. And yet I seem to be rendered helpless by my own mind. Laughable, really."
"I'm not laughing." you said quietly, and his head turned towards you, a raised eyebrow and a hint of amusement in his expression.
"Indeed you are not."
"And I think you are far from helpless." You continued, a small smile appearing on your face as you watched a little flame wind itself from a knothole, gaining volume and fizzing strongly. "I've never met a demon as strong-willed and determined as you, Alastor. I think the reason it has been affecting you so badly, is because you have power over everything else. But when it comes to the things happening inside your own head - when you are asleep - you aren't in control, and that can be terrifying."
His gaze was fixed on your face, the crimson of his irises shimmering and flickering. He looked... intrigued. And, something else. Something softer, that made your heartbeat a little faster.
"You are... a fascinating thing." he hummed, and his fingers started to drum on the armrest, his other hand fidgeting, still fighting that strange, hidden urge. "You seem to... calm me. With your mere presence, it feels... soothing. The thoughts of that night don't vanish, but they lose their grip. Like the tempest in me is being tamed." "Is that a bad thing?" you asked, a bit puzzled, and a bit amused.
"Yes and No." He answered, quickly and without hesitation. "I don't depend on others. It's unreliable. Too many factors are involved, and when you care about someone, it means you leave them with the ability to hurt you." His hand was tapping faster. "That sounds like a lonely existence." "Loneliness is the most reliable thing of them all. But..." he sighs and follows your gaze back to his fireplace. The small flame grew into a strong blaze, swishing and crackling loudly now. "...It is also the most draining. And I have to admit that I'm thoroughly exhausted, dearest."
"I'll stay with you tonight." You whispered, leaning forward and reaching out to take his restless hand. The motion surprised him, his eyes snapping back to you. "If you want to." He stared at your hand on his, the fire reflecting on his ruby eyes, and slowly, the twitching and drumming subsided, and his fingers curled around yours, a small squeeze.
"I believe I'd be glad for the company." he uttered.
For the next half an hour or so, you sat with Alastor in comfortable silence, both of your eyes on the flames and hands still intertwined as the jazz faded into blues, slow, melancholic and calm until the fire died down. Sometimes, his thumb drew little circles on the side of your hand, and you took it as an encouragement. His face was back to its tired state, though he didn't seem quite as guarded and withdrawn anymore. When there was nothing more than faintly glowing logs in the ember bed, you shifted your weight and gave his hand a careful tug. "Do you think it's time?"
He swallowed audibly and his eyes closed. "I suppose so." he smiled tightly, rising and pulling you up with him, and you both walked over to his gigantic bed, draped with fresh crimson sheets and matching duvets, untouched, spotless, pristine. He stopped before the side of the bed and for a few moments - he stared down, his grip on your hand almost painfully tight now. You tilted your head, giving him a reassuring smile.
"If you're uncomfortable about sharing the bed I can pull over one of the chairs, I don't mind..."
"Absolutely not." he turned his head, and you could see how flustered his expression was now. "Ah - I mean... no, dear, that's alright."
You left his side and rounded the bed, lifting the duvet without looking at him as you shuffled out of your slippers. If you were honest, you felt just as awkward as Alastor looked, not to mention nervous and anxious and a lot of other complicated things. But you'd be damned to show that now, and risk him retreating. So you settled in, slipping your legs under the heavy covers. They felt just as comfortable as they looked.
You noticed him hesitating on his side of the bed, unmoving, his hands halted at the knot of his robe. You adamantly looked away from him, overly interested in the obscure knick-knacks that were scattered in the cupboards on the opposite wall - it was clear he was struggling to shed his clothes in front of you, even if it was only an overcoat. You heard an airy, quiet chuckle and fabric rustling, felt the duvet lifting again and then a weight dipped the mattress next to you. You could feel Alastor shifting and settling, could hear the shallow, anxious breaths and were aware that his eyes were burning on the side of your head, and you realized that he, too, was doing a valiant job at keeping his composure. You leaned back into the pillows, then he snapped his fingers and there was silence. And darkness.
At the lack of light in your vision, your senses heightened and you took everything in much more intently. His body heat close, his breathing next to you, his faint scent of smoke and herbs surrounding you. How small the space between your bodies was, the last remaining inch a gaping ravine in your mind. The mattress dipped as his body turned, facing yours and now his eyes were right there, glimmering and deep red in the pitch black darkness, following your every movement as you shifted too. You felt your heart hammering loudly and you could almost hear the blood rushing through your body. And you knew Alastor could hear that. Hear your quickened breathing. Feel the warmth of you just as you felt his.
There was a tense, terrifying moment, stretched endlessly until your eyelids fluttered shut - you heard, as much as you felt, the bed dipping under his shifting body weight, and suddenly, the ravine was filled by him and he was all around you, pulling you in sort of a protective embrace as you were surrounded by his warmth. Your head fell against the base of his throat as he tucked your face into the crook of his neck, a shaky sigh leaving him as he wrapped his limbs around you. The sudden proximity caught you entirely off-guard - you knew Alastor had a deep aversion against close physical contact. The hand holding had been a huge success for you, a sign that his trust for you went beyond the ordinary. You had been fully prepared to honor a discreet distance between you and him as to not make him feel more uncomfortable, but to pull you so close like this, voluntarily at that, initiated by him, made you go rigid in nervousness at how to react to it. You could already feel him retreat, that awkwardness from before already flooding back between you as he felt your body stiffen.
"Aah... my apologies, dear, I didn't mean to get so..."
Your reaction was instant, almost instinctively, body already knowing what your mind still was figuring out. Your hands slid around his slender waist as you pulled yourself closer to him, since you believed actions spoke louder than words to soothe the conflict he was battling. One leg came to rest between his, you felt his hips brushing against yours, and your palm came to rest in between his shoulder blades and you buried your face into the warm fur of his throat, and all tension left him, as another, heavier, long-drawn sigh rumbled through him, and he curled his form back around your smaller frame.
"If I'll return to the dreams that caused such havoc..." he mumbled quietly, his tone unusually wavering. "Then I'll get you out again and help Niffty clean up the mess." "Silly girl, absolutely ridiculous." his breath tickled against your ear, but he sounded lighter already. More like his usual self.
His leg entangled between yours, the limb as muscular as his chest and shoulders had always hinted at. His hand was tracing shapes and unknown symbols onto your back, and you wondered if it was a form of spellcasting to keep you safe while sleeping. But whether it was, or just unconscious movements, the gesture alone was making your heart flutter. The fact that it was his very real, very physical, very touchable chest and hands that were pressed onto your barely clothed skin, providing the soft massaging, and the warm, comforting sensation of his body heat against your own - it was exhilarating and overwhelmingly, absurdly, beautifully intimate.
Friends.
You wondered if that word could describe you and the radio demon. There was something... so much more, at least in your head. So much deeper. He meant something different to you than the others, Vaggie, Charlie - something special. A deep emotional pull, an urge to always seek and - absurdly, knowing he was who he was - to protect, the need to understand. To care and to comfort and to feel his presence at your side. An inevitable, chaotic and maybe even borderline obsessive attraction you couldn't and didn't want to escape. It had already become evident to you, especially in these past two weeks, that you felt something deeper for the demon everyone in the hotel was so wary about. He was special to you, yes, an anchor in a world that could throw any horrible thing at you at any given time, a world that wasn't trustworthy nor consistent. But in a weird twist of fate, he was. To you, he was calmness, security, trust, consistency... happiness.
"...Alastor?" You murmured quietly into the darkness, feeling his cheek come to a rest on the side of your head.
"Yes?" he breathed back, voice laced with drowsiness. His hand kept its rhythmic circling motions on your back, and you realized there was a good chance for you both to drift into a blissfully undisturbed slumber like this, which would make waking up in each other's arms so much easier than the alternative.
"I... You're..." But as soon as you wanted to tell him, to say it out loud, words eluded you. Every sound, every combination of syllables suddenly seemed wrong, sounded stupid, like a horrendous mistake. Your heartbeat quickened and you felt a lump in your throat, your feeble courage battling with your cowardice as the idea of giving this whole idea up, putting those dangerous feelings aside and trying to suppress and pretend they never existed for the sake of preserving your one true friendship, fought back with everything it could muster.
It was such a terrifying leap. And wouldn't it be selfish? To burden him with your feelings, to most likely ruin the bond you had with him right now, which made both your lives better with a companionship so rare. Such an utterly idiotic, thoughtless move.
"Darling..."
You could feel a finger push your chin up and his lips were suddenly a hair's breadth from your own, his nose brushing yours and his warm breath ghosted over your skin. How easy would it be to close the gap now, fill that tiny remainder of space with your mouth and he would finally know what you were about to say. The mere thought made your stomach tingle and your breath tremble, you were aching for any form of confirmation that it would be okay, okay to have feelings for him. You'd accept anything he'd give you, even if it wasn't everything you yearned for - you'd take anything he was ready to offer.
"... isn't your principle that actions speak louder than words?"
A blink in the darkness. A gasp into the silence. And then he was finally closing the space between your faces.
Lips - soft and pliable, moving against yours. Tender, soft, firm pressure. A kiss that said everything words would never manage to convey. Your fingers clawed into the silky fabric of his shirt, your nose pressed against his jaw, tears brimming and stinging behind your eyes as you sighed deeply, relief crashing over you and bliss taking hold. It could've lasted for eternity and still would've ended too soon as he gently pulled away, leaving one more short, lingering touch to the corner of your lips.
"Now let's rest. We shall continue this discussion in the morning." he murmured tiredly as his hand resumed its massaging, this time brushing underneath the hem of your shirt as he settled back into his initial embrace. You laid in his arms for minutes with your heart still racing, but now you could hear and feel his too, drumming in his chest. Two rhythms, beating in wonderful, chaotic harmony.
"Sweet dreams." you managed to whisper, sleepily and content as his breathing flattened, his static quieted and his hands came to rest unmoving at the curve of your back.
And with a long, final sigh, the Radio Demon drifted into deep, calm, undisturbed sleep.
Did a lil something for a funny lil show i found in YouTube :)
I love that they still walk like this, even after everything they are still shoulder-brush “buddies”
why do they WALK LIKE THAT