No Idea Why

He’s a 10 but plays dungeons and dragons, failed senior year twice, and plays guitar in struggling band

Lord I got 🟢 and ➡️Prompt #2 on the wheel. Would love to see Alastor x reader do number 13 on that prompt list

prompt 2, #13 FLUFF! Cuddling for comfort (platonic!)

Alastor was not a people person.

He didn’t like people touching him,  though he often invaded other’s space.

However, the terrifying Overlord didn’t mind when you invaded his space and touched him.

You were one of the few people who the red deer considered a friend.

Only you could get away with being so close to him.

The two of you were in the hotel lobby, enjoying the peace of the afternoon. You were leaning your head against his shoulder as you listened to music, slowly nodding off. Alastor continued to read his newspaper as he felt you shift and snuggle against him.

Looking at you from the corner of his eye, to find you had shuffled completely onto the couch and shifted your entire weight against him.

He smiled and adjusted himself so you wont hurt your neck and continued to read his paper.

if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point

we ain’t got time like we used to, but we still shine like we used to.

GUYS

Sleepy Cuddles

Masterlist

Type: fluff

Requested by: @tripthlightfantastic

Request: i’d die for eddie cuddling reader when they can’t sleep (i have the worst insomnia lol)

A/N: Thank you for requesting! (It takes me ages to fall asleep as well lol so I know the feeling.) I actually really enjoyed writing this, it was really cute. It did end up being shorter than I thought it would be, but I hope you enjoy! If you do, keep in mind that my requests are open!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 436

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With a sigh, you turned over for what felt like the hundredth time since you’d laid down a few hours prior. As an insomniac, the experience wasn’t exactly uncommon - just incredibly unwelcome. You turned your head, checking the clock which read 3:26 in big bright red letters. Huffing out another exasperated breath, you turned again, this time facing the other figure in the bed, who, unlike yourself, had fallen asleep hours ago.

For as long as you’d been staying over at his trailer, Eddie had never had any trouble falling asleep quickly. He knew about your sleeping problems, sure, and he always vowed to stay up and try to help you fall asleep to no avail. But sometimes, like tonight, you’d see him stir in his sleep from one too many movements on your behalf. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a couple times before noticing your soft e/c eyes watching him.

“Can’t sleep?” He murmured softly, sleep still lacing his voice as he tried desperately to wake himself up a bit more for your sake. You nodded, knowing you didn’t have to explain yourself. He just understood. Without a word, he lifted his arm towards you, gesturing for you to come closer. You flipped yourself around and shifted closer, your back pressed against his chest, letting him be the big spoon tonight. He let his arm drop once you were situated, resting it across your waist and letting his other arm snake around your chest, pulling you closely against him. You felt him bury his face in your hair, his light breaths tickling the back of your neck and making you giggle, which in turn, made a lazy smile grace his lips.

You were so grateful for Eddie. You both knew the only way you could get to sleep at this point was if you were in his arms, and him being the fidgety person he was, he never stayed in one position very long whilst sleeping. However, for you, he was willing to lay in the same way for hours just to let you get a little bit of sleep.

You heard him yawn from behind you, and you knew he was barely keeping his eyes open, but he was trying for you. As your eyes finally began to droop, you felt him place a gentle kiss to the back of your neck, followed by a barely audible “I love you.” “Mmm, love you too,” you whispered back, nestling your body back into his and finally allowing yourself to drift off into a peaceful slumber with the love of your life beside you.

i simply need everyone to understand that i am tired all of the time. literally at all moments. if i ever go somewhere and do something, it is not because i am somehow full of energy, but instead that i have carefully stored up all of my little bits of energy like a dragon collecting jewels, and am now vaporizing them all at once

I raise your house husband Alastor with a house husband Alastor + work spouse reader!

At the radio station, Alastor is obviously on air while his ever loving spouse is working behind the scene; proof reading his scripts, fetching his coffee, making sure the backup generator is running just incase Vox causes another power out, they might even be snooping around for another fun scoop just for him. Al loves it when he gets a script with his spouses cute little doodles on them or when they give him his coffee while having their own in a matching mug, and he always broadcasts their scoops no matter how small they are. While the radio station definitely could run without them, as it did many years before Al even met them, Al refuses to believe that. To Al, this station would instantly fall apart without them.

After broadcasting, the pair would head home. Al would insist on his spouse putting their feet up as he cooks dinner and has his shadow run them a bath, they've been running around him all day so now it's his turn to care for them.

oh my god i'm losing my mind over this 😭😭 literally foaming at the mouth

I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BRILLIANT MIND

PSA for hazbin hotel fans

I love y'all but you DO realize that when Alastor is monologing and is all 'great alastor, altruist' blah blah- 'altruist' is NOT his last name, its an adhetive basically used to describe someone who sacricifes for a 'good' or morally right cause, so he is sarcastically refering to himself as a morally correct supporter of charlies cause.

Sorry i just keep seeing people being like 'oh alastors last name' and thats not what it is.

In the words of our deer radio demon (haha play on words):

'Thats the tea'