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incl. alastor + gn!reader — hurt/comfort. allusions to alastor's past, argument, maybe ooc ; after the final battle with adam, you noticed a lack of alastor, and when he suddenly appeared again, you noticed something wrong.
𝜗𝜚 note. thought about writing this for a minute. i wanted to do some alastor comfort after his pure embarrassment via adam. and (as others have pointed out), he pulled out his hair during that panic scene! end note, this turned out completely diffrent than i intended to.
the most recent extermination attempt (and hopefully the last) ended in such a tragic way with pessimistic thoughts swimming through your head.
where is alastor?
if adam is here—terrorizing sinners—then where on heaven, hell, and earth is your boyfriend? alastor was supposed to stop adam. and judging by the fate of sr. pentious, you could only fear the worst. alastor was dead.
but, of course not! he's the radio demon, that handy shadow of his must've helped him!
yet, that didn't calm your nerves or the thoughts chewing at your brain. there were deep, anxiety induced breaths as you fought alongside angeldust and husk in hopes to protect the lovely hotel you ended up staying at.
the loud noises, the chaos, the screams, nothing could quiet that lurking feeling of fear in the back of your skull.
and just as the reality sunk your heart to your stomach, there appeared alastor. as spiff and span as usual, happily jingling along with the rest of the crew as the mess that was the hotel was being cleaned.
though, he didn't have his staff?
there was an overwhelming feeling relief when you jumped onto him to hug him. you felt him stiffen and promptly let go with a string of apologies. "al," you mumble, cupping his face to take a good look at him. your hands trail from his face, to his neck, and down to his chest.
you breathe and breath of relief. "may i kiss you, oh great radio demon?" you whisper, standing on the tips of your toes to be somehat eye level with him.
"why of course, my dear! why would i ever say no?" he leans down to allow you to press your lips to his. your fears, your anxiety, that stupid little voice in your head had been wrong today and you have never been happier that it was.
you observe him for a second time, frowning a bit at his hair. your lips part to speak on it, only to be interrupted.
"hey! lovebirds! help clean up would ya?" angel calls.
his interference earns a grumble from alastor and a soft chuckle from you. "ay ay, captain!" you salute and run over to help clean up the mess. though there's still a lingering worry in your head.
one not satiated by this moment, at all.
the two of you had finally gotten some time alone. the new hotel lucifer had created looks gorgeous and everyone had gotten back to their rooms and planned to redecorate or revise the looks of them.
you stand in alastor's room with a deep frown on your face.
he hates that.
"al," you chide. he's sitting on the edge of his bed with you in between his thighs. his ears are drooped; his signature smile widened and strained.
your fingers delicately examine his scalp, observing the stressed strands. you click your tongue in worry and disappointment, "al. you did it again." the concentrated, upset frown had now turned into a sad, concerned one.
he hates that.
the hands resting on the back of your thighs squeeze, signalling the tension in his body. "what happened back there? you only pull your hair out when you're stressed, and speaking, you need to get rid of that habit."
he groans, though the sound is mixed with static so you don't hear it. he never did enjoy being chastised, from you nor from his mother.
"nothing," he lies, turning his head as his ears flatten.
"al!" you whine and huff, "are you serious? you disappear when you're supposed to stop adam, which had me extremely anxious. you show up after everything's done and overwith with seemingly not a scratch, but there's a GIANT GASH in your chest! your microphone is poof—gone! you've nearly ripped out a full section of your hair, which you only do when your stressed—you'll go bald if you keep doing that. and STILL! you refuse to tell me anything!?"
there's defeaning silence in the room once you finish your rant.
the only sound that can be heard is your rough breathing from getting worked up. your face slowly morphs from anger to worry and guilt as you look at him. for the first time, you yelled at him. and for the first time, he flinched.
his eyes are closed now. his lips are trembling and his hands have been retracted from you.
your eyes widen, bottom lip trembling in regret. "oh, al. baby, i'm sorry. i didn't—i got worked up, and i— i didn't mean to yell, or bring back ... unpleasant memories. i'm— i'm sorry, honey."
taking a deep breath after your apology, you desperately and internally hope he won't mind your touch. you lean down and slowly wrap your arms around him in a hug, nuzzling your nose to his neck and biting your lip when he tenses again. "i'm sorry, im just— worried. scared," you whisper.
there's dread sitting in the pit of your stomach. the tension is too much to bare, the silence kick-starting your anxiety like a generator.
you feel sick.
you never meant to draw a reaction like that out of him...and now, you'll regret it for the rest of your hellish afterlife.
feelings of relief and surpise fill you when alastor's hands pull you into his lap, his hands wrapping securely around your waist. when you sit up, his eyes are looking back up at you softly. and without a hint of static—he speaks, "i...i apologize, my darling. i never realized how much strife i caused you."
his hand clasps yours, bringing it back to his face. he nuzzles your hand, "i was- am ashamed...i was unable to stop adam and- "
"so you're upset because you were humbled?" you tilt your head and raise an inquisitive eyebrow. of course, the statement had washed the mood away like a tsunami. and, of course, you earned a quick glare from the man beneath you.
it is no secret—to you at least—that alastor hates being upstaged. he's quite cocky and confident in his powers to point where he thinks he's better than most. this fight may have knocked him down a peg—he needed it (unfortunately and fortunately). maybe it'll help in the long run, though you hate his injuries.
"and—" he grunts in slight annoyance, "i was gravely injured. my cane broke, i didn't want you to see me like that—like this. i am truly sorry...ish."
you giggle at his little addition of the '-ish' knowing it's to get back at you. once the giggles die down, you look at him with a soft smile.
your hands cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing soothingly on the skin. "oh, alastor...you troublemaker- you..." you sigh, "al, baby, i am your partner. one who loves you—and cares, so so deeply about you. i need- i deserve to be told that information. the point of having one of these [partners], me, is to share your pain. i want it. i want to know, so please..."
you lean close, pressing your foreheads together. with a sigh, you close your eyes and whisper, "share your pain with me."
alastor's hands twitch at your waist. share your pain with him? he couldn't bare to burden such a sweet "sinner" like you with the negative outcomes of his oen actions. he couldn't bare to burden you with the pain that weights on his shoudlers every day. the pain that—
"al...please?"
moving back from him, you look into his eyes witha pleading glint in them. "please...?"
he opens his lips, ready to deflect as he usually does. to deny and prevent you from truly seeing him. and yet, he can't. he cannot force himself to. there's a genuine smile on his face when he looks up at you ever so softly.
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plsss would u do sukuna taking care of his pregnant wife? like noticing his robes keep disappearing, only to figure out its his wife. or more dad!kuna 🙏🏾
robes — ryomen sukuna x f!reader
a/n: me👰♀️ ➕ 👹heianera!sukuna
sukuna is a deeply preceptive man.
it’s something he prides himself over, and since he is observant, he quickly notices that his robes start going missing.
in the beginning, he thinks that it’s probably the increased number of bloodied robes because he has been going on a higher number of rampages the past couple of days.
so, he goes to uraume to inquire about why the delivery of his robes has been later than usual.
uraume quickly responds that they have been personally delivering the clean robes to his chambers and ensuring that they are placed where he can clearly see them.
the revelation makes sukuna annoyed because that means that someone has been stealing his robes directly from his chambers.
he is presented with two courses of actions—excluding the option of saving himself the trouble and just killing all the servants: sending uraume to spy on the whole ordeal or investigate it himself.
considering how he has been pretty bored the past couple of days, he decides on the latter. the past few rampages have given a clear warning to the rest of the villages surrounding his castle.
so, with nothing else to do, sukuna takes it upon himself to monitor the main entrance of his chambers to see whether anybody enters the room after uraume places the robes in the room.
so, he situates himself near the room but far away so that they can’t catch him.
he stays there for a good couple of hours, yet he sees no one, not even in the darkness of the night: the supposed prime time for a thief.
perhaps the thief has been made aware of sukuna’s inspection? but that would mean that the robes would still be in the chambers. so, sukuna enters his room in search of his robes, but, to his surprise, he doesn’t find them.
that immediately leads him to concluding that whoever is stealing his robes is someone who has access to the hidden door of his room.
and no one knows about that door except—
“y/n.”
you yelp and slowly turn to your husband. he is standing there, arms crossed, brows furrowed, and an everlasting frown on his face. you have been caught and are in some big trouble.
you don’t falter immediately though. you try to act normal. you smile nervously, “yes, my love? is something bothering you?”
keyword: try.
he repeats your name lowly, and you quickly crumble. you visibly deflate and lower your head as you murmur, “yes…”
he nods in satisfaction before asking the awaited question, “where are my robes?”
your hands rest on your lap, and you fidget with your fingers.
you still can’t figure out what his reaction will be. so far, he is just gathering information. he is giving you nothing to work with, so you have no other option but to comply and just keep answering him.
sighing, you answer him, “my closet.”
he quirks an eyebrow and sits in front of you. his hand is placed on your head, and he raises your head, so you’re looking him in the eyes. it’s something that you have noticed only being done to you.
you had absentmindedly asked your head servant about it, and said servant, uraume, had told you that it’s because he views you as an equal and does not take pleasure in your fear and acting inferior to him.
and in the end, sukuna only does what pleases him. if it doesn’t please him then why do it?
he hums as if in thought before egging you on, “and why are my robes in your closet? in fact—” he smirks, eyes observing your frame, “why are you currently wearing my robes?”
you pull the robes tighter around yourself, and you purse your lips. sukuna wants an answer right now, and while he is enjoying your ‘suffering’, but he also wants to know what’s wrong.
if there is anything that he hates then it’s not knowing, especially if it’s something about you, his very pregnant wife.
his hand travels to your jaw, and he grips it lightly.
“so?” he says as he tilts your head to the slide slightly.
“you…have been gone for longer than usual lately, and I have been missing you,” you admit softly as you try your best to maintain eye contact, but you end up looking away.
he is still silent, so you continue laying out your reasoning, “and for some reason, the robes alleviate the pregnancy pain. I couldn’t find any logical or scientific reason, but I think—
—it’s because the robes are filled with your cursed energy, maybe acting as a kind of assurance to the baby that you are beside us even if you aren’t.”
he doesn’t grace you with any reaction nor reply for quite a while, and it makes you think that he is probably thinking about how foolish the entire scenario is.
so, you add hesitantly, “or something like that…”
after a moment, though, he sighs and simply says, “you could’ve just asked me, you foolish woman.”
you blink confused, “and you, my ‘no one takes what’s mine’ husband, would’ve allowed that?”
“you, idiot, are mine, so my belongings are yours anyway,” he states, and his hands rest on your stomach, “this is mine too, so you have to take good care of it.”
a smile takes over your face, and you nod happily, “of course, I will!”
you pause for a second, and it has sukuna confused.
you frown and you point your finger at him while reprimanding him, “and don’t call me an idiot, mister! I am your wife, and I am blessed with a good name.”
a pinch is delivered to your butt which makes you shriek. you jump away from you husband and start rubbing the spot in attempt to soothe it.
sukuna smiles wickedly before suggesting, “how about I help you with that?”
“no! keep your hands off of me, you brute!”
he chuckles, and it echoes throughout the room. it’s kind of creepy. you always said that you wanted to add more furniture to avoid that situation.
you start thinking about the new design for the room when your husband speaks up, “and regarding my absence the past few of days.”
you turn your head to him, and he continues, “I will be putting my plans on pause for a while, so you don’t have to resort to the robes for the time.”
he turns his back to you before announcing, “I am expecting you at dinner and later in my chamber. is that clear?”
you feel giddiness fill you up, and you reply enthusiastically, “yes, my king!”
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tags: hurt/comfort, uncomfortable & flustered miles, miles has a ptsd episode, holding hands, cuddling
miles is always rather distant, sometimes seeming like nothing could shake him, but he has one weakness…
you've heard from phoenix that miles had a traumatic incident involving earthquakes, but never thought you'd ever find yourself in a situation where you'd actually get to see him during an earthquake
that was until you accompanied miles during an investigation and the two of you got trapped in an abandoned shack, during an earthquake
just moments ago, the two of you were investigating the crime scenes, while the police was searching the area outside
then suddenly, the earth began to shake under your feet and in the blink of an eye, miles collapsed onto the ground, trembling in fear
without thinking, you lept towards him and wrapped your arms around him, gently rubbing his back, while you could hear him panting and heavily breath next to you
“it'll be fine… don't worry… you're not alone, miles… i'm here for you… you don't have to go through this alone…”
the words came over your lips without thinking. you just wanted to help him. you wanted to let him know that he'd make it through this and that you'd help him wherever you could!
miles was still shaking, his hands trembling and you carefully rested your hand on his, only for miles to intertwine your fingers almost instinctively
the shaking had meanwhile gotten less, seeming like it could stop any minute. miles still held onto your hand, as you gently ran your thumb over the back of his hand
you stayed like this for a while, miles cowered together, while you rested your head on his shoulder, while holding hands
slowly, his breathing began to stabilize, while his grip on your hand tightened. almost as if to assure himself that you were real
then, just as quickly as miles had collapsed onto the floor, he sat up straight again, while carefully pulling his hand out of yours
“i– i'm sorry you had to see me like this. it was highly unprofessional and i–” miles was clearly embarrassed about the state you had seen him in. but you grabbed his hand again, causing him to stop talking
one thing i love about tumblr is that u become friends with people without even knowing their name/their face/their voice...........like....i love u because of your dumb little thoughts thank u for existing
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Also, do not walk close to walls. It will be easier for someone so walk past you and push you against it or corner you.
If your gut is telling you to cross the street or change your path, do it. Don’t risk it. Your body knows.
If you can, buy a large umbrella and walk holding it. Studies say that predators are less likely to attempt an attack on someone that could fight back. Keys around your knuckles is fine but you’ll need to get very close to do damage. Umbrellas are more precise.
Avoid wearing headphones if you are alone on an empty street. Look aware.
Again: Stay. Away. From. Walls.
Entering an uber alone? Call your father (or anyone you trust) and say “hey dad! Yep, I’m almost there, I’m sending you the route.” outloud. Then proceed to send them the route so they can follow the uber drive. This will most likely intimidate the predator.
If you see someone in an uncomfortable or possibly dangerous situation, walk up to them and say “Betty, oh my god, I haven’t seen you in so long!”. If she gets slightly confused, you can whisper and let her know you’re trying to help and that she should follow along. Walk together to another station or away from where you are. The man will most likely not follow. I have done this one 2 times and can be very helpful.
If you are unsure she needs help, you can pass her a note saying something like “hey, I noticed this man beside you is making you uncomfortable. If you’d like help, fake a sneeze right now and I will come up to you and pretend we are friends.” This is a long note, but its an example. Be discrete. If she follows along, proceed with the previous tip. This is helpful when you’re in a crowded train and you notice harassment.
Help your sisters. Trust them. Trust yourself. Be safe.
I made this google doc covering 14 different self defense tips and tricks. it was made on January 15th, 2020 so it was before I decided I’d come back to tumblr jhjshdbjfh.
EVERY TIME I SEE THIS I REBLOG BECAUSE THIS IS SUPER IMPORTANT!!!!!
Just saw a video explaining why putting a key between each finger is more likely to hurt you than them (the keys will just get pushed back into your knuckles). A better way to hold them is to get your longest key and just clench your hand around it, like you’re making a fist. That’ll give you a lot more force and means you can use them in more scenarios (if someone grabs you from behind, you can use the key this way)
If you are being followed, go to somewhere with high security like a jewellery store or a bar, if you can, and say what’s happening (the jewellery store and bar are best shots because they’re the most likely ones to believe you, the bar for obvious reasons and the jewellery store because there’s not likely to be a huge presence of toxic masculinity so you’ll be believed)
I hate it so much that i have to reblog this and that we still need this, but it’s so important!! Please everyone (yes also boys/men/enbys/genderfluids/everyone) stay safe out there!!
-if you’re walking alone w/ headphones in, either have one earbud out at all times or have the music/podcast/audiobook/whatever you’re listening to on low and always listen for footsteps or other noises coming from behind you
-If there is a strange looking man in front of your building who doesn’t live there, walk around the block until he leaves so he can’t figure out that you live there and so he can’t kidnap you
-if a man is groping you against your will, go for the balls. always go for the balls. It’ll 1) hurt like hell, and 2) shock him to the point where you can probably run away and get help.
1: if you’re reading a book with a large number of pages, you know, those BIG ONES, or with the hard cover, don’t leave it at home and never bring outside. I’m not saying to bring it everywhere, but if you are going to any possible dangerous places alone, bring them, in a purse or even by hand (to show it to everyone). Believe me, if you hit someone with it, it will hurt them!!
2: hairspray works just like pepper spray
3: if your being attacked, and you don’t have any pointed objects, neither training, put your fingers on the predators eyes and press it. With all your strength, it will leave them blind or disabled. Use it only if your life is in risk!
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5: the iPhones have a great setting that if you press it will call police, send them photos of your back and front cameras and send a message to the contacts you select saying your in danger; press 5times the “turn off” button and it will appear -sometimes you have to activate it before-
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I’m so happy to share these tips.
Don’t ignore pls it might save your of someone else’s life
My big one was watching my reflection in windows when I felt someone was walking too close. This works well in a city because they can’t see you looking at them and your posture remains neutral.
- look up and forward. keep eye contact with everyone. assaulters are less likely to attack or prey on someone who seems aware and is confident
- if you have a long hair, keep it in a bun or under your shirt/coat etc. it will make it harder for the assaulter to grab you by
- if someone has been staring at you, stare back at them. let them know you saw them
- if you get grabbed, claw at them. not scratch, CLAW. it will leave blood, skin, hair between your nails. it will later on help in detecting your assaulter
- if you’re gonna slap, SLAP WITH YOUR PALMS. slapping with your fingers is a gentle way and it won’t hurt. if you’re being attacked/grabbed, SLAP WITH YOUR PALM. that shit hurts
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