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corroded-hellfire · 3 days

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AYW request where Reader graduates from college so Ryan, Luke, and Eddie come to her graduation. And then Eddie gives her a little graduation gift of his own...

+ Eddie eating Reader out under her gown right after her graduation ceremony. Like, the moment she walks across the stage, he’s dragging her to the bathroom and diving in.

I am dedicating this to Dr. Bug! I'm so proud of you @munson-blurbs 💚

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral f receiving, age gap

Words: 5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

The polyester robe that hangs on your shoulders sways in the breeze as you fetch your cap out of the back seat. The cerulean regalia is a beautiful shade, but it was a pain in the ass to find something to wear beneath it that didn’t clash. The white floral summer dress peeking out now from your unzipped gown was a lucky find that caught your eye while out having lunch with Max one day.

Cap with a golden tassel securely in your hand, you shut the back door to your sister’s car and walk around the backside to stand next to her.

“I can’t wait to meet your boyfriend,” your sister teases, as if you’re twelve and not twenty-two.

You roll your eyes as you lift a hand to shade your face from the blazing sun above. It’s not even officially summer yet but Indiana is coming in hot with those high temperatures this year.

“Don’t be weird,” you say.

An exaggerated gasp leaves your older sister’s lips, and she presses a hand to her heart, fresh yellow nail polish glinting in the sunlight.

“Me? I’m never weird.”

“When I was fourteen you told Connor Donald–”

“But you were going to the bathroom!”

“You don’t tell that to a boy when he calls!” Somehow you feel like that teenage girl all over again.

“I just had this feeling about him,” she says with a shrug. Your sister crosses her arms over her chest. “And I was right.”

“Yeah, he was a creep,” you admit.

The smug smile on her pretty face is annoying enough to have you turning away from her. At the other end of the parking lot, you see a familiar group of men headed your way, and the littlest one breaks away from the herd and races your way, yelling your name. As he gets closer, you spy the hat perched atop his chocolate curls and the cuteness devastates you.

With a gleeful chuckle, you catch Luke as he flings himself into your arms. Using the momentum, you swoop the almost-seven-year-old up and hold him against your hip. Your back and arm muscles protest the effort, but you do your best to ignore them. Truthfully, Luke’s getting heavier and too big for this now, but you can’t bear to stop picking him up—he’s still that baby boy to you.

“Hey, you,” you greet him.

“You look so pretty!” he tells you as you begrudgingly set him down.

“Thank you!” you say. “You look pretty handsome yourself in that snazzy fedora.”

Luke giggles and adjusts the brim of the hat so he can see you better.

By now, the rest of the gang has made their way to you and Ryan is the next one to launch himself towards you for a hug. Wayne goes next and you can tell your boyfriend is purposefully waiting to be the last one. Indeed he was as he brings you into his arms and presses a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. His hands slip below the graduation robe and rest on the soft cotton of the dress that hugs your lower back.

“Hi,” he whispers against your lips.

“Hi,” you reply just as softly.

If it weren’t for your sister clearing her throat, you very well might have forgotten that you were at your graduation, let alone there were other people standing around you right now. Such is the power of Eddie and his touch.

“Oh,” you say, face heating up as you take a step back from your boyfriend. “Right. Um, everyone, this is my big sister, Gin. Gin, this is Eddie, Wayne, and the little monsters Luke and Ryan.”

Both boys make silly faces at you in retaliation for their introduction, which you have no problem doing right back to them.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Eddie says, extending his hand.

“Likewise,” Gin replies as she shakes it.

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart,” Wayne greets your sister. They shake hands as Eddie comes closer to you again, standing behind you and resting his hands on your hips.

“Heard that if it weren’t for you, these two wouldn’t even know each other,” Wayne says, nodding to you and Eddie.

Ryan’s nose scrunches up in confusion. “Huh?”

“It’s true,” Gin tells the boy with a smile. “My old roommate is friends with your mom. One day I overheard something about someone needing a babysitter and I knew my little sister was available.”

Luke walks over and wraps his arms around your sister’s hips, giving her a big squeeze.

“Thank you for hearing that!”

The adults chuckle and you lean back into Eddie as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I don’t wanna go in,” you say with a sigh.

“Where are you going?” Ryan asks.

“I have to go inside with everyone else who’s graduating,” you explain as Eddie’s arms wind their way around your waist. He isn’t making this any easier. “That way you guys get to watch me when I walk across the stage.”

“Ed, would you let the poor girl go?” Wayne says with a sigh, making Gin let out a tittering laugh.

“Don’t wanna,” he says like a petulant child. He presses a kiss to your shoulder before whispering in your ear. “I like your dress.”

“Thank you,” you hum softly.

Silently, Eddie presses his body flush up against yours and you feel his half-hard cock pressing up against the top of your ass. A strangled gasp leaves your lips and Eddie has to bury his face in your neck to hide his smirk.

“I really like it,” he mumbles against your skin.

Sitting in the small arena, in dark green retractable seats that are usually reserved for someone watching a school basketball or hockey game, Ryan and Luke start to grow restless as they wait for the graduation ceremony to begin. Eddie knows they won’t exactly be captivated once it starts either, but he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it.

“Luke, can you please sit down? I don’t want to ask you again.”

“When is she coming out?” Luke asks, craning his neck to look around at the stage as he does as his father asked.

“When everybody else does,” Ryan says, also bored, but annoyed by his little brother as well.

“But when’s that?” the six-year-old whines.

“You know,” Gin says with a smile that looks suspiciously like one of Luke’s or Ryan’s when they’re up to something, “I have some pretty funny stories I could tell you about her.”

Eddie is also clearly intrigued by this, a spark of mischief gleaming in his own eyes.

“Ooh, like what?” Luke asks, already engrossed even though your sister hasn’t begun yet.

“Well, one time,” Gin starts, “she thought she could be like Mary Poppins and fly. She grabbed an umbrella and wanted to climb up to the roof. Our dad followed her into the garage and asked what she was looking for. When she said a ladder so she could go up to the roof, he put an end to her plan. She cried the whole day because she wasn’t allowed to try and fly like Mary Poppins could.”

Luke laughs, tilting sideways until he’s leaning against his big brother. Ryan’s chuckling as well, picturing you being mad because you can’t fly.

“Are you the big sister?” Ryan asks.

“I am,” Gin says.

“How many years?” Luke asks. “Ryan’s two years older than me. I’m the baby.”

“I’m six years older than her.”

“I’m six years old!” Luke shares excitedly.

“Do you have any more stories?” Ryan asks.

Eddie and Wayne share a smile between the two of them. Ryan is usually never so open with people he’s just met—he’s always been the shyest in the family. But there’s something about Gin being your sister that has Ryan feeling comfortable enough to be himself. The two of you aren’t identical, though it’s easy to tell that you are sisters. Gin is slightly shorter, and her face holds more roundness than yours does, but there’s a clear resemblance. Especially around the eyes, Eddie notices. They aren’t the exact same shade, but the shape of your eyes and arch of your eyebrows are very much alike.

“Hmm,” Gin hums as she thinks of another story to entertain the boys with. Eddie can’t help but notice she purses her lips when she’s thinking the same way that you do as well.

“Oh, okay. She used to make us watch her sing and dance all the time! Especially to New Kids on the Block.”

“Who?” Ryan asks.

Before the stab of feeling old has time to sink in for Eddie, Gin, or Wayne, the lights dim and a blanket of quiet falls over the crowd.

The faculty takes their places on stage and Pomp and Circumstance begins to play over the loudspeaker. Soon, a rolling wave enters the floor of the arena as all graduates file in towards the rows of chairs laid out for them.

Both Ryan and Luke stand, the younger Munson on his tippy toes as he tries to look as far and wide as he can to spot you in the crowd.

“Where is she?” Luke groans. “Everyone is so blue!”

“Ugh! I can’t find her!” Ryan follows up.

It takes Eddie a few moments to find you as well. Everyone is matching so he can’t go by what you’re wearing beneath your gown, and it’s even hard to see your beautiful hair with the cap restricting his view. But it doesn’t take your boyfriend very long to spot you, as he’d be able to find you anywhere—even if he was blindfolded.

“Look, look,” Eddie says, gesturing for his sons to step closer to him. “She’s right there. Next to Aunt Jess.”

Ryan and Luke do their best to follow the direction that their father is pointing in, but it’s hard–even when the graduates all stop walking once they reach their seats. But as Ryan wrinkles up his brow and really tries to examine his dad’s line of vision, his eyes catch on you.

“I see her!” A grin lights up Ryan’s face and it fills Eddie with a warmth that the outside sun could never hope to aspire to.

After a few more minutes, and once the speeches begin, Luke spies you as well and becomes just as excited as his big brother. Their joy quickly wears off as speaker after speaker comes up to the podium to give some of the most boring speeches Eddie has ever heard in his entire life. He can’t blame his boys for practically falling asleep slumped against one another.

Finally, the names of the graduates begin to get called and the boys muster up their energy reserves to wait for you. There’s a good chunk of graduates who have their moment before a name is called that the boys recognize.

“Jess Arnold.”

The boys excitedly cheer but become even giddier when they see you’re next up.

Nothing could have prepared you for the emotion of walking across the stage to receive your diploma. Hearing your name called over the loudspeaker was cool, being up on the jumbo screen for a moment was pretty surreal, but the sounds coming from one particular section of the audience have you choking up as you accept the rolled up piece of parchment from the Dean.

The claps of two small pairs of hands and cheers from those same boys send goosebumps shooting up and down your arms. Luke hadn’t even shouted that loud in excitement when he saw the real-life Hot Wheels cars. Wayne’s whistle joins the noise, that piercing sound making you chuckle as you try to swallow your emotions. Gin’s voice is unmistakable in her cheering—you heard that yelling every day growing up, you’d know it anywhere. But the sound in the cacophony that makes a few tears spill over your lash line is Eddie’s proud and happy “Woo!” that he repeats as you make your way across the platform. You just wish he was waiting for you as soon as you stepped off the stage so you could run into his arms. But as you step down and are about to head back to your seat, you look up and see where your family is up in the stands.

When they realize you’re looking at them, the boys wave excitedly, both hands flapping over their heads. Wayne and Gin both give you waves as well. Your eyes are glued to Eddie though, as he presses his hand to his mouth and then extends it towards you, blowing a kiss your way. A girlish giggle bubbles out of you at the gesture and you blow one right back to him.

It feels like ants scurrying out of an ant hill as you exit the arena and try to find familiar faces amongst the thousands of family members and friends who are here to support their loved ones today.

Jess comes up beside you and loops her arm through yours. You flash her a quick smile and the two of you fight your way through the crowd, searching for your people.

Your name catches your attention and your head whips to the left to see Luke’s small hands cupped around his mouth. It’s a swim upstream as you tug Jess in that direction, but you finally make it to find Eddie waiting with a bouquet of carnations in his hand.

More tears threaten to spill over as he hands them to you with a smile so full of admiration and pride on his face.

“Congratulations, sweetheart.”

The wrapper around the flowers crinkles in your hand and you make sure it’s held tight in your fist as you throw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck and hug him as close as you can manage. Eddie doesn’t hesitate for a moment, his arms encircling your waist and holding your body up against his.

“Thank you,” you say loud enough for him to hear over the crowd. “I love you so much.”

“They’re from us, too!” you hear Luke say.

With a soft chuckle, you pull away from Eddie who is raising an eyebrow at his boys.

“Are they, now? I must’ve missed the part where you chipped in,” he says.

“You must’ve,” Luke agrees with a shrug.

You laugh and hand the flowers to Eddie so you can pull both boys in for a big hug. Each of them gets squeezed in an arm but they cling to you just as tightly.

“You were on stage!” Ryan says when you let go.

“And I heard you cheering for me!” you tell him.

“Can I wear your hat?” Luke asks.

“Oh, I need a picture of that,” you say while nodding your head.

That leads to dozens of pictures being taken. You with everyone at once, you with everyone individually, you and Jess goofing off before she went off to find her family. Luke takes a handful while wearing your cap but Eddie plops it back on your head so he can take a few more with you.

Both boys make gagging noises as Gin snaps a picture of Eddie giving you a kiss. Their groans only grow as you wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck and sink further into the kiss, another snapshot being taken.

“Please tell me that one isn’t going to get hung up anywhere,” Luke gripes.

For the next picture, Eddie wraps his arm tightly around your waist and dips you, causing you to let out a mixture of a squeal and laughter as your hands cling to him for stability. You’re aware of the flash of the camera going off but it’s nothing compared to the brightness of Eddie’s grin as he looks down at you. It makes your heart pound faster than the adrenaline from the feeling of almost falling could ever do.

Once multiple roles of film have been used, the camera gets tucked away and it’s time to get going. Eddie offers to drive you back, just the two of you, since Gin drove you here and she’s headed straight back home. Wayne can take the boys back to give you and Eddie some time alone.

“Thank you for coming,” you say to your sister as you pull her in for a hug.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” she tells you. “I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you.”

It makes you smile to see how the Munsons all hug her goodbye as well–even shy little Ryan. With one last wave, your sister heads towards the parking lot and Wayne ruffles the hair of the two boys.

“Ready, knuckleheads?” he asks.

“Can I wear your cap home?” Luke asks.

“Sure.” You hand the blue piece of regalia to him and instead of switching it out with his fedora like he did for the pictures, he just stacks it on top of his own hat.

“That’s a great look,” Eddie tells him, to which Luke winks in response.

“Will you take these for me, Ry?” you ask, offering the eight-year-old your bouquet of pastel-colored flowers.

“Of course!” The wrapper crinkles as the boy situates the long stems against his shorter frame.

You press a kiss to both boys’ cheeks before they head towards the parking lot with Wayne. Eddie laces his fingers with yours and you go to follow in the same direction the others just went, when Eddie tugs you back and smacks a kiss to the back of your hand.

“How about a little campus tour before we go?” he asks.

“Oh?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. “Anywhere in particular you want to see?”

Eddie shrugs. “Your favorite spots. Somewhere there’s no one else, maybe.”

“Right,” you say, a smirk tugging the corners of your lips. “Let’s see what we come across.”

Hand in hand, the two of you take a leisurely stroll through the quad of campus. Where there are usually people studying or picnicking during the semester, now there are graduates and families taking pictures and celebrating. The warm day outside leads you to the cool shelter of the student center at the far end of the yard, where you spent a lot of your college days having lunch. It’s mostly empty now, no one having any real need to be in here other than to escape the brutal sun.

An empty hallway catches Eddie’s eye, and he leads you by the hand to follow him in that direction. His boots squeak against the white linoleum tiles and your heels clack as you step behind in his wake. There isn’t much down this way except for a few offices that are now empty, a room full of vending machines, and some bathrooms.

Your boyfriend takes advantage of the latter, the empty hallway leading him to believe there will be no one in the men’s room. His gamble is correct as he pulls you in behind him. He moves quick as lightning to turn the lock on the bathroom door, assuring that no one will interrupt the two of you.

Eddie’s lips are on yours a heartbeat later, both his and your hands going to the zipper of your graduation gown. Neither of you can get it down blindly, but Eddie’s too impatient to make another go at it. Instead, he grips your hips and helps you sit on the peach granite counter behind you. The gown gets rucked up your body, the dress he’s so fond of joining it until they’re both up around your waist.

“Eddie,” you whimper.

“Shhh, shhh, baby,” Eddie croons as he sinks down to his knees. Soft, plush lips trail hot kisses from the inside of your left knee all the way up to the apex of your thighs. Large, strong hands massage up and down your legs as his lips never leave your skin, touching and teasing everywhere except where you need him the most.

Eddie lets his eyes slip closed not only to let himself enjoy the feeling of having his hands and lips worship your soft skin, but also because if he gets one more look at the wet patch on your purple lace panties, he’s going to rip them off of you and the fun will end far too soon.

“Eddie, please,” you beg.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he says softly.

Torturously slow, Eddie’s mouth comes closer to your center, the heat of his breath making you curl your toes before he even comes in contact with you. Brown doe eyes open to look at you, darkened by lust as he finally presses his mouth against your core, kissing against the wet patch of your panties that’s driving him so wild. Pleasure flutters in your pussy, your hole clenching around nothing as Eddie opens his mouth and grips the material of your panties with his teeth. As quick as he grabbed them, he lets them go, letting the wet lace smack back against your clit.

“God, I need you,” Eddie growls.

Calloused fingers work themselves up the outside of your thighs and grip the purple material at your hips. You arch your back, head resting against the bathroom mirror, to assist your boyfriend in ridding you of your underwear, which he shoves into the back pocket of his pants.

Now with nothing between him and your soaked pussy, Eddie eyes it greedily and the way he stares at your bare sex turns you on even more. You choke on a breath as he dives in, tongue instantly running from your hole up to your clit. He decides to keep his attention there, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck,” you moan. Eddie’s responding moan reverberates up your core, adding another layer of pleasure to his mouth on you.

He hitches your left leg over his shoulder to open you up even more for him, going in to devour you like his life depends on it. His hot, long tongue glides through your folds as he licks at you, not stopping even for a moment to catch his breath–not giving you a moment of reprieve as his mouth works against your pussy like it was made for this.

You never want this–him–to stop but Eddie’s too God damn good with his mouth for you to last long.

“E-Eddie, please.” You’re not sure what you’re pleading for as you reach down and grip the curls on the top of the older man’s head in your hand. It takes all of your control not to rut your hips against his sinful mouth.

Even though you’re not sure what you’re asking for, Eddie somehow knows what you need—he always does. He slips a finger inside of you, quickly followed by a second, as he keeps his mouth working on your clit. His eyes are trained on yours, not breaking contact for a second as his tongue laps at your clit and his fingers pump in and out of your greedy pussy.

If the feeling alone wasn’t about to bring you over the edge, the sight before you was.

“Oh, I’m gonna, I-I’m gonna–”

You don’t have time to finish your thought as your orgasm rushes over you, pleasure sparking throughout your body and leaving a tingle in your veins that only Eddie can give you. Thick fingers continue to work you through it, his tongue not giving up its assault on your clit until he’s wrung every ounce of ecstasy he can from you.

Once your muscles relax and you’re panting above him, Eddie slips his fingers from inside of you and stands up. He wastes no time slipping them into his mouth, moaning as he savors the taste of you. You’d come again just from that if you had the energy.

“Eddie,” you whisper between labored breaths.

“I love how much you say my name,” your boyfriend says as he leans over your body and presses his lips against yours.

The sound of Eddie’s zipper being pulled down shoots a thrill of excitement through you as the two of you exchange easy, lazy kisses. His hard cock nudging at your hole has you breaking your mouth away from his, a whimper tumbling from your lips.

“Yes,” you whine, the only word in your otherwise blank mind.

His initial push into you has you gripping at his shoulders, throwing your head back, which Eddie takes full advantage of and attaches his lips to your throat. The deeper he sinks into you, the harder your nails dig into the back of the button up shirt Eddie wore just for the occasion today.

“Shit,” Eddie huffs with a small laugh. “I’m not gonna last long, baby. Fuck, been hard since I saw you this afternoon. Couldn’t stop thinking about how bad I wanna fuck you since then. How bad I needed to taste you. Feel that tight, perfect pussy of yours squeezing me so fuckin’ good.”

You lift your head up to look at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Even though m’not your college girl anymore?” you ask through your shallow breathing.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie growls, gripping your hips tighter and adjusting the angle that he pushes into you. “You’re my college graduate. My smart girl. My smart girl who gets so dumb on my cock, doesn’t she?”

“Uh huh.” You nod, your head heavy as the familiar pressure builds up in your lower tummy.

“That’s my girl.”

“So close,” you whine.

“Me too, baby. Come on. Be my good girl and come with me.”

One of Eddie’s hands leaves your hips and his thumb presses against your clit, making tight circles just the way he knows drives you crazy.

“Fuck,” you groan.

“Let go, princess.”

“Shit, I-I’m coming!”

Eddie spilling into you, coating your walls with his warm seed elevates this orgasm as you hold onto your boyfriend for dear life. Lightning sparks everywhere his body touches yours and pure bliss washes over you like a wave on the surf.

It takes a few minutes for the two of you to catch your breath. Eddie’s body hovers over yours and, if you’re honest, you’d be fine if he never moved. Eventually, he has to though, which also means pulling out of you. Though you whine at the loss, Eddie is right there to help clean you up and press sweet kisses to your mouth.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Mmm, I would hope so,” you tease, throwing your arms around his neck.

Eddie has one arm draped around your shoulders as you walk down the hallway to his apartment door. He keeps pressing kisses to your temple and running the material of your graduation gown between his fingers.

“What’re the odds the boys will be asleep?” Eddie asks when you’re one door away.

“Slim to none,” you answer with a bark of laughter. “It’s still light out.”

“Details, details.” Eddie grabs the doorknob and tosses the front door open, allowing you to step inside first.

But you don’t even get one foot over the threshold before your eyes take in the sight before you. A large banner reading “Congratulations!” hangs in the archway that leads to the bedrooms and the apartment is crowded with people. Your jaw drops and it takes your brain a few moments to recalibrate. Once it does, you spin around to face Eddie and swat at his arm.

“I told you I didn’t want a party!”

Eddie shakes his head, a shit-eating grin on his face, as he leads you into the apartment and closes the door behind him. All six Harringtons are here, Max, Lucas, and their daughter Tiffany, and Wayne with both boys, who look more mischievous than ever.

“Oh no, this isn’t a graduation party,” Eddie says.

Nancy steps forward, a sly smile on her face, when you narrow your eyes at Eddie.

“Nope,” she echoes. “It’s an employee performance review.”

You stare at her for a moment, not comprehending her words.

“What?”

She can’t help but let out a small chuckle so Steve steps up to her side to help her out.

“You’re our employee, right? Watch the kids? So, we reviewed your performance and determined it was excellent.”

“Which of course calls for a party,” Nancy explains, gesturing to the living room full of people around her.

“And the fact that it happens to be on the day I graduated college?” you ask, tilting your head to look at Eddie.

“Complete coincidence,” he says with an innocent shrug.

“Look, look, look!” Luke bounds over and grabs your hand, leading you over to the counter that separates the kitchen and the living room.

A large sheet cake with vanilla icing and blue piping rests there, bearing the words “Congrats Grad!” in gold lettering.

It brings a smile to your face, but you smile even wider as you look down at Luke and then over at Ryan.

“Did you two know about this?” you ask.

“Maaaaybe,” Ryan drawls.

“I can’t believe you kept a secret from me!”

You pull Luke in against your chest and start to tickle his sides. He squirms, trying to get away from you as he howls in laughter.

“Ahh! Ryan! Help me!”

Ryan rushes over and tries to tug his little brother out of your grasp, but you’re quicker. You pull the older Munson brother into your clutches as well and he becomes another victim of your tickling. They both shriek and try to run, but you cease your tickling to wrap your arm around each boy and press a kiss to the top of their heads.

“You little sneaks,” you say.

“Can we have cake now?” is Luke’s only reply. He doesn’t wait for a response before posing another question. “Do you make a wish on graduation cakes?”

“What would you wish for, babe?” Eddie says as he walks over to you. He looks like he’s trying not to laugh, and you furrow your brow. “Would it be to fly like Mary Poppins?”

Your eyes widen as all the heat in your body rushes to your face.

“I’m going to kill my sister.”

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Chubby F! Housewife Reader X M!Yandere Streamer OC Jasper

Part 1?

(idk i might continue it?? should i? i know it’s more niche)

MINORS DNI

CW: Chubby F!reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, cheating themes, reader in a dress, pet names for reader(darling, ) not smutty yet! slow burn possibly

keep thinking about a chubby housewife reader to like a really shitty but rich man, and they move next door to Jasper………………. MMMMM

Anything in Red reader isn’t aware of

Your husband moved you both into a beautiful mansion in a gated community. It’s amazing, and everything you could ever need, he’s providing.

You fell in love with him a year and a half ago.

It’s not like he lied, but you wouldn’t have married him had you known what he was really like.

He drinks all day and complains all night, and when he fucks you, he finishes in a few seconds. And that’s when he does fuck you! He’s hardly ever even touching you let alone getting it in.

You are standing outside overseeing the movers as they take boxes and furniture into your brand new house. your skirt dances against your legs in the warm, gentle breeze.

Your husband swirls an amber liquid in a short crystal glass, watching you from the doorway. When you wave excitedly, he skulks back into the mansion.

Your heartstrings tug painfully.

He’s taken you far away from all of your loved ones, somewhere where you’re all alone and afraid… And he can’t even be there for you at least little bit? Before a stinging tear fully can form-

“Evenin’” You hear a lazy male voice from nearby, and spin toward your hedges. There’s a wrought gate between yours, and your neighbors’ yard directly… The old neighbors must’ve been their friend. A young looking guy stands on the other side of it, waving kindly to you. His posture is easy, one hand in his jean pocket, the other up in the air, his head tipped back exposing his pale neck. Long black hair frames his face, loaded with piercings. He looks out of place, but perfectly at home standing out.

You approach, figuring that your husband can lead the movers just fine on his own. You don’t notice your slight pout, but Jasper finds it adorable, he bites his lip, eyeing you up.

“Sorry I didn’t bake ya a pie, didn’t know the place would be sold so soon.” He laughs and lazily scratches the back of his head, his shirt pulls up revealing his hip bone.

“Why? ‘s it haunted? OooOo” You wave your fingers to mock something spooky.

He laughs at your cute demeanor, “Eh maybe, last owner did die,” he shrugs.

“Oh my, I’m sorry, I didn’t know….” You idly run your fingers over the cold, slightly bumpy textured gate.

“Nothing to be sorry for, didn’t know them” He shrugs.

“Oh phew! I thought— Anyway!” You shake your hands and head to reset the convo, “What’s up? why’d you call me over here?” You tilt your head and fold your hands in front of you.

“I was just greeting my pretty new neighbor, that’s all,” He grins.

“Oh stop! I’m married!” You shyly laugh and turn your head so that he can’t see you’re flustered.

“happily?” His grin grows as does his suspicion.

“Oh!” You think of an excuse to quickly leave, “I think the movers are calling me!” You rush off back to at least pretend to delegate again.

His brow raises curiously as he smiles after you, watching your curves sway as you walk away.

The stranger watches you for a few minutes longer, and you feel his eyes on you, but you don’t dare turn around and encourage him.

You are a good wife. Regardless of who you ended up marrying. You stomp, steadfast in your decision.

He chuckles before walking back to his home.

Inside you finish setting the table with the house workers, and arranging the flowers on all the marble pedestals around the dining room. Your husband is having some business partners over for dinner.

As the door rings you rush to answer the door, and an employee beats you to it, taking their coat and everything.

You aren’t really sure what you should be doing… And your chest tightens with nerves.

“What are you doing out here? You should be with me.” Edward grabs your elbow and drags you along. He’s being rather rough but you can’t help feel a little grateful to be lead. It doesn’t stop your eyes burning in embarrassment.

He sets you down in the seat next to his at the head, and your heart flutters with pride, emotional whiplash aside.

A few men enter the dining room one after the other, and then dinner is served. you’re dissociating for most of it, just nodding along to their dull conversation, until your husband’s hand clasps around your thigh. “Huh?”

“You’re excused now, darling,” he has a cold look in his eye that startles you.

“What?” What he said hurt your feelings, he doesn’t want you around now? did you do something wrong?

“Leave, let us grown ups talk now” He laughs with his business friends joining in.

You feel that far too familiar sting in your eyes, how could he!? that’s so embarrassing! You’re his wife.

Doing your best, you stand without making a scene and give them all your most polite and proper departing smile.

It’s cold on the patio. Your evening dress doesn’t cover very much and where it does, the fabric is cool. You’re quick to shiver, but you remain.

There’s a security camera above you and you feel watched, so you decide to go for a walk around the block instead of staying stationary. Maybe that will warm you up a little too.

You creep out the front gate, feeling like you’re a teen again, sneaking out when you aren’t supposed to… But this is your home! you aren’t disallowed from taking a walk!

“Hah!” You laugh to yourself, how silly of a feeling you just had.

As you round a corner adorned by an iron lamp post with glowing twin lanterns, you start dwelling more and more on your predicament. You already felt lonesome before, where Edward had made you feel special, and told you you’d never be alone again. Yet here you are, walking down the dim street, alone.

An engine coming towards you snaps you out of your thoughts, you turn to see a large van slowing down as it approaches you. Your heart thumps and your mind races before the driver side window rolls down revealing your neighbor’s laid back, and smirking face.

You let out a shaky sigh, “oh goodness you scared me for a second!” followed by a nervous laugh.

“You alright? Want a ride?” He asks.

“Oh no, don’t worry about me! I was just taking a stroll,” You let your words hang, wanting to accept but being a little too frightened or nervous to outright accept.

“C’mon, we can have some coffee or tea at my place, ‘sides, i’d feel terrible if i just left ya out here at this time, sure it’s gated but a tasty lookin’ treat like you’d get snatched up in a heartbeat.”

Your face feels hot but you nod and mangange to get out an “mhm!”

He watches you round the front of his van, and reaches his body over the center console to open the passenger door for you.

He offers his hand to help you up, when you take it, it’s cold! “What have you been up to? You feel like death! here!” You bring his hand up to your face and blow warm air over his knuckles.

Crimson fills his cheeks for the moment and is swift to clear back out before you can really admire it.

You pull back away a little embarrassed yourself, you aren’t sure why you did that to a stranger! “Oh! I don’t even know your name! I’m Y/N!” You stick your hand back out in offer to shake his.

He takes it, “Jasper,” a small smile tugs at his lips.

The drive isn’t long, but you realize how far from home you actually were, and wonder what he had been doing to find you.

You step out onto his driveway and anxiously look through the gate connecting your yards. It feels as though this is something you really shouldn’t be doing… But this Jasper guy could be a friend, and then you won’t be so lonely anymore!

Your home is still lit up inside, so you’re assuming they’re still talking in there.

Jasper’s space on the inside is dimly lit, but brightly coloured retro fantasy, all soft shapes with rounded sides. Mostly pinks and purples. Very vaporwave. The kitchen tiles, though the typical black and white checker board, warp and look like waves on the floor. Plants cover most all the surfaces.

He makes you your preferred tea, or coffee, he doesn’t make himself a cup of either. Instead he grabs a pale blue, and silver can from the fridge.

“Oh i see how it is,” You say with sarcasm.

“I figured you’d need to warm up,” A smile crosses his lips that has your body feeling hot.

You sip your drink nonchalantly.

“So what were you doing out there by yourself?”

“My husband— Nevermind, sorry. I shouldn’t talk bad about my husband behind his back…”

“Well I know something we could do if you don’t wanna go back yet…” his brow raises in a challenge.

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burntheedges · 1 day

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Maintenance Request Epilogue

Joel Miller x f!reader 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 986

a/n: well, y'all. We made it. 😭 I hope you enjoy this peek into our favorite couple's lives. Thank you all so much for reading.

I have loved seeing all of your reactions and answering your asks about the fic this week (please keep sending more for the celebration if you'd like!). There will be more asks going up today and I'm linking them on the masterlist for the fic as I post them.

I'm getting emotional again. Thank you all. You're the best and I mean that so sincerely. 🧡 and thank you, as always, to @katareyoudrilling 🧡 I think we'll be back to visit these two (I've already got plans for something about Joel finding the poem from Ch 23 thanks to an ask from @toomanytookas) but this is it for the main story. (Also, today is my birthday, so thank you for celebrating with me.)

chapter tags/warnings: fluff, flirting, cuddling, pet names (darlin', honey, baby), allusions to smut

Epilogue

Saturday, May 10 Summer Break

It was a beautiful late spring day, with a light breeze rustling through Joel’s back garden. You stood on the back porch and turned your face to the sun, smiling at the view.

You were tired – you’d lifted so many boxes already that day, you couldn’t bring yourself to even consider opening any of them right now. As you tried and failed to will yourself to at least make a plan, you felt Joel step up behind you. He slid his arms around your waist and tucked his face into your neck.

“I like the way you look on this porch, darlin’. The way your stuff looks in the house. Our house.” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck. “Looks right.”

You grinned and leaned into him. “Well, that’s good, considering it’s way too late to change your mind now. All my books are here.” He huffed a laugh into your neck. “Once we mix them in with yours there’s no turning back. Gave up my keys and everything.” He pressed his smile into your neck in response.

You’d agreed to move in after the semester ended. Tommy, Beth, and Maria had helped, though they’d just left a few minutes ago – Tommy and Maria to return the moving truck, and Beth to pick up dinner. Tess had threatened Joel that he better have a housewarming party for you or else since she couldn’t make it.

You’d just gotten tired of lugging boxes around and stepped outside to see what Sarah, Ellie and Riley were up to. A sudden shout from the far end of the backyard drew your attention and you lifted up on your toes to try to see over Joel’s many plants.

He did the same, arms still wrapped around you, and asked, “any idea what those three hooligans are doing back there?”

You laughed. “Well, judging by the stuff they dragged back there with them, I have a pretty good idea.”

“Oh?” He nuzzled into your neck again, clearly not too concerned with their antics.

You nodded. “Mentos. And Diet Coke.”

He laughed, loud this time. “You’re kidding. They just discovered that old trick?”

“Seems so.”

“Feels like a different student tries it every term, so I guess I’m not surprised.” He sighed. “At least if they do it back there we don’t really have to clean it up, much.”

You elbowed him a little. “My thoughts exactly.” You were both quiet for a moment and you felt Joel relax into position behind you, leaning against the wall of the house and drawing you backwards to lean on him.

“You think Elllie’s got a plan for her room, yet?” He sounded concerned, but you knew it was because he was anxious to help her however he could.

“Yeah, she wants to freehand it. Some kind of mural.”

“Sounds like it’ll probably be pretty impressive. We can get her some paints, maybe tomorrow.”

You smiled at his offer. “Poor Tommy, kicked out of his room.”

Joel laughed at your words, but you felt him shake his head. “He’s busy with Maria, he don’t mind. Got better things to worry about these days.” You hummed, agreeing. “You know, darlin’, we got about half an hour before any of them get back.” He punctuated his statement with a quick nip to your neck and a thrust of his hips.

You snorted. “Joel Miller, are you propositioning me? In front of the kids?” You waved your arm towards the back of the yard.

He huffed a laugh into your neck. “They can’t hear us and I’ve been dying to get you alone all day. Honey, you live here now. You aren’t going to leave later because you’re already home. It’s driving me crazy just thinkin’ about it.”

You let your head fall back on his shoulder and grinned. “Half an hour, huh? Not a lot of time.”

He started pressing soft kisses down the side of your neck and you squirmed against him. “Enough time to make you come on my mouth, baby.”

You started to turn in his arms, already giving in, when there was a sudden, whooshing eruption and shrieks coming from the back of the yard. You laughed. “Sounds like they figured it out.”

“Hmm, let’s worry about that later.” He grinned at you as he started to walk backwards into the house, taking your hands in his to lead you. “We got things to do and the clock is ticking.”

Both of you started giggling as you dashed up the stairs. You almost fell into his (your) room and caught yourself on the dresser. He grinned at you as he closed the door before grabbing you by the waist to guide you onto the bed. “Pants off, darlin’. Let me show you how happy I am to have you home.”

Home. You smiled and did as he asked.

He was right, after all. You were home.

…

...Then love comes, like a sudden flight of birds from earth to heaven after rain. Your kiss, recalled, unstrings, like pearls, this chain of words. Huge skies connect us, joining here to there. Desire and passion on the thinking air. -- From “Rapture” by Carol Ann Duffy

It was like getting a love letter from a tree Eyes closed forever to find you— There is a life which if I could have it I would have chosen for myself from the beginning -- “The Poem” by Franz Wright

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spacebaby1 · 15 hours

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After you (PART 3)

(Reader!Nanami's widower / Gojo Satoru)

You woke up to someone caressing your cheek over and over. Small hands kept caressing you until you slowly opened your eyes to find little Megumi sitting on the bed looking down at you as he kept caressing you, confused you blinked twice before smiling, "Gumi? Are you here or I'm I dreaming?"

The five years old smiled a bit before speaking, "I'm real. Daddy said you weren't feeling well, I'm trying to help you feel well, are you feeling well?" You smiled slowly sitting on bed as Megumi looked at you. You took his little hands and gave them a small kiss, "you made me well." He smiled wide, Satoru entered the room and rubbed the back of his head, "did gumi wake you up?" Gojo said picking his son up on his hip, "sorry, I was making dinner and lost track oh him." You shook your head, "Don't worry he was maki-wait dinner?" You picked the watch on the bedside and your eyes widened at the time, "Oh my God, it's past seven! Why didn't you wake me up? I need to feed y-" you threw the blanket off, "already did, I feed Yuji and Choso." You stopped next to the bed, "you did? Satoru-ugh- I'm sorry you didn't have to-"

He waved at you, "Don't worry, you needed to rest, and I can take care of the boys, I have one here" He moved Megumi up from where he sat on his father hip. You sighed but smiled, "thank you, I don't know what to say-"

Gojo smiled, "say nothing. Come on dinner is almost ready, freshen up and come down."

You sighed looking at your wedding ring that you still didn't take off, "I don't feel like I'm hun-"

Gojo cut your sentence short, "you need to eat, please?"

Megumi decided to join in, "Yes, you'll get stronger like me, you have to eat." You chuckled and ruffled his hair before nodding at Satoru.

After washing up you went downstairs to find the table already set. Megumi was sitting on the floor with Choso sitting beside him; Megumi had his little hands around your sons shoulders talking about the toy he was showing Choso. He said something that made your son giggle and so did Megumi while Satoru was sitting not far from them on the couch with baby yuji in his arms gently rocking him while feeding him with the bottle with the other hand, "carful with his hair Gumi." Satoru told his son as Megumi was trying to style your sons long hair, Choso would not let anyone touch his hair and it was surprising that he always seemed giggling when Megumi would play with his hair, that made you smile as you walked towards them.

"Look, I made Cho's hair pretty!" Megumi smiled at you so did Choso with his messy ponytail that was titling to side. "You look beautiful Cho, you did a good job Gumi." You smiled at the two kids, they went back to their giggling and you walked towards Satoru, "he's not sleeping?" You forwarded your hands and he carefully handed you Yuji, "he woke up around 5 and haven't went to sleep been very energetic, weren't you little champ?" Gojo caressed your sons hair, "come on, dinner time, Gumi? Get Choso would you?" Megumi stood up helping Choso while holding his hand as they followed Satoru. So did you, and you noticed how Satoru didn't place a plate where your husband used to sit; and it hit you again that your Nanami was gone, you almost blackout for a second losing your steps when Satoru turned around just in time to hold you stand still basically holding you in his arms with Yuji still in your arms. Your eyes widened as you held Yuji closer terrified that you almost fell and dropped your child with you. "Hey, it's okay." Satoru whispered as he noticed you holding baby Yuji protectively, he rubbed your arms calming you down as he noticed you blinking rapidly before taking a deep breath, he carefully placed his arm over your shoulder, "Let's sit down, hum?" You nodded letting him lead you to your chair while Both choso and Megumi were already sitting beside each other. Satoru bent down beside you, "you okay? Want me to hold Yuji?"

You shook your head then looked down at your baby, he smiled at you trying to grab on your hair happily. You kissed his forehead. Your hands were shaking and you looked at Satoru who immediately stood up and took baby Yuji from your arms, "it's okay, it's okay" He told you knowing what are you feeling. Megumi was helping Choso eat their dinner. Satoru placed a reassuring hand on your head and you looked at him at the verge of tears but holding it back, he gave you a small smile, "I'm here, it's okay." You just nodded and looked down at your plate unable to grab the chopsticks since your hands were still shaking. Satoru took his seat beside you still rocking Yuji in his arms, he picked up the chopsticks and moved a bite of the food towards you waiting for you to eat it with his free hand, you pouted about to cry when he shook his head at you, you took the bite and heavily swallowed everything still hurt but you knew Satoru was only trying to help you as much as he can and you needed to be strong for your kids. Nanami would be sad to see you like this. But it still hurt...

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hugsandchaos · 1 day

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Here’s an AU! Or a joke of an AU? It’s based off a joke. Basically, Vlad wasn’t affected by the portal like Danny was and is still human, Danny isn’t a Fenton and still had to run with Sam and Tucker because his parents, who are also ghost hunters, found out and didn’t take it easy, and the three somehow crashed in Vlad’s lawn. About forty days later…

During a video call (because I said so!)

Jack: It’s been amazing speaking with you after so long, Vladdie!

Maddie: Say, do you have kids?

Vlad: No, I have three freeloaders.

Sam in the background: Wow!

Tucker: Dude, you’re letting us stay here!

Danny: And I’ve been fighting ghosts off your property for the last two hours!

Vlad: Send parenting tips. I beg you.

Maddie: We were so excited when we were planning for Jazz. A little stressful at times, but we got through it and now we have a beautiful daughter studying psychology! We couldn’t be prouder.

Jazz: I love you too!

Vlad: These three freeloaders crashed on my lawn and acted like feral gremlins for the first week and a half. They test my patience like no one else, but if anyone dares to do something to them, they will pay dearly for it.

Danny: Ha! I knew it! The fruit loop cares for us!

Sam: I got that on camera. You can’t take it back now that you’ve admitted it.

Tucker: If you weren’t stuck with us before, you definitely are now.

Also, Vlad defending Danny from Jack and Maddie. In subtle ways at first. When Danny accidentally came in still in ghost form, Vlad acted like it was normal and addressed him as “Phantom”. He walked up to him and thanked him for dealing with other ghosts. He told him to go lay down, and Jack and Maddie were very confused and a bit on edge.

The next day, they saw Phantom again. He was slowly reaching across the table and trying to grab Vlad’s coffee. Vlad was reading the newspaper and gave him a stern look. Phantom glared back, but slowly pulled his hand away and started to leave. Then he came right back and tried to swipe it, but Vlad was quick enough to grab him and scold him for trying to take his coffee. When they came into the room, Phantom freaked out and left. Vlad was displeased.

He was having quality “getting on each other’s nerves” time with the ghost kid who haunts his mansion and protects it from other ghosts! Quit scaring him off with your ghost hunting tech! You know what? New rule; Leave the ghost weapons at the door.

Also, Jazz warms up to him first. Both because he’s surprisingly lovable, and because it gives her a chance to study ghost psychology.

Jack: Vlad, don’t freak out, but your house is haunted.

Vlad: I’m aware. The little badger stole my second cup of coffee this morning. *turns around* Butter biscuits, he just took my fifth!

Phantom: *drinks coffee faster*

Maddie: Be careful! Ghosts are evil and unfeeling!

Vlad: Liar. Phantom takes great pleasure in draining my coffee supply and getting on my nerves. He also appreciates me for letting him turn one of the old rooms into a mini planetarium. Therefore, not unfeeling.

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weebsinstash · 23 hours

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Really like the idea of a yandere Vox who is so ride or die for his overconsumerist capitalist Musk-esque lifestyle UNTIL he sees it negatively affecting his darling and does a complete 180

like take that poly red string soulmate Vox x Reader x Alastor concept and, you've got Alastor KINDA warming up to technology and willing to watch TV and do other things with you but he's still not a fan of you being on your phone constantly and some of the video games and movies you consume. He's on the couch reading a paper and (affectionately) rolling his eyes as you and Vox take turns headshotting each other in a video game and hollering "hell yeah, suck my fucking dick!!"

Meanwhile Vox is just 200% chronically online and loving it until one day he asks you why you wear baggy clothes all the time and you're ever so casually replying "because my body is fucking icky, duh" and Vox has absolutely no idea what you're talking about until you break down on a tangent about it

I was watching a clip the other day where someone was pointing out that Marilyn Monroe was considered the 50s icon of beauty and there are plenty of photos with her with thick thighs or a visible belly pooch and, imagine Vox sitting there, the disbelieving 'are you joking?' smile falling off of his face as you just, go OFF, "why would I wear anything other than sweatpants? I have fucking CELLULITE VOX, I'll NEVER have leggings legs no matter how thin I am, and look at my hip dips, they're so fucking GROSS, and my butt isn't shaped right, I have banana rolls, and, do I have siren eyes or doe eyes?! Am I bunny cute or am I frog cute?! And look at how bad my facial balancing is! Ugh, where's my gua sha?! I'm so tired of being UGLY!!"

Later that week Alastor is looking up from his paper to see Vox just, slowly entering the room, sloooooowly shutting the door behind him, looking to his old friend, "so hey! Funny idea, stop me if you've heard this one before but, I was thinking we could uh, maybe take their phone away annnnnnnnnnd... not give it back?" and here's Alastor, "oh, funny story! So earlier today they asked me if I 'wouldn't like them anymore' if they got COSMETIC SURGERY, yeah, ON THEIR FACE BELIEVE IT OR NOT, so, naturally, I'm already one step ahead of you :)" as he just casually gestures to the smashed wifi router in the garbage can in the corner of the room

You just get home from work one day and Vox has his CRT head back on and you're told 'if you want to look something up online, you can use the desktop in the computer room, and only 3 hours of screen time' and it all but blasts you 15 years into the past 💀 no more nights where you're gaming for 5+ hours straight and ruining your sleep. No more skipping meals because you're hyperfocused and binge-watching an anime while also playing an idle game on your phone. No more Alastor and Vox finding out you're just smoking bowls for hours literally nonstop because you need some sort of extra stimulation while you doomscroll and watch 3 hour long roast reviews for shows you've never watched

Alastor catches you swiping through an app and you get a divisive video thrown in your face from some alpha dude bro podcast, "yeah, a real man knows how to protect his lady! She should be at home cooking and keeping the house clean, not running around like a tramp and doing dumb chick stuff! All women need to focus on is marriage and being good wives, you know, a TRADITIONAL relationship!" and Alastor is just, swiping that shit out of your hand, "he DOES have a bit of a point, repulsive as he is! I suppose I'll have to start looking at potential dwellings that can fit you, me, and, I SUPPOSE Vox too 🙄" and little do you know he's already got a cute little home in the 'burbs set up already. He's just... you know! Waiting for the right moment to let you and the annoying TV bastard know that you'll be moving! Maybe he'll just... wait until the day of! Nothing beats a fun surprise, right? ^^ he doesn't want either of you... trying to run away or anything after all haha!

#i actually have had an almost completelt finished vox fic w this conccept sitting in my drafts since like. February #yandere stuff #yandere hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hh #sinprompts

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taeraelicious · 1 day

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— WHISKEY . . . P.GW

GENRE - smut (18+)

PAIRING - outlaw! gunwook x fem! reader

WORD COUNT - 2,005

SYNOPSIS - you meet a particularly interesting outlaw at your bar who seems more interested in you than his whiskey.

NOTES - unprotected sex, creampie, public sex if you squint, clothed sex, semi-rough sex, gunwook has a massive cock, use of nicknames (doll, baby, etc.)

TAGS - @seoktized @teaxeee @woongiez

“What can I get for you?” You asked a man, dressed all in black. You were standing behind the bar, leaning against the counter. This bar was filled to the brim with all sorts of outlaws, you wouldn't be shocked in the slightest if one or more of your customers were a wanted criminal. The man you were serving was young, far too young for the vibes you were getting from him. “Whiskey, neat.” he said in a bland tone, his deep voice initially unamused as he cleaned his revolver. He reloaded his bullets, sliding it back into his holster before he finally looked up at you just in time for you to slide his drink across the counter.

He was honestly expecting an old hag or a slutty barmaid, but you… you were incredibly sexy, clearly strong yet still having a unique elegance to your movements. He studied you for a short moment and couldn’t help but crack a small smile, looking you in the eye as he took his drink. “Thank you, dollface.” He charmed, his tone having a hint of sensuality to it.

You brushed it off, most men and women that come through these parts tend to flirt with you anyways. It wasn't like he meant anything by it. At least that's what you were made to assume.

As the night wore on, tending to customers and scattered glasses, you noticed the same man lingering for longer than the typical bargoer. He had only ordered two drinks and was drinking them slowly. Occasionally you would sense his gaze on you, sometimes you’d catch him staring, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shamelessly checked you out. Though numerous others did the same thing, something was different… Maybe it was the way the other men usually cat-called you and he didn’t utter a single word. Maybe it was just that he was so mysterious, you didn’t know his name or his story. All you knew was he was fine as hell and he clearly thought the same about you.

It was nearly two in the morning, the moonlight providing a crisp glow to the dim bar. You were trying to close up, most of the customers had already left. Most… except him. The man in question was on his fourth drink since his arrival around eight o’clock that same evening. His glass wasn’t even half empty. “I need to close up.” You said clearly, grabbing a rag to wipe down the tables with. The man simply picked up his glass, putting it to his lips. “Just give me a little to finish my drink, love. I won’t cause you any trouble.” He mused, a chuckle dying on his tongue as he sipped his whiskey, the warmth of the alcohol burning his throat in the most devine way.

As you worked on cleaning the first of many tables you let out a hum. “Fine, but finish it before I finish my cleaning.” your voice came out firm and he didn’t dare question your authority. “Yes ma'am.” He echoed. The next ten minutes were an oddly comfortable silence, your cleaning going uninterrupted. As time ticked on you couldn’t help but begin to feel more intrigued by the man sitting silently at your bar. You finished up your tables, working up the courage to break the silence once more.

Walking across the room you grabbed the broom, beginning to sweep up the sand and other nuisances that kept you busy so late after business.”So what’s your name, outlaw?” You ask, trying to prevent yourself from seeming just as interested as you were.

“Now why would you want to know that, darling?” He remarked, a dry chuckle echoing throughout the bar. “Why ruin such a beautiful mystery? Do you want to turn me in or something, sugar?” His words took a moment to register in your mind, but you couldn’t help but scoff. “Turn you in? Do you have any clue how bad for business that would be? I couldn’t care less about what you’ve done, sugar.” you sniped back, a look of intrigue crossing the man’s face as you finished sweeping the floor.

“The name is Gunwook.” He took a swig of his drink, the glass clunking as he sat it against the counter, a smirk playing against his plump lips. His gloved fingers tapped the counter, something impatient as you moved to the task of wiping down the bartop. You slowly cleaned in his direction, tackling the barstools as you went. As you reached him, you could see a playful grin tug at his features. “Seems I need a bit more time to finish my drink.” He murmured, looking at his drink.

You rolled your eyes. “How much time do you need?” He had probably had that one drink for going on an hour now, Gunwook knew he was testing your patience, you could tell by how he spoke. Through the slight annoyance, you had to assume he had another intention lurking at this bar in the middle of nowhere. “How much time can you give me, baby?” your stomach churned at the nickname, a blush rising up to your ears. Gotcha… Gunwook smirked, gripping your hip with his large hand. He could sense your growing desire and decided to seize the moment, the slight buzz he had acting as excess confidence.

You felt your breath hitch, his firm touch searing into your skin. Your eyes scanned his, lust glimmering behind his deep brown eyes that matched the same desire you could feel growing between your legs. “I suppose there’s a few ways you could… occupy me..” your voice was not but a hushed whisper, Gunwook’s thumb massaging your hip with a sly smile. “I’m sure I can arrange that.” His hand slipped under your shirt and around your waist, his strong arms pulling you closer. His eyes darkened as he looked at your lips, not wasting a single second more before his lips crashed onto yours. His plush lips were intoxicating, his tongue slipping into your mouth seething with silent desperation. The malty flavor of the whiskey he’s been drinking making you feel dizzy.

His lips break the kiss only to move to your neck, muttering against it in between kisses. “Tell me gorgeous, what do you want?” Your breathing was already uneven, your eyes fluttering shut as you relished in his kisses. “You.” you whispered, feeling dazed. He didn’t wait for confirmation, his hands flying to the button on your pants, unfastening it and flipping you around to press you against the counter. You let out a slight whimper, looking over your shoulder. His lips brushing against your ear. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll make you feel good…” He cooed, pushing your pants and underwear down in one swift motion.

Gunwook’s clothed cock presses against your now bare pussy, your slick coating the front of his black pants. “Please.” you writhe, pushing against him. His cock wasn't just a want anymore, but a need. He takes the glove on his right hand, biting the leather at the tip and pulling it off, tossing it onto the counter haphazardly before dipping between your folds with two fingers, spreading your lips, feeling just how wet you were. “God darling, you're dripping.” His words were laced with a tantalizing level of lust. You whined, but were quickly shushed by the sound of his zipper being swiftly yanked down and the sound of fabrics moving as he pulled his dick out.

Within seconds, his tip was sliding against your entrance, teasing you. You could already feel his swollen tip and just how thick it was. “I might just break you, sweetheart.” He mused, one hand on your hip, keeping you bent at the waist over the counter and the other gripping the base of his cock as he slowly pushed in. He was massive, stretching you out seemingly more and more every centimeter he slid in. His lips met your neck, kissing and sucking along the sensitive skin to help distract you from the discomfort. You were relieved he was taking it slow so as to not hurt you. He may not be a good guy, but he wasn't a monster at least.

As he bottomed out, his tip was pressing against your cervix. Gunwook let out a deep groan as he pressed his lips against your shoulder. “You are so fucking tight.” He breathed, halting all movement, giving you both a short minute to adjust before he slowly pulled out. You could feel the veins lining his cock as he moved, a breathy moan falling from your lips as your mouth fell open. When he was almost out he pushed back in quickly, causing you to jolt forwards. “Fuck!” You yelp out, your pussy instinctively clenching around him.

A gravelly and amused chuckle coming from behind you as he started to repeat his action, the yelp slowly morphing into a series of high pitched moans as his hips slowly sped up into a steady pace. His hips were pounding into yours, one hand both pressing your back into an arch, pushing your shirt up out of the way and stabilizing your jostling from his harsh thrusts as his hand reached next to you both on the counter, picking up his whiskey from the counter.

The water ring that had formed under the beverage from condensation clinging to the bottom of the glass as it was lifted, Gunwook placing the glass to his lips sipping it as the cool water dripped onto your lower back. His thrusts didn’t falter as he held the glass, your moans echoing throughout the empty bar as his cock abused your pussy. “G-gunwook,” you mewled, looking over your shoulder at the outlaw, his eyebrows furrowed in focus as he watched his length moving in and out of you. “G-gonna cum!” you warned, the coil in your stomach tightening more and more. Gunwook looked at you, amused. “Already baby?” he taunted, though he had to admit, he wasn't doing any better himself, his balls were already tightening, yearning for release.

He downed the rest of his whiskey, discarding the glass onto the counter before slapping your ass, gripping your hips with both hands. He sped up, fucking you faster, harder, deeper. You were practically seeing stars, strangled moans and curses practically being screamed as he fucks you into your orgasm, you were squirting on his cock, your gummy walls fluttering around him as pure ecstasy washed over you. With a fucked out expression, the additional squeezing around his dick, your angelic moans and the surprise of you squirting causes Gunwook’s hips to stutter, him pushing his length into you as far as it’ll go as his orgasm overtook him suddenly. A guttural moan makes its way out of his throat as he rocks his hips slowly, emptying his load into you. He’s still dazed as he pulls out slowly, his cock still letting out little spurts of his thick cum, his cock slowly softening, beginning to hang heavily between his legs. His cum started to leak out of you, dripping out and onto the floor where the puddle of your own release was.

Gunwook grabbed his handkerchief, using it to wipe his length off before tucking himself back into his pants and gently cleaning you up. You whimpered in overstimulation, to which he shushed you, putting your garments back over your body and giving you a kiss to your shoulder as you stood up on shaky legs. He then dug in his wallet, sitting a good amount of money on the counter. “This should cover the whiskey, no?” He chuckled, gathering his things. “Seems I kept my promise to be finished before you got done cleaning up. Have a good night doll, maybe we will run into each other again sometime.” He winked at you as he left, leaving you to finish tidying up the bar with a bruised cervix and a limp that lasted the rest of the week.

#zb1 hard thoughts #zb1 hard hours #zb1 smut #zerobaseone hard thoughts #zerobaseone hard hours #zerobaseone smut #gunwook smut

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terriblepersongreatseamonster · 2 days

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(Please bear with me through this forthcoming ramble, because I've had all of 6 hours of sleep in the last two days and I'm a bit all over the place. Hopefully this will be coherent 😅)

I don't watch Bridgerton (that's a whole other post that I don't feel like typing out write now), but I've been fascinated by what I've seen on here from this newest season.

I turn 40 this year, and depending on your age you either think that's getting old or you think that I'm still relatively young. I bring this up, because what I'm seeing about Penelope and Colin is honestly something that I never thought I'd see.

Since I was twelve, I've dealt with weight issues. (At this point in my life, I know it's due to PCOS and some other health issues). I am barely 5'0" and typically fit into the 18/20 size clothes.

Being a teen in the late 90s/early 00s meant I didn't see people who looked like me get to be the romantic lead. Girls who looked like me were relegated to being the funny, supportive friend in the background. We got bullied and reminded that we weren't worthy of love or success because of our size. We went to school dances alone and sat on the bleachers while our friends slow-danced with their dates. We didn't get the love story, we got to watch someone else have the love story.

For such a long time I believed that my value as a person was tied to my weight. No matter what I did the weight wouldn't budge. Hell, I'm on Ozempic for my diabetes and I'm starting to think I'm the only person on the planet it doesn't cause weight loss for (it does however do a marvelous job of controlling my blood sugar, and at this point a healthy A1C is the thing that matters most).

I went on a few dates in my 20s with men who used my size as their reason to not continue dating (and yes, they all knew my size when they asked me out). When I started dating my husband, I went into it fully anticipating that no matter how much fun we might have he wouldn't be able to see past my size. I was wrong, and am so grateful for that.

It was only about 2 years ago that I started learning to see that I was far more than my weight. That whether I was my current size or managed to somehow be 100 lbs lighter, I'd still be the same person on the inside. I'd still have the same talents and skills, the same personality and humor. And while I've grown to see & love myself for who I am, it's still a day-by-day thing that I struggle with.

So, seeing this:

And this:

It hits me in a way that is hard to explain. I never thought I'd get to see something like this. Never thought I'd get to see someone my size and shape shown as beautiful and desirable.

Look at this woman, she is absolutely lovely:

I don't really know how to end this because now I'm crying. I guess my main point is that I feel seen and it's been an emotional rollercoaster.

And I may have to turn Netflix back on so I can see this season 😅

#bridgerton #polin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #colin x penelope #thoughts from a plus-size girl #it's surreal #I am more than my weight #representation matters #type 2 diabetes

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risuola · 2 days

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satoru gojo character & story analysis — all of it began with a miracle.

it's a piece of writing i wanted to do for a long time. it's not fanfiction, there's no reader. it's just his story from beginning to an end ( which i refuse to believe it's the end), it's what i think he was going through, what i noticed and assumed.

contains spoilers. — wc. 2,6k

It all began with a miracle.

A child is born, an anomaly, a little boy that in all helplessness and vulnerability is meant to be the strongest. A baby with hair as white as the snow and eyes as blue as the sky cries out loud, letting out his first few breaths and the balance of the world shifts.

Boy grows up, but without the warmth and love so needed and craved — he’s learning to survive in a world that doesn’t want him. He has looked death straght in the eyes more times than he's met the gaze of his own parents. With a bounty on his little head and with eyes filled with blooming resentment, he must keep his head high because he’s a pride. A treasure of his clan, a bearer of two techniques that did not appear together for hundreds of years. He’s blessed, but the blessing is nothing but a curse.

He knows about curses before he ever sees them. He knows about curses before he learns to write and he faces them while kids of his age are enjoying their time on the playground. It’s fine, his peers wouldn’t understand him anyway. He was fine alone. He was fine.

Years pass and he learns. With people around him, he’s lonely. A burden of power weighs him down, it swallows him whole and he feels alienated. The strongest sorcerer of the new era. The title feels strange on his tongue for years and he doesn’t feel the strongest. He’s a child, he wants to be— he can’t.

He grows arrogant, he grows distant and isolated. Directing his attention to things as trivial as gameboy games and playing cards, he leans towards normality that he craves so much. He finds joy and pleasure in sugary treats, because that’s what make him feel almost regular. But then, he meets someone special. Suguru Geto. A boy just like him, a boy with power that others do not understand. They become friends.

It’s the first time in Satoru’s life that he has a friend and he’s overwhelmed. He’s in love with the feeling of having someone, anyone, who understands him. He craves the time he spends with Suguru, he longs to see the black haired boy, he cannot get enough of him, always texting him, sending pictures, calling. And Geto wanted that too. The dynamic of friendship blooms into something beautiful, it roots deep within him and he wants nothing more, because with Suguru, he feels complete. Because with Suguru, he’s no longer alone.

The sky is blue. The bluest it’s ever been and the sun is so warm and pleasant. The days blend into each other, he doesn’t count them, he doesn’t care. He just wishes to be in this time forever, he wishes for this spring to stay like this because he’s there with him. And there are other people that care for him too? That are not afraid of him, that do not want him dead? He loves it. No matter the curses, he’s untouchable, he’s the strongest. They are the strongest.

But then, the blue sky turns red, the easy mission of protecting the star plasma vessel turns dark and bloody and Satoru dies for the first time. The sound of a blade cutting through his flesh, the feeling of it cutting the tissues and the warmth of his own blood made them dizzy. He falls to the ground and stills. Is it over? He doesn’t know. What’s with the balance of the world, what’s with his world, what’s with Geto?

Throughout heaven and hell, he alone becomes the honored one.

Everything shifts again. His body, as strong as ever becomes even stronger. Toji is gone and he doesn’t know what happened to Suguru. Riko is gone. It seems like he’s alone again but there’s a child on his mind now, a thought of a few-years-old boy somewhere alone. A child whose father he just killed.

He’s in crisis. Amanai’s body is light in his hands, cold against his warm body as he carries her out of the room full of simple humans, blinded by an ideology that is nothing but cruel. He sees the death of someone whom he grew to care about and he realizes that despite being the strongest, he simply cannot save people he wants to. And then, Suguru saves him. There’s no point in that, he says and Satoru listens. The sound of clapping makes him numb. Everything what happened made the shine of his eyes dull out. The blood in his hair feels foreign, the clothes on his body are trash. He’s dirty, he’s tired, he died just moments ago. But he listens. He knows better than to defy. He listens and leaves the cult behind.

The scale shifts again. Satoru is stronger. Suguru is left alone, Suguru feels abandoned and Gojo cannot help. His solo missions and the determination to master his techniques are driving him into oblivion. He still longs for his friend and in fact, there’s nothing else that motivates him than the wish to keep his close ones safe. He’s still himself, he picks all of him up soon, he throws himself into getting more out of what he inherited and he becomes the strongest. He saved Ijichi, but he couldn’t save Haibara.

And he couldn’t save Geto.

Is he the strongest because he’s Satoru Gojo or— what the hell does that even mean? He doesn’t know, but the sight of his closest friend, the one and only, the ride or die, turning around and disappearing into the crowd makes him want to scream. He grieves. He feels like he lost everything he had. The sky has never been so blue again.

He’s just a teenager. A young boy that never got to know love and care and yet, he decides to love and care for a boy, whose father took everything from him. It is, after all, Toji who turned his life into hell — taking the life of Riko, nearly killing Suguru and planting the seed of hatred into his mind. It is Toji who initiated Geto’s change, who initiated his own change. And the boy, Megumi, looks so similar. But Satoru takes him and his sister. Those kids are lucky. Satoru is not a father, but he gives his all to this new role. He doesn’t show it, but he cares.

Years pass by and he becomes a teacher. He wants to change the world he lives in, he wants to make sure the next generations are capable of protecting themselves. He doesn’t want anyone else to suffer as he did. He wants the kids to be strong, he trains them, nurtures them. He’s not the best teacher, he lacks qualities that make him likeable, but he does his best. He thrives in the way his students get better, he loves their smiles, he watches their friendships and he thinks that for as long as he is alive, he will not allow any kid to have its youth taken away. He lives by that statement.

He loses himself.

Lonely in the world, he realizes there’s a long-distant family around. Okkotsu. So Satoru saves him, trains him, loves him. And Yuta loves Satoru back. Things are good for a moment. Megumi grows good — he’s a troublemaker at school but to Gojo, he’s perfect. Tsumiki is in coma, but he cares about her as well, making sure she has the best medical attendance and conditions. For a moment, it’s perfect.

Until it’s not.

Until Suguru Geto appears at Jujutsu High after nearly a decade of absence, looking so familiar and yet so foreign. But his voice is the same, the tone in which he calls Satoru, it’s all so close to his heart. Satoru feels his heartbeat quicken, there’s a pressure in his throat and he wants to scream, but he can’t. Everyone is around, his kids are there, he can’t, he’s the strongest. So he stays there, focuses and he knows that after so many years, the time comes that he will have to make the sacrifice he wasn’t able to years ago.

Satoru blames himself. He did so for years, he felt lonely and guilty. But Suguru looks happy. Is he happy without him? The Night Parade happens. There’s trust. Despite everything that happened, Gojo trusts his one and only friend to not kill innocent young sorcerers because Gojo loves him still. It’s a feeling that’s always inside his chest, a friendship that will never be burned down. He wouldn’t be able to rid himself of it, no matter what happens.

But he kills him. The sight of Suguru so bloodied breaks his heart. The soft smile and light tone of his voice are etched into him and he knows that it is necessary to finish what he started that day in the past, in front of the fast food store. At this point, Satoru is so used to putting himself on the least important position, that he comes to terms with hurting himself if it means to protect his students, the youth.

There’s an importance to a body that he cannot deny. It is so undeniably human of him to want his closest friend to have a proper burial, to not be cut down and burnt as any other sorcerer. Satoru, egoistically, wants to have a place to come to, to talk to, to lay flowers at. He thinks that it’s alright, that it’s his own, that he’s allowed to do this because there’s no one stronger than him, right? He thinks that it’s alright to have Suguru’s grave to himself because that would feel like he still can talk to him, visit him. He takes care of it too. Flowers are always fresh, the candles are lit, the grave is clean and he feels him inside. The dead body filled with residuals so familiar, it puts Satoru at ease.

Until he doesn’t have that much time anymore. Because Sukuna awakens and he has yet another kid to take care of, to fight for. And he doesn’t know it yet, but nothing will be the same again.

Things go downhill from there. Where was he when Sukuna ripped his precious student’s heart out? As he sits in the mortuary, watching Shoko getting ready for the section, he cannot help but blame himself again. He promised to protect that child, he took him under his wing, he trained and taught him, ready to stand against the demon inside and still, he failed. And then, he laughs because this time, it seems like life is merciful. Because Sukuna allows Yuji to live.

Halloween night brings much less luck and he feels like a weapon again. Upon a curtain over Shibuya, he is sent alone because it is assumed that he’s gonna clean all the mess that unraveled. No matter how many people are there, how many curses and how dangerous. He’s the strongest, he’ll deal with it. He has to fight and he enjoys it even, for a moment, until he has to make sacrifice of people that, deep inside, he doesn’t care that much about? He cannot save everyone but there’s a promise in his actions, that he’ll at least exorcise the curses.

He makes a choice. Hanami first. He should’ve gone for Jogo. It’s chaos. And then…

The eyes he possesses tell him it’s Suguru Geto, but his soul knows otherwise. He’s sealed and he knows that he should’ve allow Shoko to dispose his friend’s body properly. But he didn’t want to. And now it was his fault.

It’s not that long for the world to go on without him and still, it seems like it’s close to ending. Satoru gets out but there’s no celebration, only grief. He has become a criminal. Most of his colleagues are dead. Is Nanami’s death his fault? Maybe if he’d exorcise the fire curse first— or Mahito. If not for Mahito both Nanami and Nobara wouldn’t—

Every choice he made in life, that prioritized his own well-being and happiness, backfired tremendously.

And Megumi. His babyboy, his stubborn son is now possessed by Sukuna? Why didn’t he see that coming? Tsumiki is gone too. And Yaga. He struggles to count the losses. A date is set and deep inside his gut he knows what will happen that day. He gives it his all. The mastery of his techniques. His fit body, his strength and all of the battle iq he has. He fights with everything he’s got, he bleeds and hurts, but it’s Megumi he fights for. It’s youth he tries to protect, it’s his son.

He feels alive for a moment, despite all, he thrives in the environment of battle so intense and extreme. He reaches the absolute top of his abilities; he gives it his absolute all. He wants to win, he wants to prove he’s the strongest, he wants to protect those who are important to him. But it’s not enough.

His fight is broadcasted and his death is too. Like a twisted reality show, an entertainment, with all the bloody detail and harsh reality of his situation. His last breath is shown through the screens. He thinks of his students a lot, he wants to show off for them, to teach them that there are levels of power that he wishes them to reach and yet, he fails. Because the levels of his power are simply not enough.

Satoru dies. Alone on the battlefield. He dies by the hand of his own boy, praised by the demon inside him and he wishes he could speak at the final moment. He knows what will happen next.

Five minutes.

He gave his permission. Used to treat himself as nothing but a weapon, he doesn’t care much what will happen to his body once he’s gone. The hope of resting next to his friend is long forgotten, he doesn’t dare to think wishfully, he doesn’t give into his egoism yet again. He wants his team to win and if that means they will use his lifeless body, throwing away his soul, then so be it.

Five minutes.

He doesn’t think much about it when Yuta brings up the topic. Frankly, he has no intention to lose the battle. He wants to take down Sukuna by himself, because if he does it, even if he dies in the process, his close ones will be safe. And he beliefs in them too. He hopes that everything he’s done in his short life is enough.

Five minutes.

That’s how long Yuta’s technique will work.

For five minutes, he’s still being used.

For five minutes, he still has to be the strongest.

It’s five minutes, and he’ll be able to rest.

The last five minutes of Satoru Gojo.

Satoru is a character deeply tragic but built so beautifully. He’s never had anything and yet he lost everything. One by one, he watched his close ones die, right in front of his eyes and he couldn’t do anything about it, even though he was the strongest. A title, almost mocking, stretched throughout his entire lifetime, marking him with powers that made him untouchable but rendering him unable to save people he cared about. His life was a trial, proving how resilient was his personality. Despite the arrogant, joyful mask, there was a deeply responsible man who dreamt big about changing the world but failed.

I’d like to think he’s got to know love, intimacy, the warmth of a touch even as gentle as a kiss to his temple but there’s nothing of such clues throughout the manga.

That is him. That is Satoru Gojo.

a/n. if you made it through this entire text, congrats! i don't expect this post to be read many times, but i needed to get this off my chest because i'm the kind of person who likes to analyze the characters. i have thoughts about most of the characters in jjk, so if you're interested in reading my dissection of someone else, let me know.

also, let's make a biding vow to give our man the fluffiest fics ever, the happiest moments and the sloppiest heads, thanks.

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amell333 · 2 days

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My pretty boy no matter what S.R

!!English is not my first languge!!

Summary: Spencer is feeling a little insecure since his contacts had to be renewed and have to wear glasses for a week or so.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male Reader

content warnings: Spencer being insecure, and nerves what reader think. But mostly just pure fluff.

Spencer have had aa problem with his contacts for a while, and now have to wear his old glasses for a week or so. He didn’t partially have a problem with it. back a few years after he joined the BAU he wore them all the time (season 2 btw).

He didn’t really care about what people thought, everyone had seen him with his glasses anyway, he was fine with glasses had no problem with them, sure they could be annoying and fog up easily, but he didn’t mind.

And that Wednesday morning wasn’t any different. He had been busy getting new glasses because the old once broke so he hadn’t been able to see since Monday and that did so he couldn’t work. He finally came back to the BAU. And of course, the first he went looking for, after putting his jacket and bag down, was of course you, his favorite boy, he wasn’t going to tell you that though.

After Spencer had looked for almost 10 minutes and simply could not find you, he went to JJ and Morgen to see if they know where you may have gone of to.

“Hey... uhm… Guys do you know where (M/N) is? I can’t find him.” Only after he asked he realized maybe it was not the best idea to and Darek Morgen, JJ was fine but Morgen. No yeah Morgen was totally going to tease the shit out of Spencer after he found you.

“Oh (M/N)? yeah last I saw his he was with Pen in her office.” JJ gave him a small smile after telling but before he could go Darek couldn’t wait with start teasing Spencer. “Oh lover boy looking for his little crush huh?” Spencer’s face turned red and his ears felt all hot.

“What!? Crush?! Wh- what no no…no no. ofcoursenotwhywouldyousayoreventhingthatwhat. No.” Darek and JJ started laughing. “Calm down pretty boy go find you lover boy ok.”

Without a word Spencer quickly left the scene to go find you where he hopefully thought was in Penelope’s office.

Not long after Spencer reached the office. And when he got closer, he could hear the voice of not only Garcia but also you. But just as he was about to push the door wider to step in and greet you and of course Penelope. He heard you say something interesting.

“That’s exactly why I hate glasses. They look all dorky and stupid they fog up. And is honestly just ugly, they don’t look good on anyone!” Spencer never cared what people thought about him he really didn’t. but… you were not people. You were (M/N). His (M/N). Your opinion matters the most to him. He cared what you thought about him.

He stopped himself before opening the door. He couldn’t let you see him like this. He wouldn’t.

But if he had just stayed a little longer he would have heard what was actually being said.

“What!?!?” Pen looked shocked wide eyes looking at (M/N). mouth gape staring at you. “why would he say that?! He’s only like ten! He’s too young to think that! Plus glasses does not make everyone look ugly that is an insult to me and my beauty!”

“I know Pen. I told my little brother that to. But he’s just scared he doesn’t want to get bullied and picked on by his friends and the other kids in the school.” you looked back at her. “and yeah you do look absolutely amazingly gorgeous.” You said that with a smirk on you’re lips.

“Ugh… darling you’re too sweet on me. But I know my glasses are so stylish and absolutely fabulous!” they both of you laughed. Then you checked the time. “Oh sorry Pen I got to go back to my desk, can’t stay here and chat forever. If only.” “See you later hun.”

You took you’re coffee mug from her table, thinking you could might as well fill it up on you’re way back. Plus you really needed something to wake you up, and that something is a hot cup of coffee.

When you walked in ready to finally get you’re hands on a nice cup of coffee you saw spencer. You’re face lit up. You haven’t seen him in days and he hadn’t texted you why, almost made you think he was ignoring you, you would have if he hadn’t texted you yesterday saying sorry he hadn’t answered back, but not telling why.

Spencer almost had his entire back turned to you. “ Hey Spence how-“ before you could say anything more Spencer hurriedly took something off his face and hid his had and the object in his pocket. He quietly and fast greeted you before running of. And that’s wired because you’ve never seen Spencer run by choice. Something was definitely wrong.

All day Spencer had avoided you and you didn’t know why. Evry time you walked into the same room as him we were fast you walk out laving you there confused and dazed. Why didn’t he want to talk to you? Normally you were the first he would greet. And he would normally be all excited to see you after only not seeing you for a day.

This was wired like really wired. He have never ever acted like this. So why? Did you do something? What could you have done to make you’re nerdy best fried avoid you, like you were the plage or something.

You really didn’t know. But what you did know was you were going to find out.

And that’s what you did, you went into full detective mode. You asked almost everyone on the team they thought it was wired as well. If there was one person, he never ignored it was you.

While you were asking around trying to find out what you could have done. Penelope was the 2.0 version of Sherlock Holmes. She had a feeling what could be wrong with Spencer. So while you were out asking trying to find out what was wrong, Pen was literally interrogating Spencer.

And after not so long Spencer knew she had figured it out, there was no point in hiding it for her anymore. He told her everything how he had hard how much you hated glasses and he was sorry for basically spying on you and her.

Penelope though was confused. What does he mean hated glasses you had no problem with it. you thought glasses were cute, and even had reading glasses yourself. But then she realized that he hadn’t herd the whole conversation, so while Spencer was rending between how sorry he was for spying and how sad he was about you.

She stopped him and tried to explain what was really said in the conversation and that he had misunderstood it all. Penelope didn’t even have time to finish her explanation before Spencer rushed out, yelling a quick thank you.

When he finally found you, you were sitting at you’re desk looking extremely down. Spencer felt like a big bucket of water just got splashed over his head. he felt so bad when he saw how stressed and sad he had made you. Thinking he should have just talked to you from the start.

He quickly walked over to you and stood at you’re desk. You were quick to notice him, standing up. Before you could ask him or say anything he started ranting about how he had herd you wrong saying how you hated glasses and how he saw sorry he didn’t just talk to you after the whole misunderstanding.

You caught on what had happened. And it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know how to deal with it, you know Spencer had always had trouble with explaining and acting on his emotions and just instead shut of thinking it would go away, and just solve itself.

You couldn’t get a word in, so you did what you had wanted to do since seeing him for the first time. You grabbed his head and shut him up with planting you’re lips on his soft ones, cautious at first, but when you didn’t feel any protesting and instead feeling him start to deepened the kiss kissing you back.

You moved one of you’re hands to the back of his head into the curls in the back, when you did that Spencer leaned further into you and the kiss. You backed away Spencer’s lips quickly trying to get closer to yours again. He looked at you as you look at him.

“You’ve been ignoring me because you thought I didn’t like how you looked in glasses?” there was silence for a while before nodding his head slowly. “Baby why would you think that.” Spence looked down at the ground studently feeling embarrassed.

“it’s ok Spence. Please don’t look down you look so cute with you’re glasses on” when you said that Spencer’s ears turned red, and a wobbly smile had formed on his lips.

“You’re so pretty. You know that right? You’re my pretty boy” … “Wh-what did you just say” had he herd you wrong? Was he hearing things? Or did you just say he was you’re pretty boy? “ you want to be my pretty boy Spence?” all Spencer could do was nod, still thinking he was dreaming or something. “And glasses or not you’re my pretty bot no matter what Spence.”

You’re lucky no one was in the office at the time or you and Spencer would never hear the end of it but that wasn’t what mattered right now. All that mattered was Spencer at the moment.

Thank you so much for reading my fic. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. And have a good Day/Afternoon/Night!

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thebat-musicman · 2 days

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The Playlist™

My 12 hour Batfam playlist (with repeating songs!)

The repeating version has 200 songs and is 12 hours. Non repeating has 167 songs and is 9 hours and 54 minutes.

I am so sorry to whatever poor souls are reading this just trying to find good songs for their faves

@batfambrainrotbeloved it’s done

The bat-playlist from hell is under the cut

Alfred

Be our guest

Let it be

Sweet caroline

You are my sunshine

God is really real

Istanbul (not Constantinople)

50 ways to say goodbye (him faking Bruce’s death when he went training)

What was I made for

No time to die

James Bond theme

I got you

Child of Mine

Little Lion man

You’ll be in my heart

Never grow up

Edelweiss

Baby mine

Friend like me

My heart will go on

Bruce

Never grow up

Everything has changed

I hate it here

I look in people’s windows

imgonnagetyouback

Karma (AJR)

Humpty Dumpty

Inertia

Two birds

Cat’s in the cradle

Song for Orphans

Tears in heaven

Heart of stone

Robin

Whatever it takes

ocean eyes

Migraine

I’ll make a man out of you

Under the Sea

Beautiful Boy (darling boy)

Babs

The story of us

Just a girl

Clara Bow

Role Models

Break my face

The DJ is crying for help

Little miss perfect

She used to be mine

Mastermind

Pretty distraction

So high school

How did it end

Fight song

You should see me in a crown

The man

Runs the world (girls)

I bet you think about me

Inertia

Ours

Part of your world

Dick

I can do it with a broken heart

Touchy feely fool

Never grow up

The Bolter

Surface Pressure

You’re on your own, kid

Because of you

Karma (AJR)

Way less sad

Perfect (simple plan)

Father of mine

This is me trying

Count on me

The Greatest Show

No way

Mr. Perfectly fine

Dancing Queen

Show and Tell

How far I’ll go

Used to be young

Cass

Who’s afraid of little old me

Cassandra

The Albatross

Father of mine

You’re on your own, kid

Heart of stone

Fight song

Everybody wants to rule the world

She used to be mine

Family Line

Because of you

Roar

You should see me in a crown

I won’t

When will my life begin

The prophecy

I hate it here

Speechless

I’ve got a dream

Blackbird

Jason

The Prophecy

Mr. Perfectly fine

Better than Revenge

I did something bad

My tears ricochet

Vigilante shit

You’re gonna go far, kid

Time of dying

Deja vu

good 4 u

Because of you

Father of mine

These boots were made for walking

Fuck you

One way or another

Bang! Pow! Boom!

Be prepared

One jump ahead

Vampire

I think I’m gonna like it here (baby jason needs a song)

Steph

Record Player

Turning out Pt. II

The Dumb Song

Just a girl

Cardigan

The Man

But daddy I love him

the manuscript

Guilty as Sin?

Father of mine

Dead!

Teenagers

You’re on your own, kid

Mr. Perfectly Fine

High school sweethearts

Drama Club

My Play

Devil Town

This is love (air traffic controller)

I won’t say (I’m in love)

Tim

Ur gonna wish u believed me

Yes I’m a mess

Karma (AJR)

Mastermind

Don’t blame me

Fool

Wow, I’m not crazy

Humpty Dumpty

Good 4 u

Pretender (Acoustic)

Mister Cellophane

Come hang out

Let the games begin

Heart of stone

brutal

Deja vu

Every breath you take

The sound of silence

Go the distance

Viva La Vida

Duke

Here comes the sun

Walking on sunshine

I see the light

How do I say goodbye

The Prophecy

Turning out

Sunshine lollipops and rainbows

Teenagers

Our song

Demons

I’m still standing

Waiting on a miracle

I’m not famous

Paper rings

We didn’t start the fire

Everybody dies

What was I made for

I’ll follow the sun

Sunflower

Into the Unknown

Damian

Insane

Oh no!

Surface Pressure

Control

The good part

Role models

Mother knows best

Bad guy

What else can I do

Devil Town

Bones

Rät

Maniac

Losing my religion

(Don’t fear) The Reaper

Heathens

Pumped up kicks

Go the distance

A whole new world

I just can’t wait to be king

#damian wayne #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #jason todd #stephanie brown #tim drake #duke thomas #playlist #batfam playlist #batfam #batfamily #this took way too long #i have a problem

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vera-king-hrfl · 2 days

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Zevlor Sex Drive HC.

OK, so I've been thinking about our sexy old legend a lot recently (obviously), and I've decided to explain how I understand his needs. Just... I mean, just look at the guy.

I can't be arsed to format anything, but w/e, you get what you get.

He's really shy at first and doesn't want to burden you with his desires, but when he feels more comfortable, he will indicate his needs in subtle little ways.

He's too much of a gentleman to ask for it outright, but you see the hunger in his fiery eyes as they travel over your body. The way his sharp teeth indent that delicious lower lip, his claws digging into his palms trying to control himself.

He loves to make out. He can kiss you and touch you for as long as you can take it before you get too hot and absolutely attack him. When he learns how to turn you on there's no hope of resisting.

Maybe at first, he comes too fast, he's been starved for touch for so long, but he's able to perform multiple times in any given day. He has amazing stamina and really strong legs, so once you have released that incredible pressure he's able to go for hours.

He needs... needs sex, on the daily. It makes him feel attractive and wanted. He's damaged, and being inside you, or having you inside him, makes him feel loved.

Once he is really comfortable and knows you want him however he likes, he's not picky about the setting. He'll take you anywhere. In bed, bent over a table, up against the wall. He'll pound you into the dirt if that's what's available.

He likes everything. Blowjobs, hand jobs, dry humping. He loves when you play with his ass. Your fingers, your tongue, your cock if you have one. He whimpers so sweetly when you stretch him there. He can come from that alone.

He can also get off from going down on you. And with that long, forked tongue... (it isn't in the game but we the people have decided it and so it shall be.) He's good with you sitting on his face or grabbing his hair or horns and fucking his throat, whatever the case may be.

Zev isn't picky about gender or appearance. As long as you want him, he thinks you're beautiful.

He loves when you caress his horns or his tail. When you touch the ridges on his body, or complement his eyes. He isn't exactly ashamed of what he is, but he's been insulted so much that it makes him really happy that you appreciate his infernal attributes.

He's big. Like, long, heavy, thick, with prominent ribbing. He's been thoroughly blessed by the cock gods. I think it's pretty much universal fandom lore now. He is aware of that, and always afraid of hurting you. And he does, but you like that, don’t you? You'd never tell him that it's too much, even if it is.

He's also really strong. He's not the biggest guy in body, but he's so fit, and has been for so long that he can easily hold you down or throw you around even if you're heavier than him.

He likes to bite and be bitten. Not into pain that much, but he considers it love bites and likes leaving marks on you. He is embarrassed about it but he enjoys the taste of your blood.

He's ready at a moment's notice if the two are alone. He can get hard at a light breeze.

He's not an exhibitionist, but he's fine if nobody can see and you try to be quiet. He'll get shy about public displays of affection.

He always thanks you afterward, even if you're the one who's quivering, covered in sweat and half-wrecked from the pleasure.

He's big into aftercare. He likes to hold you and soothe you as you tremble in his arms. He'll get you a drink or a cloth to clean up with. He can also heal any damage he's done, which eventually makes him more likely to take kinky risks, if you’re enthusiastic about your desire for that.

In conclusion, yeah, I'm down bad. I can't help it, and I'm not sorry.

Note: there's a little hint of what I'm working on now up there somewhere. Something I haven't included in any of my Zev stories yet. Be afraid.

#zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor bg3 #nsft #zevlovers #headcanon #cw suggestive #cw smut

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xxchaosjojoxx · 2 days

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Just one dance (Penguin x reader)

A/N: I need Penguin in a suit please. Gimme this please. If you draw him in a suit, withput hs hat or writing something like that as well tag me please. I am down for it. I couldn't help but blushing as well. We don't know what his hair looks like neither his eyes. I imagine him like this, hopefully it's ok for you even if he looks differently in your headcannon :3

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“Penguin, will you be my plus one?” You asked. Penguin looked at you with a shocked expression. “W-Why me?” He asked back.

We docked on this island yesterday evening and while we were exploring the island you met a familiar face. “Y/N is that you?” A pretty and tall blonde woman was looking at you with a big smile. Long story short. This pretty woman was your best friend since you could think. Her family moved away when you were 10 years old. Her father was the mayor of this village.

“Say, is there a festival going on?” You asked her and she responded with a smile. “Yeah we will celebrate a wedding and you my dear y/n.” She handed me an envelope “Have to come. I sent one to your mom a few months ago. But she told me that you were no longer on the island. Living your dream as a pirate. I assume the pirates outside are your crewmates?” She asked and you nodded happily why accepting the envelope. “Yeah they are like family. I don’t know If I could join, because we wanted to leave tomorrow. But I’ll ask my captain.”

You would love to attend the wedding of your old best friend. You cherished the memories with her in your heart.

“I would love to meet one of your crewmates. I’m sure you will join the wedding with one special person, huh?” She giggled at you while you were blushing. “Your mom told me that you met a nice pirate back then. He was your type. Well, we will see each other tomorrow night then.” With that she was gone. Soon enough you were looking for your captain and asking him a favor. After you told him the situation he was still looking grumpy at you. “Please Captain, she is my best friend. Pretty please?” You tried your best to give him the puppy look. “FINE! We can stay here for 2 more nights and you can attend the wedding party. BUT!” He pointed a finger at me. “No Hook ups. Capiche?”

Your face turned dark red. “W-What? I would never do that, you know that.”

With a happy smile you went shopping with Ikkaku and Bepo. Shachi agreed to do your hair before the wedding starts. He worked as a hairdresser a long time ago. This fact surprised you. So all you have to do is get a dress and get a dance partner. It didn’t take long as you found the most beautiful dress you ever laid eyes on. The last part on your list was getting a partner and you had the perfect match in your mind.

Back to the present you look at Penguin. “I feel comfortable around you and I don’t wanna be the only person attending this without having a dance partner.” You couldn’t tell him that you fell in love with him as soon as you saw him. He was the reason why you joined the Heart Pirates, but this was a thing that he doesn’t even need to know.

Penguin was nervously scratching his neck. “B-But I can’t dance plus I don’t even have a suit, why should I? It’s not necessary for us anyway.”

You looked at him with big eyes. “Pen please.” He sighed “C-Can’t I just go with ehm.. casual clothes?” You pouted. “I dunno. She is the mayor's daughter after all. Maybe Law has a suit for you? Or we can ask the stores if you can lend one?” He tried to resist your cute big eyes “Hng…OK FINE.” He groaned and blushed a little. “I will ask the captain or the shop owner.”

You beamed at him and hugged him tightly for a few seconds. “YOU are the BEST. One more thing tho.”

He was panicking. What more is there?

“Ehm… I suppose you have to go without your hat.. and ehm..” Penguin interrupted you with a loud “HELL NO!”

You were looking at him blankly. “This hat and me…we are one. ABSOLUTELY NOT!. Never. Nope! I’m sorry but no. Maybe you should find another person.” And with that Penguin stormed off. He felt insecure. Only a few people saw him without his signature hat. It wasn’t that he thought he would be ugly or something like that. He was scared that you wouldn't find him attractive anymore if you were able to see his messy black hair or his eyes that he tried to hide whenever you were looking at him directly.

You were heartbroken, you stumbled to the next bench, crying. It was not typical for Penguin to react like that. You realized that someone sat beside you, patting your back softly to comfort you. “It’s ok. Don’t cry please. I can’t handle this.” You recognize the voice of your captain, Trafalgar Law. With a sniff and teary eyes, you looked at him. Before you were able to speak, words came out of his mouth. “I have no idea why he reacted like that. I mean I can only guess. I can believe I’m doing this.” He was looking down on you, with a stern look on his face but a light blush on his cheeks. “I allowed you to attend the party, so if you want…I can accompany you. But I won’t dance. Ok?” You looked at him in shock. Never ever did you ever think that Trfalgar law, your captain, the surgeon of death, would say something like…this. You blinked a few tears away. Law was nervous. “We can still leave the island, if you prefer this.” He mumbled.

The day of the wedding arrived. After Ikkaku helped you with your dress, and Shachi did your hair, Law accompanied you like a gentleman to the wedding. He was wearing a suit, this was one of the rare occasions where you saw him without his hat on.

“Don’t stare at me or I’ll leave.” He said calmly. You were sitting there, enjoying the groom and the bride. Her wedding dress was beautiful. It was long, white with a heart necklace. It was her dream dress. You often talked about your wedding when you were younger. It was an emotional wedding. After the official part ended, Law excused himself to check on the Polar Tang really quickly. So while the rest were dancing inside, you were waiting outside, sitting on a bench. You could hear the music outside too. But now you were alone, sulking, feeling sad that you were left alone again. This was the perfect chance to get closer with Penguin, getting quality time with him. You sighed and you tried your best not to cry.

As you were looking down the ground you saw a pair of shoes before you. As you lit your head, you saw a young man before him. You never saw him, he was a total stranger to you. It was dark outside, so the lights from the party and the streets were shining on him. His right hand was at the back of his head, while he held his other hand towards you. He had black short hair and he really looked handsome.

“Excuse me.” You were surprised to hear his gentle voice suddenly. “C-Can I have this dance, by any chance?” He asked you nervously. It must have taken a lot of courage to ask a stranger this kinda question out of nowhere. You were stunned and were looking for Law.

“I am waiting for my partner ehm..” But you soon remembered that, even if Law would be there, he wouldn’t dance with you at all. With a sigh and a polite smile, you rose up and took his hand. “...I guess one dance is ok.” He was smiling at you and as you looked into his eyes you were stunned. His eyes were icy blues. They looked like the moonlight shimmering on the water. He positioned his hands nervously around you so he could dance with you slowly. “I’m not the best dancer. Sorry.” he said and looked at him with a smile. “Me neither.” Even though you never saw him, you felt pretty comfortable with him. His hands were warm, soft and still firm. His eyes were gentle and the most beautiful you have ever seen. This man was absolutely magnificent and everything felt so familiar. His smile, his voice, his touch. You felt happy just to see his smile.

The song began to slow dance and you automatically closed the distance between your bodies. You couldn’t help getting lost in his eyes, in his touch. He had control over you and it felt like a dream. As the song ended you both leaned in closer, there was just a little gap between your faces.

“You wanna dance with me again? Getting Lost in the moment one more time?” he asked you with a husky voice. You felt a shiver down your spine. You felt attracted to him, without any doubt.

“I.. I would love to.” You stuttered and looked between his lips and eyes. “But I can’t sorry. I am interested in someone and I wanna stay loyal to him, even if this love is one sided.”

You gazed into his eyes. “I am sorry. I really am.”

He was smiling sadly at you. “I see.” This handsome stranger was disappointed and so were you. “I guess you meant it earlier. That you just feel comfortable with me and need only a dance partner.” You were confused white he let out a low chuckle. “I guess it’s a good thing that the captain accompanied you for the official part at least. I mean.. Captain looks better in a suit than me, I suppose.”

You were blinking a few times as you tried to understand what the man in front of you talked about. Your hands cupped his face. “Pen..? Is that you?” You asked shyly and the man before you tried to avoid your gaze. “Yeah…who else? Captain said, you wanted to dance with me and asked me if I would be up for dressing like this for you at least for just one dance. Because I made you sad.. But I guess we were wrong.”

“Wait, Law said he had to check on the polar tang..not that you two were switching places. Not that I didn’t want to dance with you. I did. You were the one I wanted to go to this wedding in the first place.”

Penguin looked at you nervously. His eyes were staring into yours. “You..didn’t realize it was me?” You shook your head. “Your voice sounded familiar and your smile was as precious as I remember. But your eyes..” Penguin tried to cover his eyes with his hand, but you grabbed his hand. “Your eyes are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Penguin was blushing. “R-Really?” - “Yeah I was shocked that such a handsome stranger would ask me for a dance. I could see that it took a lot of courage.”

He gulped and squeezed your hand a little bit. “You look very beautiful tonight y/n. I mean you always look beautiful. Are you disappointed that it’s me?”

You smiled at him. “Of course not. Why should I?”

Penguin tried to find the right words. “You wanted to stay loyal to your heart. I’m sorry for crossing a boundary by trying to kiss you earlier. For a moment I thought you would want it too. But maybe it was just the heat of the moment and I-” You interrupted him with a gentle kiss on his lips. After a while you parted away and looked at him with so much love and affection in your eyes. “Wanna guess, why were you the only person I asked to accompany me? Because I have this silly crush on you. Captain couldn’t see me crying and offered to join me, so I could enjoy this evening without being alone.”

Penguin was speechless. “So you rejected me for…me?” You both chuckled. “I guess so.”

He leaned in, and as soon as you closed your eyes, you felt a pair of lips on yours. This moment was magical and you wished that this evening would never end.

#one piece #penguin one piece #penguin x reader #op penguin x reader #one piece x reader #x reader #fluff #female reader #penguin

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The Fire in the Sin

Chapter 8 - Scrambled Eggs

Word count: 6,081. Read on AO3. Series Masterlist. <-Previous Chapter.

Summary: Alastor finds out someone has hurt his wife. TW: canon typical language. Mentions of violence. Possessive Alastor but it's honestly nothing too crazy.

Series Summary:

In the 1950's, Alastor met the woman he would eventually marry but unfortunately his Radio Demon persona went for her soul rather than her hand. He has to learn what it means to love, and cherish, without possessing and he does. Their relationship is beautiful, strong, unbreakable . . . but he carries a dark secret through their marriage for decades until eventually he has to face the consequences of that secret and leave her, without warning, for seven years. He returns, finding her at the Hazbin Hotel, and has to convince her to forgive him, while being literally bound to secrecy, unable to tell her any of things he now is desperate to explain to her.

(This is a duel timeline fic, timestamps will be a the top of every chapter.)

Chapter 8 - Scrambled Eggs

Present Day

Dawn didn’t break in Hell the same way it did on Earth, at least not in Pride Ring. There was never any soft yellow glow on the horizon with a transition to baby blue with little fluffy white clouds. When morning came in Hell, it was just a slightly lighter color of red in sky from the deep, almost black crimson of evening.

With her blinds closed and still mostly asleep, Mina had no idea what time it was when she shifted in her bed and noticed the weight of another body under the covers with her. It was not something she had experienced in seven years and the shock of it was enough to wake her up.

She carefully turned from facing the edge of the bed to look at the man fast asleep behind her. It was still very dark in the room, but she could make out the shape of his large ears, two-pointed antlers, and the way the shadows dipped and deepened across his facial features.

Alastor was well and truly out like a light, in bed with her.

The biggest giveaway to how deeply he was sleeping was his smile. He couldn’t fake that small of a smile while awake if he tried. It was barely there, just the smallest twitch upwards at the corner of his lips, the rest of his face completely relaxed.

Even Mina hadn’t seen him sleep properly in a bed since his return. Though they weren’t sharing a room currently, she had noted the lack of one in his own room and knew he was back to his old, bad habit of fighting off sleep as much as possible, only crashing in his chair in his radio tower when his body demanded it. But she had known that eventually, even the Radio Demon, had to get his beauty rest.

It was a weird power trip for him, creating the illusion for everyone that he didn’t have the same biological needs as everyone else in death. He would eat and drink in front of others, but Mina was sure that if he could help it, he wouldn’t even breath around them, God forbid let them know he had to sleep, or shower, or use the toilet.

The fact that he enjoyed a nap and a bath after sex was a secret she would keep for him until the end of the universe.

Mina was never tempted to wake Alastor when she caught him asleep like this. Even in the early years of their relationship, when she would often wake in the middle of the night needful, achy and wet with desire for him, if she found him sleeping peacefully next to her, she let him be. It was such a rare sight, and she cherished every time she got to see him like this.

He showed no signs of waking when she had turned around; hadn’t even changed his rate of breathing, so Mina risked getting closer until she was pressed against his chest. Alastor sighed a bit and shifted his weight in response, and the sound of radio static buzzed momentarily in the room. Mina’s breath caught in her chest when his arm moved but then he simply put it around her waist and went still again.

Pressed this close together, Mina could feel that he had left his red button up on but stripped down to nothing else but his briefs before he had joined her in bed. She ran her foot down his calf and ankle, feeling his foot that ended in hooves instead of toes like her own. Unable to control it, she felt the purring start in the back of her throat. God, she missed this intimacy.

Though she had gone decades without romance before they had met, that had only been out of fear from her past traumatic relationships. She was not like Alastor; she craved physical affection, even when she wasn’t in love. To have been left behind for seven years just for him to return and not “be in the mood” for weeks now was wearing her down.

It was only her deep exhaustion, brought on by the battle and blood loss from just hours before, that kept her hands from roaming to more exciting places on Alastor’s body. Instead, Mina closed her eyes and let the feeling of his arm around her, and the vibration of her own purrs soothe her back to sleep.

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For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Alastor felt his body waking up and tried to fight it off.

His shadow had alerted him to Mina’s return in the middle of the night and he had marched down to her room, ready for a confrontation, and instead found her curled up under the covers, limbs and tail tucked as close to her core as possible, and fast asleep.

He had sent his shadow under the blankets to inspect her, watching as it caressed and wrapped itself around her body, before returning to its owner and informing him wordlessly that she seemed fine. No injuries at least, just incredibly worn out. Something bad had happened but she would be alright.

Alastor had been so tired as well that he made the decision that their inevitable argument could wait until they were both better rested and had divulged himself of most of his clothes and slipped under the covers as well, careful not to get too close to her lest he wake her. Manifesting a bed in his room had sounded like just another chore to do and after all, Mina had offered to share her bed with him earlier that same night, so he doubted she would wake up angry.

He couldn’t remember any of that, or even where he was, or what year they were in, when he first began to wake. All he felt was her body against his and the urge to stretch his limbs. He began to move, first one leg and then the other and felt Mina yawn against his chest and shift her weight as well.

Alastor opened his eyes, blinking away the still heavy curtain of sleep. His vision cleared and red irises met green and gold and instinctually, as easily as breathing, he leaned forward and kissed his wife.

She responded eagerly, her hands quickly emerging from beneath the blankets and tangling in his hair before moving up to caress the base of his ears. He felt his smile widen before he deepened the kiss, his own hands still under the covers and found the hem of her nightgown and pushed it up, following the heat of her flesh up until he was cupping her ass. Mina groaned against him, and he moved until he was fully on top of her, allowing her to adjust herself until her legs were wrapped around him before settling his weight down. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath her nightgown and he ground down into her, nothing between them but the thin fabric of his briefs. He hadn’t woken up with an erection but was quickly feeling himself growing hard and she moaned again, claws digging into the back of his neck in response to the friction.

The small amount of pleasurable pain from her scratch shocked his system and he began to wake up a little more.

Mina leaned up and kissed him and he responded in kind, kissing her back as passionately as before, but something had shifted in his mind.

This was not their bed.

Beneath him, she angled her hips up and tried to grind against him again, but he had stilled a moment as he tried to process his thoughts.

The hotel. Hazbin Hotel. He had named it.

“Alastor?” she said, and he realized he had stopped kissing her completely.

He stared down at her as reality came crashing back.

Where he had been the last seven years, the deal he had made, the shit that he and Lillith, and Lucifer, were all wrapped up in, Charlie, the hotel . . . Mina. The memory of looking at Mina for what he knew to be the last time seven years ago and her smiling innocently back at him, completely oblivious to the destruction he was about to bring into her life.

Mina, who had taken off to somewhere last night when he had been aching for her the most.

Alastor really wished he had just kept his momentary sleep-induced amnesia for even a few more minutes longer.

“Where did you go last night?” he heard himself ask before he had even really decided how to proceed; before the radio filter had even taken its hold on him.

He could feel the tension suddenly enter her body beneath him.

“Alastor, please,” Mina pleaded, her hands still in his hair. “Please, just keep kissing me.”

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against her, truly wishing in that moment that he was the kind man who could just put his feelings aside and give his body what it wanted. Relationships, sex, life in general, seemed so much simpler for men like that, and for the first time since he was alive, Alastor envied them.

Mina moved her hands from his hair to cup his cheek and whispered to him. “Please, Al. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said, and regretfully pulled away from her and got out of bed.

“Don’t,” she said but he was already getting dressed.

“Where did you go last night?” he repeated, static filter now fully in place as he pulled his pants on. He could just materialize his clothes back on his body, but he was nothing if not petty when he was upset and wanted to take his time making a show of it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she sighed, sitting up and with her elbows on her knees, put her head in her hands.

“Answer me.”

“Where did you go for seven fucking years?” she spat back.

“I am here now. I was here last night. You weren’t. That is what we’re talking about right now.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“I have made it clear I have told you everything I can about that and you accepted it, so, my dear, I would appreciate it if you’d stop throwing it in my face every time you fuck up.”

Mina’s head shot up and she glared daggers at him, but he just smiled back as he buttoned his jacket and straightened the sleeves.

“You don’t get to ABANDON me, keep secrets from me, and then expect me to trust you with ANYTHING after that! I don’t even know you anymore!”

“Darling-“

“Don’t ‘darling’ me. You only call me those stupid pet names when you’re pissy with me, and you do not get to be angry with me right now.”

He rolled his eyes. “Now you know me so well.”

“Just get out,” she said and looked away from him towards her window, as if their conversation were anywhere near over.

Alastor didn’t move a muscle. He studied her as she sat there in bed. For all her anger, she was shaky and pale. Normally, she would be up out of bed and in his face but she didn’t seem to have that kind of fight in her this morning.

“I said get out!” she yelled.

“What happened to you last night?” he asked.

“Ugh,” she scoffed, “I didn’t know the radio played broken records.”

“Mina,” he warned, and she threw the blankets off her.

“Give me a reason to trust you enough to tell you and maybe . . .” she swayed as she stood up from her side of the bed.

Alastor was in front of her before she could fall, supporting her with one hand on her elbow and the other at the small of her back. He was still very angry with her, but his concern was suddenly at the forefront of his mind.

“Who did this to you?”

Mina took a couple of slow, deep breaths and then shook her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“This is my punishment, then?” he asked, “you’re going to make me watch you suffer and not give me the pleasure of tearing apart the fool who touched you?”

Mina didn’t answer at first. She just sat back on the bed, giving another defeated shake of her head.

“Or is the silent treatment?” he continued, “Giving me a taste of my own medicine?”

“Why are you like this?” she finally asked.

“I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

“First, you’re on top of me, then you’re furious with me, and now you’re playing the protective husband. Wherever you took off to, they must have served Bipolar Disorder on a fucking platter.”

Still seething inside, Alastor smiled wider and laughed a little as he sat down next to her on the edge of the bed.

“You have always driven me to my wits end, my love. But I simply cannot continue berating you with you about to tip over. It takes all the fun out of it.”

He brushed a lock of her long black hair away from her back and trailed his red fingertips across the pattern of leopard spots that he had exposed across her shoulder blade. Mina just continued to silently sulk next to him, unresponsive to his touch now that they were no longer tangled up in the sheets.

This was ridiculous. He realized she wasn’t going to just “get over things” right away, but to be keeping him in the dark about why she was so unwell just out of spite was childish. He was the one acting emotional and unpredictable? She was the one continually accusing him of not caring enough about her but then weaponized his obvious concern for her against him.

He was bound by a deal to secrecy. She was just playing games with him. The last time he had been this pissed off with her, he had set fire to an entire city block in order to scare her. Now, the worst he could bring himself to do was withhold sex from her.

Love really had made him weak.

He gritted his teeth and, grateful for his ever-present smile helping his hide his true feelings, tried another approach. “Will you at least do me the honor of telling me how I can help you return to full health? That way we can both return to our indignations, guilt free?”

She sighed loudly and said, “Honestly? I’m starving.”

“There we go!” he said and stood, “Now, was that so hard? And it just so happens, I have quite the buffet waiting in my room. Are you well enough to get dressed and join me there in a few minutes? That is, if you can tolerate my moodiness for a while longer?”

Mina stood slowly but looked up at him with steady eyes. “Stop it,” she poked him in the chest, “Stop your petty play acting. I get it, okay? You’re mad, but you still care. Just stop being a jackass about it.”

He grabbed her hand and held it to his chest. “Oui, mon amour,” and as he let her hand go and she turned away to collect her day clothes, he followed behind her, smacked her on her ass, and said, “You see, you do know me so well.”

___

Mina had to admit – albeit silently to herself – that the smack on the ass and the deer were both making her feel better.

When Alastor had first introduced her to his specialty Hellish cuisine of rotting deer meat, she had tried to be repulsed. It was one thing to repeatedly torture other souls by eating their spleens in front of them but the idea of eating and actually enjoying a decaying animal carcass made her take pause. But the smell had enticed her and when she finally dared to take a bite off the fork Alastor had held for her, she had fallen in love all over again. Maybe she really was a monster.

So, when he presented her with the dead deer laid bloody and gutted across the small dining table for two in the pocket dimension in his room he had turned into his own personal bayou, she knew he had been saving it for a special occasion. It soothed the icy sting of him turning cold in bed earlier, just enough, to keep her from seething too much during breakfast.

Mina could tell Alastor was still angry beneath his smile and while she didn’t blame him, she wasn’t about to give in. If he had shown up after mysteriously leaving, obviously unwell and refusing to say anything about it, she would be furious and concerned as well. It was similar to the cause of her own anger these past couple weeks. What he was feeling this morning, he had put her through a thousand times over by going missing for years. She had hoped this morning would give him some perspective; that he would cave and tell her even a little more about where he had been, and instead he just acted like a bigger brat than he had been before.

He was being childish, self-absorbed, and temperamental. He was also being caring, observant, and mindful of her delicate state. It was why she could tolerate, at least for now, the secrets he was keeping, if it meant he was staying for good. He was such an asshole and also everything she loved about him, at the same time.

“I’ll make you a deal today . . . no, not that kind of a deal. Obviously,” he rolled his eyes when she had perked up her ears suspiciously. “I just mean, I promise I’ll tell you something if, in return, you tell me what you were up to last night?”

Mina set her fork down. “Can you be more specific about what you’ll tell me?”

Even though this wasn’t one of his “deals,” she still didn’t like the vagueness of his promise.

“There’s a meeting of Overlords happening today. In just a couple of hours, actually. I plan on using it as an opportunity to gather some intel, if you will, and I promise to let you in on everything I learn today if you tell me what you did last night.”

Mina chewed another bite, taking the moment to contemplate his offer.

“You always used to tell me things like that, if I asked.”

“Of course I did. Because you weren’t hiding injuries or illnesses or whatever malady you have gotten yourself into and I didn’t have to make bargains with you in order to find out what was going on in your life.”

She ignored his taunting, not willing to fall into that circular argument again. Not yet anyway.

“I don’t really care what the other Overlords are up to right now. I want to know what you have been up to,” she countered.

“This meeting is about the exterminations. It has everything to do with the hotel and the hotel has more to do with me than I can say. And” he paused for dramatic effect. “I’m not asking for you to tell me the reason behind all of your disappearances as of late. I just want to know what happened last night. Deal?”

Mina was already figuring things out in her head and about to answer when the door slammed open and Vaggie barged in, surrounded by egg bois.

“Alastor!” Vaggie said and then paused, surprised to see Mina in there as well. She made a mental note to remind Alastor that she really wanted to be sharing a room with him again, and as soon as possible. He was her husband, why the fuck shouldn’t she be in his room?

“Do you mind?” Alastor said over a mouthful of meat, “we’re in the middle of breakfast?”

“Pentious’s eggs are all over the place and I need you to get rid of them.”

“Oh well in that case, I’d be delighted to,” he said, standing and approaching Vaggie with a flourish of his cane.

“Mina,” Vaggie said, looking around his shoulder, “make sure he does it humanely, please.”

“I am perfectly capable of accomplishing a task without murder,” Alastor said defensively, then turned and smiled darkly at Mina, “though that’s a lot less fun.”

“He can take care of it himself on his outing today. I’m staying in,” Mina agreed as she walked over to join them in the doorway and that’s when Vaggie really got a good look at her.

“Jesus, you look like shit. What happened?”

“I’m afraid she’s caught one of those Hellish bugs that go around now and then. Best she stays inside for a while and receive all the TLC she can stand, right my love?” Alastor said, making a show of putting an arm around her shoulder and an obnoxiously audible kiss to the crown of her head.

Not that he hadn’t been taking care of her this morning, but she found it really annoying that he felt the need to make a scene about what a loving, and doting husband he was, especially when she was still angry with him, and he with her.

His obviously fake smile at her let her know he was absolutely doing it on purpose.

“Agreed,” Mina said with a nod, making prolonged eye contact with him. His smile spread across his face, understanding she was agreeing to his bargain and not his statement about her being ill.

Vaggie looked at both of them, watching the moment of silent communication between the couple. “Okaaay, good to see you two are fucking weird as ever . . . that looks disgusting,” she said with one final glance at the deer behind them, before walking away.

____

Mina had no intention of staying at the hotel while Alastor went about his day. She was feeling better than she was letting on after their meal together and though she had agreed to his “deal,” she didn’t trust Alastor to be as forthcoming with information as he promised to be. She was planning a few lies of omission herself and she expected the same of him.

After watching him leave the hotel with the eggs in tow, she morphed into her cat form and followed him, keeping at a safe distance and utilizing vertical spaces to blend in once they were in the heart of the city and surrounded by buildings.

The first problem she encountered was when he and Zestial entered the elevator. She felt a bit hopeless as she watched the two Overlords ascending until she noticed the egg at Alastor’s feet. They didn’t seem incredibly bright, and she was confident she could get information out of it if she could just get her hands on it before Alastor disposed of it.

And then she watched Rosie enter the building and felt even more confident she could find out the whole story from her. Rosie may have been closer to Alastor than she was with Mina, but the cannibal had a soft spot for women with lousy husbands and if Mina worked the angle that he was keeping secrets from her, Rosie would take her side immediately.

Mina kept out of eyesight from the eggs that remained outside with her as the meeting went on, although at one point, she was almost distracted into a chase by a scaley mouse sized creature that ran past her as she hid behind the dumpster. As the rodent escaped and ran out into the street, that British cunt Velvette came down the elevator, obviously pouting, followed a minute later by most of the other Overlords. Alastor came down from the elevator a moment after everyone else, though he was without Zestial or the egg that had accompanied him up.

She waited, hidden in the dark and small cramped space, hoping that the eggs in the dumpster above her didn’t give away her location, as Alastor loitered suspiciously outside the building for several minutes.

Mina didn’t keep a watch on her when she was in this form, but it felt like at least 30 minutes before the missing egg came down with the elevator.

“So, what did you hear?” Alastor asked it, bending down to its level like they were co-conspirators.

She listened carefully as the egg described Carmilla admitting she had killed an angel.

That bitch was selling guns to irresponsible Hellhounds and she had found a way to kill angels? Mina would hold onto that information. She was sure Abaddon would like to know all that but since their dismissal of her, she wasn’t going to run to their doors to tell them just yet.

“Interesting,” Alastor said once the egg was done rambling, “Let’s keep this between us, shall we?”

Darkness enveloped the street as Alastor’s more demonic form came forward to threaten the egg into cooperation. It only helped fuel Mina’s sexual frustration with him since that morning. The man was a walking thirst trap for her when he was in full Overlord mode.

“You got it boss!” the egg enthusiastically agreed as Alastor returned to his normal form.

“And Mina, I do believe it’s time you came out from there,” he said, turning and looking right at the spot she was hiding at.

Fuck.

How did he always have the upper hand?

Mina trotted from behind the dumpster, tail held high with a confidence she wasn’t feeling, and then morphed back to her usual form.

Alastor tsked at her. “You should know better than to use shadows to hide from me.”

Mina crossed her arms. “I’m not going to apologize. And I still expect you to hold up your end of the bargain.”

“Well, there’s not much left to tell, is there?” he said, and she allowed him to take her arm as they walked back to the hotel, eggs following closely behind them as he told her what he had seen during the meeting. “Velvette made a ghastly presentation with the head of an exterminator and Carmilla was really weird about it, so I sent one of those pleasant little fellows to spy on them, and you heard the rest . . . I was going to tell you all this, you know. I made a promise. And I’m a bit hurt that you didn’t believe that I would follow through.”

She would not let him make her feel guilty for that.

“Just like you told me about how you knew the exterminations were going to be moved forward by six months before anyone else did?”

Alastor pretended to remain composed, but she noticed the way his eyes darted towards her nervously before looking straight ahead.

“What makes you think I knew that?”

“You can hide your expression from everyone else but as you’ve continuously pointed out this morning, I know you. I saw the look on your face when the announcement came on the T.V.”

“Hmm, very astute observation,” he said and continued walking.

“So, I’m right?”

“Of course you are! And I’m quite relieved. If you could figure that out on your own, you’ll figure out the rest eventually.”

“But you won’t tell me how you know.”

He sighed. “Once again, Mina dearest, I can’t. But this bit of the conversation wasn’t part of our promise. I’ve told you even more than I bargained for, so it’s time you held up your end of things.”

“Okay then,” she said, “last night, I was shot by a Hellhound.”

Alastor stopped walking.

“Pardon?”

Mina chose her next words carefully, having rehearsed them so that they were utterly true but selective.

“I got a call from an old coworker having issues with a Hellhound who was involved in the Earth trafficking business. In hindsight, I know the whole thing was handled stupidly and I shouldn’t have gone, but I was upset and restless last night and it sounded like a good way to blow off some steam. It went badly, I got shot. I was able to heal and I’m perfectly fine now, but I did lose a lot of blood.”

Alastor narrowed his eyes.

“And where is this Hellhound now?” he asked slowly.

“Abaddon found out about it before you did,” she said, fully prepared for Alastor to lose it then and there and when he sucked in a breath, she interrupted him before he could explode, “They’re just as pissed as you are, love. Probably more, actually. As much as you upset me this morning, they really said some things to me last night that I don’t know if I can forgive. And I promise you,” she said with a gentle squeeze to his arm for emphasis, “I’m not working for them.”

Right now.

It was the biggest piece of information she was keeping from Alastor but she was nowhere close enough to being able to trust him with the information that she had started working for Abaddon again once he had gone missing. She was also not about to divulge the fact that she had been shot with an angelic steel bullet that could have very easily killed her permanently. Mina thought of how Ro had fallen from the sky right in front of her and imagined it had been her. She would have been gone from Alastor’s life, as suddenly as he had disappeared from hers, only she would be gone forever. And would he ever have found out what had happened to her? Or would Abaddon keep him in the dark, just out of spite.

Maybe she didn’t want to go back to that job if that was the risk she was taking. Maybe Abaddon really had done her a favor by telling her to take some time to herself.

“Happy now?” she asked Alastor after a moment of silence had passed between them.

“Hardly,” he said, deadpanned. “You expect me to find out someone so much as laid a hand on you, let alone spilled your blood, and do . . . nothing?”

“There’s nothing to be done, love. You see? I wasn’t being spiteful when I wasn’t telling you this morning, I just knew you would get all worked up and have nothing to show for it.”

He took her hand and continued their walk back to the hotel, fuming all the way, his eyes blackened and turned to the shape of dials. His grip on hers wasn’t painful but it was possessively tight. If other demons on the street were running from him before, they were positively scattering now. Even Alastor’s smile couldn’t hide his fury with his antlers so visibly extended. Mina was just thankful his height hadn’t increased with his anger; if his legs got any longer, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep up.

Alastor managed a more calm and pleasant façade when they returned to the hotel in front of Charlie and the other residents, returning to the egg bois to Sir Pentious graciously. Vaggie looked questioningly to Mina who entered through the front doors of the hotel, her hand still clenched in Alastor’s, when she was supposed to be spending the day in her room resting. But if Vaggie had questions for her, she kept them to herself.

They excused themselves and went upstairs, still hand in hand.

When Mina walked through her doorway, she gasped in surprise.

She didn’t know when or how Alastor had managed it, but her room was now the perfect combination of his and hers. Her bed, dresser, and décor, mixed with his desk and the little slice of bayou on the farthest wall.

Before she could verbalize her joy, he grabbed her by the shoulders.

“Let me see,” he demanded.

It took her second to realize what he was asking and when she did, she rolled her eyes.

“You already saw it this morning and didn’t even know it. I told you; I’m all healed now.”

He just stared at her, so she sighed and pulled her sweater and dress strap to the side, exposing the flawless skin of her shoulder and collarbone.

“See? No bullet wound. I’m fine.”

Alastor pulled her into a hug, crushing her to his chest.

Carefully, she put her arms around him as well, and began rubbing gentle circles in his back. She felt his breath against her scalp as he pressed his face between her ears, breathing in the scent of her.

“Al, my love. I’m fine. Really,” she said again in a small voice, suddenly feeling wrecked with the guilt she had been avoiding letting herself feel.

“You don’t understand,” he said, and pulled away. His red eyes were wide and his smile incredibly strained when he looked at her. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, her nose, and then finally, her lips.

“Just talk to me, then,” she pleaded when he pulled away, “Help me understand.”

His black and red clawed hand took hold of her brown and black one and pressed a final kiss to her knuckles.

“You need to rest, I’ve put you through enough for one day,” he said, and turned to leave. From the bathroom she heard the sound of water suddenly running and new he had drawn a bath for her. “Stay here. I’ll be checking in on you, and I’ll know from now on, the second you try and leave.”

He walked towards the bedroom door and Mina was immediately enraged.

“You can’t keep me prisoner!”

He rounded on her, all evidence of his previous fury back in place in his demonic features.

“You’re not my prisoner, you’re my wife!” he shouted, his voice crackling deeply with static. “I told you when I got here that I’m not letting you go this time. So, you will stay put, and keep yourself safe, or you will tell me where you’re going from now on. You can be as angry as you want at me for what I’ve done to you, but I have always had the intention of us being together in the end. You can’t dare say the same to me if you are getting yourself shot at because you’re bored here.”

Mina wasn’t scared of him, but her ears pulled back just the same. This was worse than fear or anger. He was right to be furious with her, and she knew it.

For the first time since his return, she had nothing to say to him. She couldn’t find the words. So, when he turned away and slammed the door behind him, she let him go. She didn’t have it in her to chase after him or apologize for what she’d done. But she did at least do as he had demanded, and after a moment of staring dumbfounded at her bedroom door, she went into the bathroom, took her clothes off, and sank into the hot bath.

She was much more tired than she had realized and closed her eyes as soon as she was submerged, feeling sleep tugging at her subconscious. After a few minutes, she opened them, only to find Alastor’s shadow in the room with her, smiling down from the wall next to the tub.

It was probably there to spy on her, but she didn’t care. She reached her hand out to the wall, and the shadow reached towards her in kind. Shadow and skin connected, and she felt the pleasant coolness of it as the darkness danced along her fingertips; a gentle caress of affection in stark contrast with the sinister smile that always played across its features.

Mina knew it was more than just a part of Alastor. It was a manifestation of the darkest part of him, and she worried sometimes it was even worse than she could imagine. This shadow seemed to have a mind and will of its own at times and had as much influence over Alastor as he had of it. And still, she loved it, almost as much as she loved her husband, and it seemed to hold quite a large amount of affection for her as well.

If the most evil and malicious parts of Alastor’s soul still sought her out and never touched her with anything but a loving caress, then she knew that even in his moments of rage, he still loved her. She held onto that notion as she fell asleep in the bath, her hand still wrapped in darkness.

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