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Chapter 9) Oh Finally

Angel was falling over himself. He cleaned fallout mascara under his eyes and slapped on a fresh lip stain. He frantically searched through his dresser and closet. “Hot? Sexy?? No!!!” He checked his waist in his vanity mirror.

Husk liked the dress…”He won't be fuckin’ impressed by the same outfit!!” Angel hissed at himself. Think. What would he like? Angel held a little dress up to himself and shook his head. Jeans? No. Shorts?? No!!!

“Ugh!”

Angel shrieked at a soft knock at the door. “Oh, fuck, this better not be Charlie!” He opened it fully, startled by Husk's frame.

“Why are you knockin’?” Angel furrowed his brows.

Husk looked surprised. “... It's your room?”

“O-oh!” Angel quickly smoothed his hair down. “I mean…you've been sleepin’ in here all week. Why now?”

“I didn't want to catch you with your socks down,” Husk answered him honestly, adjusting his cane to his other hand.

Angel blushed furiously. “I–what would that matter?”

Husk smiled and walked past him, fingers touching the hem of Angel’s polka dotted dress in appreciation. “I know you well enough to know at least that boundary.” He walked to the gift basket on the floor, digging through it.

Angel felt reinvigorated. He straightened his dress and closed the door. He opened it again and checked into the hall.

“I have something for that,” Husk said, holding up a Do NOT Disturb tag from the pile of gifts. “If you think Charlie can't read, text Vaggie to keep her busy.”

Angel grinned and hung it onto the doorknob, slamming and locking the door.

Husk laughed. “Eager?”

“Husker. I have been waitin’ for this since you were first brought to the hotel. No pressure, but if anyone fuckin’ bothers us, I'm going to build a web and paralyze them.”

“You actually build webs?” Husk asked, unwrapping a package, sitting back on his haunches to read the bottle of lube. “I've never tried warming jelly.” He rubbed his face against the box with both cheeks before setting it aside.

Angel walked over and sat down beside him. “I can't believe I never noticed how many ‘kittenisms’ you had. I'm goin’ nuts over it.”

“You’re attracted to cats, then?”

“Eh, I just like a good furry,” Angel said, tearing wrapping paper off another box to reveal a 9 speed vibrator. He grinned wildly and held it out, giggling as Husk rubbed his face against it, too. “But it's just..it feels like you kept this all a secret from everyone.”

Husk considered as he took the paper, crumpling it into a ball. He bounced it in his own palms. “I feel free…Maybe I used to be more like this before Alastor owned my soul…maybe it's the amount of time I've been down here.”

“Maybe I make you comfortable?” Angel asked hopefully, and was met with a loving smile.

“More or less,” Husker told him. “I'm not quite ready to play with anal beads…or whatever a sounding device is??” Still, he rubbed his cheek on both packages, marking them as his.

“Are you super experienced with gay sex?” Angel asked outright.

“Somewhat. I know there's prep work. I know it feels pretty good when it hits right–mmf!” Husk grunted as Angel grabbed his shoulders.

Angel’s breath was shaky. “YOU'VE BOTTOMED?!”

“Um…and topped?” Husk said, suddenly less sure about divulging those details.

“Husker, I'm gonna put things inside you,” Angel shook him a little, making him mrrow!

Husk blushed. “I haven't done that since the fifties!!” He wriggled out of Angel’s grasp.

“We don't have to do it today!” Angel hurriedly backtracked. “Cuz I want you to fuck me…we can play with the rest of this later…”

Husk grabbed the vibrator and hopped onto the bed. The simple act of him opening the box made Angel feel weak.

“Yea…good choice,” Angel said tightly. He willed his legs to move and climbed onto the bed. “How do you wanna…”

“You're awfully bashful for a porn star, Angel,” Husk reached out and took his hand. “Don't worry, I'll go slow.”

“I think that's what I'm afraid of,” Angel laughed breathlessly. “You're just sittin’ there, and I'm already so wet.”

“I've been meaning to ask about that…but I have a feeling I'll find out,” Husk's voice was low and playful. “Lie down.”

Angel flopped right down, using his hands to push the voluminous skirt of his dress to the bed. “Anythin' you want,” he told him.

“Now, none of that,” Husk purred, crawling over him. He laid their chests together, looking directly into his eyes. “What do you want?”

“I want you to ruin me,” Angel said messily, having to swallow back extra saliva.

“Could you be more specific?”

Angel whimpered, rubbing his legs together. “I just need you to touch me! Anywhere!!” He gasped as Husk responded by unbuttoning the top of his dress. “No, no, that's not enough!”

“Patience,” Husk purred, kissing him as he was exposed. “I want you properly worked up.”

“I PROMISE I AM WORKED UP,” Angel exclaimed, hating and loving how Husk laughed at him. “You're a fuckin' sadist!!!”

“Mommy,” Husk said, and Angel quieted right down. He smirked down at the spider. “I want you to feel good.”

“I feel good,” Angel breathed heavily.

Husk's bit at his neck, sharp teeth barely grazing his skin beneath the fur.

“Really good,” Angel praised. Husk rewarded him with hands working the top of his dress down to his waist. “Oh!!” He shivered and arched as those same hands worked back up. “But it's kinda torture!”

Husk laughed low and squeezed his sides.

“Husk, Whiskers, Lil Guy, I'll fuckin' do anythin' for you to do somethin’!!”

“This isn't something?” Husk nipped his throat, feeling Angel cry out against his mouth.

“Please, please, please, please,” Angel begged, all four arms gripping the sheets.

“I'm getting the feeling you want something.”

“Husker!!!” Angel kicked at the bed in protest.

Husk sat up, lifting his hands in defeat. “Alright, alright!” He grinned toothily and tugged the dress down Angel’s legs. His own insides flipped and he struggled to hold himself together.

Simply, Husk said, “Silk.”

Angel pushed himself up on his elbows. Finally, he thought, a moment of power. “You like Mommy’s panties?”

Husk opened his mouth to speak, then closed it dumbly. He nodded meekly at first, then more aggressively as he looked up at Angel’s face.

“Go ahead,” Angel encouraged, opening his legs. “Oh for fuck’s sake!!” He shouted in frustration when Husk turned his face, biting his inner thigh instead.

Husk squeezed his other leg. “Can't you see I'm savoring this?”

And that made Angel moan when Husk bit down again.

“You really want me?” Angel asked. “You're takin' so long!”

“I want you so badly,” Husk said, voice low and lusty. “I want to remember this for a long, long time.”

Angel decided to look Husk over, suddenly determined to do the same. “The insides of your ears are all red…I'm doin’ it for you??”

“Angel,” Husk looked at him seriously, “you've been ‘doin’ it for me’ for a long time.”

That made Angel feel floaty. He fanned himself a little. Husk's pupils were blown bigger than he'd ever seen them…he was breathin’ hard…he was very obviously hard.

“Okay, I believe you,” Angel wheezed.

Husk groaned and laughed pitifully. “How is it so hard to understand that?”

“You've never watched my pornos!”

“Because I'd rather have the real you,” Husk said, having clearly waited for that explanation. “You've got it all, Angel,” he praised, knowing what Angel needed to hear, “you've got the sense of humor, the smarts, the laugh, the moxxie…”

“...none of those are about how hot I am,” Angel whispered.

“Yes they are,” Husk assured. “But if it makes you feel better, you've got nice legs.”

Angel thought he might cry, but instead he agreed, “I do got the legs.”

Husk hummed and nibbled under his knee. He grunted as Angel kicked him with a squealing laugh. “Ticklish! Got it!!”

“Fuck, Husker, my pornos are full of valuable information!” Angel laid back into the pillows with a huff. Regardless, Husk’s laugh was becoming music to his ears. “I've never had this much fun gettin’ tormented.”

“So would you say I'm ‘ruining’ you enough?”

Angel shook his head, “Not enough!”

Husk crawled higher between his legs, turning his gaze back to the panties. “You're ruining me,” he told him, leaning down to press his nose into the fabric.

Angel held his breath, feeling dizzy!

Husk pulled back slightly, clearly confused.

“It's inside!!” Angel said quickly.

“What???”

“Husk, I swear to God, we're gonna watch one of my pornos together!”

Husk pulled the panties aside. “It's in a pussy??”

“No, it's in a slit. I mean, you can absolutely fit a dick into there if you pull it out.”

Husk considered as he stared. “What if I don't?”

“Huh?” Angel asked.

“What if I don't pull it out.”

Angel panicked a little. “Do you not like dicks??”

“No, no, I do!” Husk assured. “But what if I leave it in?”

Angel fell back again, “I didn't realize how kinky you were!!!”

“Would it hurt you?” Husk asked carefully.

Angel answered quickly, “No! Do it!! All you want!!!”

Husk leaned down, curiously nosing his slit. He dared to drag his tongue over the lips, surprised by the tanginess seeping out between them. This must be what Angel meant by wet. He dragged his tongue a second time, looking up to watch Angel’s reaction.

Angel cried out excitedly, closing his eyes as he arched his back. “Oh, finally,” he said in relief. He pressed against Husk's mouth, letting out a squeak and a giggle when his hips were pushed back down.

“Oh!” Angel gasped in surprise as Husk dipped his tongue inside of him. It dragged against the underside of his cock, making him squirm. “This is perfect, you're so perfect!”

Husk hummed happily, ears tilting back in relaxation as he ate out the beautiful creature beneath him. He pulled back when Angel was a noisy, wordless mess.

“Are you ready?” Husk asked, sitting back on his knees as he unzipped his pants. He climbed over Angel, “I can stop.”

“Don't you dare stop…I don't care if I'm never ready for this, I want you so bad, Husker.” He leaned up, kissing the smaller man. He almost felt embarrassed, tasting himself in Husk's mouth, but it turned him on so much it didn't matter.

Husk broke their kiss, panting as he adjusted back down Angel’s body.

Angel thought he might actually ascend to heaven when Husk finally pushed into him. The texture was dizzying. How had he never encountered spines before?! He didn't delve into the thoughts further, refusing to think of Valentino…beyond that one thought anyway.

Angel thought he heard something? “Wha…?”

“Does this feel good?” Husk repeated, slowly rocking his hips.

“Uhuhhh,” Angel answered, moving with him. “It's so rough.”

“Too rough?”

“No–go faster,” Angel told him, grateful that Husk actually listened this time. “Husk, fuck, Husk, that feels really good!” The way Husk's cock dragged against his own was enough to make him cry. He guessed he actually was when Husker licked at his face.

“I wanna cum,” Angel wept, “I'm goin’ crazy!”

Husk adjusted their bodies again, pulling Angel’s legs over his shoulders. Wordlessly, he started fucking him in earnest.

Angel forced himself to keep his eyes open, watching Husk’s parted lips. His brows were knit together. His ears laid back and his tail relaxed into the bed.

“Mommy,” Husk breathed, and it was enough to send Angel over the edge. He came, making a mess inside of himself.

“You too,” Angel pleaded, “inside of me.”

Husk obliged, pressing his face into Angel’s stomach and biting down as he climaxed. It was enough for Angel to see stars.

Husk let Angel’s legs fall to either side of him. He pulled out slowly, shuddering as Angel moaned with the action.

Angel tugged Husk to lie on his chest, relishing in the weight of his small frame.

“Oh,” Husk made a small, frustrated sound.

“What? What is it?!” Angel asked hurriedly.

“I forgot the vibrator,” Husk complained through his slowing breaths.

Angel giggled loudly, wrapping four arms around Husk. “Oh!” He peppered his face and ears with kisses. “I think I'll survive.”

Husk tilted his head back and kissed him softly. “Mm, another time.”

“Another time,” Angel agreed. “You gonna sleep again, Lil Guy?”

“Mmm, I'm awake,” Husk

said, clearly lying.

“I love how lazy you are,” Angel grinned, petting him slowly.

“Mm.” Husk purred.

“You're everythin’ to me,” Angel said and kissed between his ears. He grabbed his phone and took a photo of them lying together.

#SMUT #fanfic #til death do us part #huskerdust #mymart #hazbin hotel #husker #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #husk #hazbin husk #lilguyhusk #mommyangel

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permanentreverie · 8 months

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Would like to respectfully throw my uterus into the sun

#in my 8 years of having my period. I have been on time maybe. twice?#AND TODAY I HAVE TO BE ON TIME!?#I HAVE A FUCKING CONCERT TO GO TO 😭😭#like instead of vibing in the shower this morning I was almost crying thinking about how I don't have any friends #and I've never been anyone's first choice #et cetera et cetera #and I've actually got anxiety cause I'm looking forward to the concert I love the artist #but I'm going with my brother which. I don't know if we have a good relationship or not #I'm just on guard around him ever since he said I was a bad person and treat everyone horribly a few weeks ago #which made me feel v suicidal 🙃🙃#also I'm trying to get over this fact but I ordered a shirt from etsy #to wear to this concert #in MAY #and it hasn't arrived #so I requested a refund ofc #and I have a different outfit I can wear I was just. really looking forward to wearing this shirt #trying to not cry over that because in reality it's NOT that big of a deal but it feels like a big deal to me #also I don't have all the lyrics to the set memorized? which im nervous of actually?#idk guys im just. im so not fucking feeling great rn which sucks cause todays supposed to be a good day

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lunarharp · 11 months

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into the deep end - 30k T orufrey fic, focusing on memory trauma, disability, and romance.

the sweet oblivion of the victim, the poisoned freedom of the other.

for one moment - it had felt like two parts returned - the needed reunion of two disparate halves. no more secrets, no more pain.

the moment you get to give back what you never wanted to take. that moment, under the night-blooming flowers, when they had both let out the same single broken sigh of relief.

but they were never whole to begin with, were they?

qifrey swore he wouldn't say 'sorry' to this man any more if he could help it - sorry is cheap now. he didn't want to be in a position ever again where you only have 'sorry' left. so he just looks down into the threads of his blanket, strains his eye until it hurts, feeling his insides - his throat, heart and head - burn with pain. he expects more, but olly says nothing.

olly says nothing.

#witch hat tag #orufrey #sorry i wanted to make a new post for my fic since the first illustration is new.#*stands in the middle of a desolate field in the pouring rain* Please Read My Tale...Blease..Oh god please..*collapses to the ground*#someone asked if there's spoilers in it. Um...yes. Sorry...it's about everything #maybe i should describe it more? it's about qifrey becoming more and more disabled - as i feel is his canon trajectory #and both of them processing the choices that have been made. it was necessary for me to explore this in order to fully understand orufrey #and for them to have the cathartic conclusion-that's why this is important to me for my witch hat fanwork making life. this connects it all #and having dived into qifrey's mind and lived through oru's feelings i was able to get to a place that is possible for them.#the hit/kudos ratio is so pathetic idek what happened. ppl opening it realising its long and saving it for later or just bailing lmfao #idek any more i hate advertising my writing i hate trying to get more ppl to read my long fics it's so hard 🥲#i'm so much prouder of this than my art...i was able to sink deeply into the orufrey feelings i had always wanted to fully explore #so. it's there lol.........i reread the date/kiss segment today after trying to forget about it thinking maybe the fic is just BAD lol #and like.....nope! i like it very much and this is what i was trying to get across. and it's always there to be read by anyone who wants to #and i will always remember the bliss i felt while writing when i was just lost in their world and living as them. dear GOD i love them.#i'm grateful to myself that i put in the work and love to make this so that i can always come back to it. i wanna illustrate scenes properly #but i'm never satisfied with drawing things i've written because i just can't capture the vivid experience in my mind. maybe one day.

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hopelessromanticcs · 3 months

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the way mickey cares about ian is the way i wish a man would care about me

#ian gallagher kinnie #the way that ian is mickeys first choice over anyone makes my heart hurt #i've never been anyone's first choice #gallavich #ian gallagher #shameless #mickey milkovich

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chrisbangs · 11 months

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ok well 🥱 update ... i said yes to this guy that asked me out... zzz

#🫡#li updates that no one cares abt but 🫂#honestly i don't feel worried like even if he hates me and drops me off in the middle of nowhere #it won't be the worst experience i've ever had #🥱 whatever ...#i'm not that worried #he's a friend of a friend so i loosely know him... zzz 😴#he's cute 😭 HWBWKSNSKSMSMD #i never really talked much with him but #he told me he's been really wanting to ask me out #and i laughed when he said that and then he went 'yes yes i know i'm not your first choice but-'#and i was like 'no well i'm not laughing abt that i just think it's BIZARRE that anyone would like me but yeah shoot your shot dude'#and he seems funny and nice so idk #but i'm always famously the WORST judge in character so who knows #if i end up heartbroken it will not be news but 😁 it'll make for good comedy i'm the funniest when i'm emotionally broken #ANYWAY!!!!!#i hope he's nice LOL 😭 bare minimum but... i don't know how much of a mean guy i can take rn #normally i'll be ok but.. i'm feeling super sensitive abt a lot of stuff recently so 😭 i think it'll be bad if he's not nice JSNSKSNDKDMDKD #li.txt #dl #edit: i did kick my feet a lil when he told me he's been wanting to ask me out for a while now lol .......... embarrassing asf and like #yeah whatever i don't need validation from other ppl but ... going from everything that happened to me last year with . the capricorn dude #who like basically fucked me and told me he didn't give a fuck abt me... to being told i am someone who this person is nervous to ask out #and really wanted to do so but felt too shy to do it ???? idk made me feel like a human person after everything that happened with the cap..#kinda sucks but.. my self confidence is 👎 nonexistent rn so ...#i'm kinda 😭🫶 i'll take what i can get LMAO...

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sovietvdova · 2 years

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nat ... isn’t comfortable with the idea of being considered the hero and in this essay, I will argue ...

#no for real it's something i've quickly learned while reading 2014 series and just general headcanons and things that nat doesn't fit into #a trope in fact she's an outsider all her life on both sides she's been an outside and idk yet if that because general mistrust follows her #or that fact she is first and foremost her own woman #in 2014 she says she's a killer not a murder but she'll kill for a purpose #which is quiet opposite of the hero the mcu paint her out to be and she doesn't feel guilt #she doesn't fit into that i feel guilty for killing people and now must atone no she never felt guilt towards killing anyone or #and certainly didn't lose sleep over torturing anyone because yknow why?? because she chose to do it #it was her choice that she made as her own woman to kill but it was also her own choice to join the avengers #shes a multifaceted complex character and that is why she doesn't fit into any trope #idk i think i need to get my thoughts out about this #but yeah maybe this is a headcanon idk #headcanon tag tbd.#' 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚜𝚜 ' // OOC.

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nebulousboundsofthisworld · 2 years

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#tw vent/rant in the tags #I just need to use this as a void to scream into for a sec #don't mind me #anyways #I'm really fucking tired of never being enough for anyone #I'm no one's best friend #I'm never the first choice #I'm always the one stepping aside so others can be happy #my roommate is one of the most important people in my life right now and I'm pretty sure I'm not even in her top 3 #a really good friend of mine has many more friends she would always call before talking to me #my sister doesn't really talk to me cause she already talked about everything with her friends #my mom's top priority is my sister and that's fine because she isn't doing well but sometimes I also need to talk with her #a friend that really deeply mattered to me never even thought about how much they meant to me #the last week I've been talking with a guy and I thought it was going well but apparently not cause now he didn't text me back for 3 days #and I know this might seem melodramatic #but I'm just fucking sick of this #people think that Id rather be by myself #when in reality Im trying my fucking best to connect with people and it just never ever seems to be enough #I'm so tired #I don't want to be alone anymore and realistically I know I'm not completely alone #but ist it really too much to ask that I would like to feel important sometimes?#fuck #sorry #Tumblr is an awful diary but whatever it's not like I could really tell someone this #anyways 😜✌️#just having a little hot guy breakdown #I need to get up in 5 hours and I can't sleep

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maddy-ferguson · 7 hours

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People really need to read up more on surrogacy, I'm pretty sure those in favor of it just think "Well if the woman wants to do it why not" but there is so much more to it :/ It's extremely exploitative in most cases, not to mention that wombs and babies shouldn't be seen as products to be bought.

exactly thank you...so many different angles to choose from too like commodification of the human body commodification of women's bodied specifically exploitation of poorer women...like TO ME it's liberalism on an insane level

#like any one of these can be developed enough to argue against it #altruistic surrogacy is like well personally i still think that's crazy (but that's probably because i don't wanna be pregnant ever lmao)#but without the money it's different #even though obviously you can say money makes it better but like. idk does it. but like i don't care as much ig #all of this applies to other topics that are like debated in the same way (where you can argue commodification of the human body+of #women's bodies+exploitation of poorer women amongst other things and they can say it's their choice so you shouldn't be against it)#and on other topics even though at the end of the day i feel the same way i've gone back and #forth on it more than i have for surrogacy. like none of the arguments sound convincing to me like at all #and i don't see myself changing my mind anytime soon? like i Have tried i've thought about it but this is where i always end up #in french law it's prohibited because of the first thing you can't sell your organs so you can't rent them for nine months either and #like idk sounds sensible to me! i studied law for three years maybe it's my law student baggage (it's not)#people are debating it again rn and a leftist politician basically said what i said commodification of women's bodies + exploitation of #poorer women and some of the qrts of the video were like wow i don't like [his party] they're so behind on lgbt issues...excuse me what #like we're literally talking about women straight couples gay couples irdgaf i'm against it for everyone and some people are trying so hard #to make it sound like anyone that's anti-surrogacy is homophobic when like yeah obviously to the far-right (and others) it's an excuse to #be homophobic but there's another part of the population you're not considering it's literally been a feminist debate for a long time💀#the law for it in ukraine is very liberal and when russia invaded people were like nooo i have a woman who needs to give birth to my baby #there like oh my god. the exploitation of women from other countries too like it's crazy. (also applies to regular adoption in foreign #countries obviously which is why some countries were like stop. for both adoption and surrogacy for foreigners)#and i say this but it could all be like women with the same kind of money hiring each other and i would still feel the same way because #it's like the principle like i feel strongly enough about the first two. but also there's never gonna be a world where it's just that #(i'm sure tons of couples hire women that wouldn't be like on the street without surrogacy) because it's also a class thing. including the #women in other countries in that #ask

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moodyvamp · 7 months

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uh oh vent in the tags

#i didn't even want to say this to anyone because there is so much pain in the world right now and i feel like my problems are #insignificant compared to what people in other parts of the world are experiencing #but also if i keep this in any longer i'll die probably so here we go #i am constantly craving to be treated gently and with genuine care but at this point i don't know if i deserve it or not #i feel like a weird mix of all the worst things a person can be #too soft but also a complete asshole #selfish but also not valuing myself at all #a coward but also too impulsive #and i've been feeling like this for what. 7 years #throughout my life i've never been anyone's first choice. when i was younger it didn't get to me but it does now #because i know that every friend and family member i have loves me conditionally #this friend loves me if i don't talk about this thing. that family member loves me if i don't share this part of myself with them. etc #i'm tired of cutting corners. i just want someone to hug me and dry my tears and kiss my forehead #and love me despite the parts of myself i view as unlovable #but maybe they're right and there is a genuine reason not to love me and i'll never know because i'm too afraid to ask #when i was 14 i thought these feelings would go away as i got older but i don't see that happening any time soon

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earthtooz · 1 month

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jealous ratio bc i wont him, inspired by the simulated universe occurrence, banter about marriage hehe

"Dr. No. 5 asked me to be his research partner today," you mumble half-heartedly to Veritas. It was an ordinary night, you're curled into his side with your phone in hand, watching the latest series you've been invested in whilst he occupies his mind with a book, held by one hand whilst his other is wrapped around you.

However, when he registers your confession, he tenses, slightly scrunching the pages of his book as the arm around you stiffens, muscles contracting.

"And what did you say?" He asks, feigning collectedness.

"I agreed."

His book slams shut and he shoots upward to a sitting position, baffled by the nonchalance of your tone. How cruel, you have betrayed him in the most despicable of ways, do you not care? Agreeing to be someone else's research partner is akin to that of spitting on his heart and stomping it flat, have you no respect for the laws of academic loyalty (there is no such thing), or is he the only one in your relationship devoted to it?

An idiot. You will be working with an idiot and you somehow see no flaw in that, where is your integrity as his lover?

"What does that fool have that I don't?" He all but cries, yanking your phone from your hands and setting it on his bedside table.

"What are you blabbering about?" You ask, looking up at him with inquisitive eyes, confusion shining in your irises.

"I'm supposed to be your only research partner, I cannot believe that you've gone and betrayed me like this."

"Pray tell, Veritas, how is this a 'betrayal'?"

"I would never choose to be anyone's research partner if I'm not yours, but today I've discovered that my devotion is not only unreciprocated, but unappreciated! How unfathomable."

The purple-haired turns his muscular back to you, giving you the cold shoulder. Slowly you sit up and lean on his toned body, hand resting on his deltoid and you can already see the way he tries to fight the effects of your touch. "Dear, you wouldn't be anyone else's research partner because you think majority of people are 'idiots' and aren't worthwhile academics to invest time into."

"Precisely why I cannot believe that you have agreed to work with No. 5, who is undeniably, irrefutably, and undoubtedly, a simpleton!"

You bite your tongue when it threatens to spill that you think No. 5 is not as bad as Veritas assumes, but that would outrage the scholar even more and you do not want to spend the better half of your day purposefully ruining it.

"The pay was good," you reason, daring to place a kiss to his neck. "But you are still superior in my heart, Veritas. Do not fret, if I am to seek a research partner, you would be my first and only choice."

"How long will your project span for?" He asks begrudgingly.

"6 months of research, writing, and editing. After that, I am not too involved with the publishing process."

"Oh how it stains me picturing your name beside another imbecile's."

You sigh, sitting up straighter to wrap both arms around his neck. "Your name could be beside mine permanently if you got down to one knee and presented me a ring, but alas, perhaps I shall be waiting another few research papers for that to happen."

You can't see the fond smile on his face, but you yelp when he turns around suddenly to push you against the comfort of your mattress, his lips claiming yours.

#i think abt him day and night #earthtooz: honkai star rail #dr ratio x reader #veritas ratio x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #ratio x reader #dr ratio fluff

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mclqren · 1 month

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LADY KILLER ★ LN4

PAIRING ✦ lando norris x fem!influencer!reader SUMMARY ✦ you're a famous influencer, and you manage to catch the eye of a certain formula one driver. [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

NOTES ✦ my first smau! the fc i've used is maria isabel, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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buckyalpine · 5 months

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you know what I live for? Misunderstandings. Angst. Fluff.

You bit your lip hearing Bucky's conversation with his two closest friends, the three men sitting together in the living room. It clearly wasn't a conversation for anyone else's ears but you couldn't move from the spot you were glued to.

“I-I think I should tell y/n” Bucky sighed, pacing up and down the living room while Sam and Steve were silently judging the super soldier.

"Seriously? This little affair still going on?" Sam shook his head while Bucky gave him a small nod.

“I really like her” He whispered, fiddling with his fingers.

“Well you got tell her, no point keeping it to yourself at this point, she deserves to know. It's been going on for long enough Buck” Steve gave Bucky a pointed look.

“She makes me feel safe. It’s different. I love y/n, but-" Bucky flopped onto the couch, staring up a the ridiculously high ceiling.

“But?”

“This-this is different. I-I think I love her-”

“Do you hear yourself right now” Sam said incredulously, not feeling an ounce of sympathy for him, "You brought this on yourself so deal with it"

“I know” Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just-you should see the way she looks at me, her eyes, I didn't mean for it to get this far-

"Save it. Tell y/n" Steve stated, not willing for any of this to go on any longer. This wasn't the first time his bestfriend brought up this topic and he was certain it wouldn't be the last unless Bucky came clean.

You hadn't even realized you'd started crying until you struggled to choke back a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth and running off to your room instead. Bucky frowned at the soft sniffle he thought he heard, craning his neck to see an empty hallway.

"Did you hear that?" He turned to Steve who shared the same look of concern. "Fuck, do you think that was y/n?" His heart raced further, desperately wanting to run over to you, looking at the clock and realizing it was also time for him to see her. As much as he loved you, he had to go to her first.

He didn't have a choice.

A soft knock at the door pulled you from your misery, your boyfriends pleading voice muffled on the other side.

"Baby?" Bucky knocked again, desperately hoping you'd let him in and give him a chance to explain himself. He never intended for any of this to happen. He finally decided to let himself in, opening the door, his heart dropping seeing your sad, pouty face, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. He knew you'd overheard him so there was no point in hiding anything anymore.

"This isn't how I wanted you to find out" Bucky spoke softly, shuffling at the door, guilt plastered all over his face. He closed the door behind him before walking over to the bed and sitting beside you. Before you could say anything, he shifted closer to you, nervously biting his lip.

"Her name is Alpine" Tucked into the crook of his arm was a tiny white kitten no more than a few weeks old, happily cuddled into the warmth of his chest. She looked up at him with bright blue eyes, blinking slowly while he cooed, seeing she was up from her nap.

"This is who you were talking to Sam and Steve about?" You asked nervously while Bucky sheepishly nodded, giving you an apologetic smile for his dramatics.

"I've been taking care of her. I know we're not allowed to have pets but I couldn't just leave her there in the cold" Bucky whispered, petting her small head with his finger while she batted at his tags. You giggled at how soft your boyfriend was for the tiny kitten, the furbaby having him wrapped around her little paws.

"I found her while I was out on a run, she was by one of the bushes. I don't think her mom came back for her, she was alone. She was so tiny, she would've died" Bucky felt his throat tighten, remembering the day he'd heard her cries from the garden, her tiny form fitting into the palm of his hand. She'd been days old, waiting for someone to find her.

"I've been feeding her every couple hours, got a box set up by the bush with some blankets but she can't stay there forever. Steve caught me checking on her a few days ago" Bucky looked at you with puppy eyes, hoping you'd understand what he was asking.

"Is this where you've been running off to?" You shook your head while he smiled down at the kitten, proud of how much she'd grown.

"Can we keep her? I don't to put her in a shelter, she'll be scared and she just got comfortable letting me hold her, I don't want her to feel abandoned-"

"We'll keep her. Let's talk to Tony tomorrow" You hushed your boyfriends nervous rambling with a soft kiss to his sweet lips, rubbing your thumb along his jaw.

"Really?" His eyes lit up, bright and blue, matching the baby that stole his heart.

"Really, you big softie" You teased, loving your teddybear of a boyfriend.

"I'm sorry I worried you" Bucky whispered, pulling you to sit in his lap, his two favorite girls cuddling into him.

"He finally came clean" Sam snorted, seeing you and Bucky sprawled on the floor, surrounded by a bunch of cat toys, with a blur of white fur jumping between the two of you. "How'd you convince Stark"

"Didn't take much to be honest" you giggled; Tony tried to put up a stoic front, melted instantly as soon as Alpine crawled up his leg, purring into the crook of his neck. "He bought her a heated cat bed and automatic food dispenser"

Alpine stretched across the warm giant couch, curling up under a patch of sun while Bucky looked at her with hearteyes.

"I have competition with a cat" You playfully frowned while Bucky shook his head, scooping you into his arms immediately.

"Never babydoll, you're my everything"

I thought I overheard you saying she's different" You nudged him while he tried to defend himself again, only to fail miserably.

"He's lying y/n, he talked about her eyes and the way she looks at him" Sam chimed in, while Bucky hid himself into the crook of your neck. "And how he thinks he loves her"

"Shut up Sam"

"Such a softie"

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cryptidghostgirl · 2 months

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The Guilt (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader)

Description: Y/n was the one person he never meant to kill, but Alastor didn't have a choice. Years later, much to his surprise, they run into one another in the depths of Pentagram City.

Warnings: Murder, cannibalism mentioned in a metaphoric sense. Un-detailed descriptions of rotting bodies.

Word Count: 2,701

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A/N I promise I will get to the rest of the requests soon, I just wanted to write something that has been stuck in my head for a hot minute since I've like only been doing requests the past couple days. I think the only ones I have left are ones that have been sent in since February 15th so I hope that is okay.

Alastor recognized her the minute he first saw her. It had been a year since his arrival in Hell and he was already making waves. Demons avoided him on the streets, shot him fearful glances over their shoulders. He enjoyed the privacy it afforded him, the padding of air around him.

He didn't pay the others mind, focused on his own goals and patterns of being. Friends, relationships, they were far from his top priority but still, Alastor recognized her the minute he first saw her.

In his years of blood soaked escapades in the world of the living, he had wreaked havoc on the world. In all those years, he had only ever made two mistakes. The first had been getting caught, getting killed by that hunter. The second? Had been killing that girl.

He hadn't had a choice. Normally, Alastor chose his victims carefully following a specific criteria. She had been an accident. He had gotten careless one night, cocky even in his streak of successes. Alastor had been transfixed, carving a man's intestines from the cavity of his stomach. The girl had had wide eyes, her mouth open. She had trembled.

Their eyes had met across the darkened street. She had clutched at her coat, pulling it tighter. She hadn't even tried to run.

Alastor never learned her name, avoided all reports on her disappearance and death like the plague. She haunted him. He saw her around corners, when he shut his eyes at night like a vengeful spirit. Always just staring at him with those big, knowing eyes. He didn't need more reminders, more facets of feeling, than he already had.

Alastor had recognized her the minute he first laid eyes on her in Hell. It had taken him a moment to realize she was real, she still looked so deeply human after all. He had never expected her to be here. He had never expected to see her again.

When he opened his eyes and she was still there, sitting placidly at the cafe table, it was like some uncontrollable force pulled him to her. He pulled out the spare chair, falling lazily into it. She looked up at the noise of metal against concrete, curiosity painting her features as she lowered her book onto the table.

"Hello?" she said after a moment, though it was more of a question than a greeting.

Alastor had never heard her voice before except for when she had screamed. It was melodious, it was soft and sweet. His smile grew.

"Yes, hello indeed."

She stared at him with those eyes, those same eyes that had haunted him for years.

"My apologies but, who are you? Do I know you?"

He was unable to keep the surprise from his features. It had been a long time since anyone had asked him something like that, he couldn't tell if she was joking. But then there were those wide eyes, earnest in their honesty.

"No, my apologies. I did not introduce myself. My name is Alastor, quite the pleasure to meet you. Quiet the pleasure."

He grabbed her hand from where it lay daintily across her open book, shaking it in his own.

"Oh!" Y/n lightly exclaimed in response to the action, "Oh, well, Alastor, I am Y/n. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well."

The contact broke and Alastor leaned his elbows on the table, resting his chin in his hands.

"Forgive me for saying this but, you seem a bit unsuited for all this mess. Prim and proper. What landed you here?"

"Is that why you've come to join me?"

Alastor nodded after a second's thought. It was an easy cover up for his true motives. Y/n seemed to have no idea who he was after all and to be perfectly honest, even Alastor himself was struggling to understand his motivations. Guilt wasn't an emotion he was familiar with. It was confusing, writhed in the pit of his stomach like a snake.

"Well, thats a rather personal question to ask someone right off the bat, isn't it?"

"I suppose you're right. How about this one then, what are you reading?"

After that day at the cafe, Alastor followed Y/n like a hurt puppy. He didn't rightly know why. It was a compulsion of a sort, he couldn't stop it. She was disinterested by radio, by the newfangled video boxes popping up. She knew nothing of his reputation, she just thought he was a friend. A fairly determined friend, but a friend none the less.

Alastor didn't understand it. He was a man obsessed, not with Y/n per say but with the opportunity she offered. She smelled like making good on past wrongs. That wasn't something Alastor had ever been interested in before. Y/n was the exception. She was always the exception, he supposed.

It wasn't long before their little lunches, their random rendezvous in the streets, carefully orchestrated by Alastor of course, not that she knew, became something more. Spending time with her calmed the raging sea of uncertainty in his gut. Being kind to her felt like salvation.

Alastor had never been concerned with that before, but it was such an intoxicating thing to hear her words of thanks, of praise. To witness her smiles and her apparently unending kindness. They would spend hours pouring over one another's collections of books. They would spend hours in deep philosophic discussion. It was Y/n who first brought up their previous lives.

"Do you ever miss it?" she had asked when they had been making lunch together one day in her apartment.

Alastor's hand had stilled, his knife halfway through the cut of veal he had been handeling.

"Miss what, my dear?"

"Life."

He began to move the knife again, letting out a slight hum of thought.

"Not particularly. I take it you do?"

Y/n leaned over the pot, checking to see if the water was boiling yet for the potatoes. It wasn't and so she turned to him, leaning up against the counter.

"Sometimes." she admitted.

Alastor turned to her as well. The apron over her dress was stained with jam from the times they had baked together just a few days before. Y/n hair was tied up and away from her face. He felt his heart stutter in his chest.

That had been happening a lot lately when he looked at her. Alastor figured it was a progression of guilt, a giving away of it. He figured spending time with Y/n was helping it go away.

It wasn't like it was a burden for him. They actually had a surprising amount in common.

"What do you miss?"

"My mom."

And there it was again, the cannibalistic sickness eating away at his brain.

"Were you two close?"

Y/n nodded, turning her gaze to the window.

"Yeah. She... I didn't have a big family. Or a lot of friends growing up. I was shy, painfully shy. She was... she was all I had. And now she's alone up there."

"What landed you down here?"

Y/n looked back to Alastor, smirking.

"Back to this are we? Only took what, six months?"

"We're friends now, aren't we?"

"Alastor..."

"Shoot me, I'm curious."

Y/n laughed lightly.

"Okay, I tell you, you tell me. Deal?"

Alastor thought it over for a moment. He could always lie to her, make up some story or another but, she was bound to find out eventually. More than anything, he wanted to keep her from connecting the pieces. Y/n figuring things out felt dangerous, it pained him to think about how she would react.

"Deal."

"Okay, um," Y/n looked away again, her hands fiddling with the frilled edge of her apron, "I don't really like to talk about it. It's kind of embarrassing."

"You made a deal."

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

"So spill."

Y/n smiled lightly, meeting Alastor's eyes for a second.

"Well, I was kind of... maybe... sort of... a thief?"

"Really?"

Alastor hadn't expected that. He wasn't quite sure what he had expected to be honest but, it wasn't that.

"Yeah. Times were... tough growing up. Single mom with a kid in the early 1900s? Not everyone was a fan. It was hard for her to find work so I would... supplement. No one suspected the little girl, you know?"

There were two types of demons in Hell. There were the ones that had their demon forms, and then there were the ones like Alastor with more than one form, more abilities, more strength. It was the anger that fed it, the person they were on earth. Alastor had always assumed Y/n fell into the first category but, as she relayed her tale to him, her body began to change. She rotted before his very eyes, becoming a standing corpse with his bones all showing.

"I always felt awful about it but, we didn't really have a choice. You know? I didn't want to do it, didn't like it, but I did it and I was good at it. When I grew up, well, sometimes it is just easier to stick to what you know. I worked for a cleaning service, maids for hire, working parties, stuff like that. I, well, the people I worked for were rich. They didn't need the money but my mother and I certainly did."

It was then she seemed to realize her own changed appearance. Her eyes shot up to Alastor as she retook her original form.

"Sorry about that." she awkwardly laughed, "Guess the guilt is still eating me alive, even in death. So, what'd you do?"

Alastor took a breath, appraising the situation. The guilt, the sense of having truly sinned.

"I was a serial killer."

Y/n's eyes went wide.

"Really? You? But you're so..."

"So what, my dear?"

"So nice."

Alastor stilled.

"Nice?" he repeated.

Even in life, it was a word that few had directed towards him. Polite, yes. Talented, yes. Charming? Of course, but never nice.

At the sound of bubbling from the pot, Y/n turned his back to him.

"Yeah." she shrugged, opening the lid and dropping the potatoes in, "You probably one of the nicest people I've ever met."

The way Y/n saw him was intoxicating. Nice. He began to spend more and more time at her side. It was hard to keep the other half of his life from her but, he managed. It was a delicate balance, a game he knew well.

It was a day about a year later that Y/n approached him, blushing and unable to meet his eyes. It was a year later she told him how she felt and he realized he felt the same. They moved in together, did nearly everything together. It was a happy afterlife for them both. The first time they had kissed, she had tasted like redemption.

Y/n never questioned what Alastor did on his late nights out alone. She trusted his fidelity and when he said he liked going for walks alone in the evening air, she accepted it. When he said he was at work, broadcasting his radio show, she never asked why they didn't have a radio of their own. It was an unspoken agreement, he didn't ask where the money came from and she didn't ask what he did in the long hours he was away.

The guilt felt heavy in the pit of his stomach, growing stronger every day but still, Y/n remained blissfully ignorant. Alastor could practically hear the clock ticking. Every kiss felt like it might be the last, every caress, every meal shared at the kitchen table. He did everything he could, but knew one day she was bound to find out.

Alastor knew the day had come when he entered their lovely home on the outskirts of the Pride ring. He called his usual hello out into the house from the foyer, letting the door fall shut behind him. Y/n didn't come.

"Y/n?" he called, taking a step further into the house, "Are you home?"

All the lights were on. That was something she was careful about from the old days, making sure not to use electricity unless necessary. There was no way she wasn't in the house.

Tentatively, he stepped into the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, her head in her hands.

"Are you alright, my love?"

It was then he noticed the radio on the table.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Y/n sighed, looking up at him, "Oh."

"Where did you get that?"

"Someone dropped it off, left it at the door. I thought it was you originally but, now I'm not so sure."

Someone had left it for her? One of Alastor's numerous enemies was responsible no doubt. He had always been so careful to keep her protected, out of the public eye. It didn't make sense.

"You heard todays broadcast?"

"Oh you mean the screams of innocent demons mixed in with your stories about New Orleans?"

Alastor was silent. Y/n's eyes were rimmed with red, her hair a mess.

"They were far from innocent. Everyone is down here for a reason. Besides, I told you. I'm a killer."

"You didn't tell me you were my killer."

His heart stopped. He hadn't realized exactly how much she'd managed to piece together from the simple broadcast.

"Am I now?" Alastor asked placidly, trying to remain calm as he clasped his hands behind his back.

He didn't know what he was playing at. He was grasping at straws. Y/n got to her feet.

"You never told me you were from New Orleans, just said you grew up in the south. I let it slide but, I shouldn't have. I should have known, the similarities in our experiences... god, I was such a fool! I should have known we grew from the same patch of dirt. Alastor, there was only one serial killer active in the city at the time we were both alive, at the time I died."

"And you think it was me, my heart?"

"Alastor." she crossed her arms.

"I..."

"How could you not tell me?"

Y/n's anger mixed with grief, it misdirected itself, it got caught on the details. It hurt more that he'd been lying to her. The act itself was something to be dealt with later. Now was the time for the lies. They had spent years together, built a life together and the whole time, he had been lying.

"I didn't me-"

"Mean for me to find out?"

"Well, yes." he took a step forward, he tried to grab her hands but she pulled them away.

Y/n's skin was rotting now, she was taking on her other form. It was the first time he'd seen her do it when not remising about the past or telling stories about her mother. He had no idea what she was capable of when in this state.

"But also, I didn't mean to-"

"To what, to kill me? To marry me? To make me fucking trust you?"

"I..."

The world was falling down around him. The one thing he couldn't lose, the one thing he cared about besides himself or his power. The person that meant the most to him.

"My darling, my heart, m-"

"No, Alastor. Just... just stop." she sighed, a hand to her forehead.

She rubbed her temples, exhausted and overwhelmed.

"I'm sorry."

The words were spoken softly but they crashed into Y/n like a speeding truck. They broke her ribs. She lowered her hand.

"I... I need some time."

"No, Y/n, wait. Please."

Again, she brushed off his attempts to hold her, making her way to the door of the kitchen. Alastor followed her out into the hallway.

"Y/n. Please. Please don't leave."

"What, so you can keep up your pity project?" she scoffed, rounding on him, "I am better than that Alastor. I deserve better."

"It... you aren't a pity project. You're my world, I love you."

"No, your world is this city. Your world is running Hell. I... Alastor, I'm leaving."

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kiss-inthekitchen · 1 month

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same sky | spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader

a late night phone call with Spencer. unruly amounts of fluff. no gender identifiers in this one. apologies to residents of las vegas, i did insult your city's aesthetics. i had to do it. for the plot

word count: 2k

notes: this is a rework of a very old fic i used to have up on ao3 by the same name. it's the second in a series of fics i've updated from my vault of oldies :) this one's for the girlies who liked the banter in no vacancy <3 oops! all banter

“I miss you,” you say into your cell phone, standing on the back porch and gazing out at the sky. It’s late, but you can’t sleep. Spencer has been gone on a case for the better part of a week, and you don’t sleep as well without him.

“I miss you, too. But I’ll be home soon,” Spencer replies, keeping his voice low.

“Is everyone else asleep?”

“Yeah. It’s been a long day.”

“Where are you right now?” Even though you aren’t in danger of waking anyone up, you find yourself mirroring Spencer's tone.

“Best guess, somewhere over New Mexico.” They’ve been in the air about an hour, and given their trajectory, he’s pretty sure he’s right. Spencer is seated at the edge of the couch, his back against the arm of it and a blanket thrown over his legs, barely covering his mismatching-socked feet.

“How come you’re still up?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says. Somehow, he can feel you smiling across the line. It makes him smile, too. He doesn’t ask why you’re awake when it’s even later where you are; he knows already. "What are you doing?”

“Looking up at the stars.”

“You know, you won’t be able to see me up here.”

“Ha ha.”

“Here, I’ll open the shade on the plane window. At least we can share the same view.”

“Hm. Almost like we’re together,” you hum.

His heart aches. It’s only been a few days and he still can’t stand it. “Almost.”

For a minute, neither of you speak, looking out at the sky from two different time zones.

“When I wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll be here, right?”

“Mmhm. Maybe even before that,” he responds, a low, soothing hum in your ear.

“Should I stay up until you get here?” you already know what he'll say, but you kinda like the idea of it anyway.

“No, no, it’s at least another four hours. Don’t worry about it. When you wake up, I’ll be there.”

“Sounds good. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You’d intended to let him go after just a quick call once you realized that the rest of the team were resting not too far from him, but you don’t want to hang up. He doesn’t make any moves to do so either, wanting to hear your voice as much as you want to hear his. “So, how was Tucson?”

“Oh, you know. Hot. Desert-y. Lots of murder.”

“Less murder now.”

“Yeah.”

His voice sounds strained. He doesn’t like indulging in a sense of accomplishment after closing a case, doesn’t ever feel like he’s done enough. He shows up too late and does too little, and then he gets to leave while the families of the victims have to pick up the pieces. You understand why he doesn’t like to think about the work that way, but you’ve tried to remind him that the good he does is incalculable; how many lives saved, how many tragedies avoided. It’s all you can do.

You pivot a little, not wanting him to get too caught up. “I remember, when I first moved to Virginia, I was so shocked at how green everything was. I swore I’d never seen that much green in my life.”

“I had a similar experience,” he says, fondly, aware of your tactics.

“Oh, I can only imagine. I’ve been to Vegas. It’s icky.”

“Icky?” he asks, laughing at your word choice.

“I mean, no offense, but… it’s kinda ugly.”

“Wow, okay, insult my hometown, why don’t you.”

You laugh. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re right.”

“I know,” you sigh. “Always am.”

“Well, statistically, you actually have a seventy-two percent chance of being right, which is still impressive, but hardly a flawless track record.”

“Spencer Reid coming in hot with the stats. I love when you talk numbers to me.”

“I don’t think we’d have gotten very far if you didn’t.”

“But I think I should be right more often than that.”

“Are you asking me to fudge the numbers?” he asks with put-upon shock.

“I’m just saying, maybe you’ve got it wrong.”

“Oh, so you dare to challenge the accuracy of my eidetic memory? Or is it the statistics that you think I’ve calculated incorrectly?”

“This is affecting my score, isn’t it?”

“I’ll have to factor it in. You understand.”

You giggle, and Spencer starts to feel some warmth come back into him after too many days of stress, doubt, and destruction. He hadn’t been able to talk to you nearly as much as he wanted. And it was hard to talk to you on certain cases, to allow you to make him feel lighter when reality was so dark. When he felt so much weight on his shoulders, when he should be focusing on the profile and apprehending the unsub and… sometimes he just didn’t feel like he deserved to have that weight lifted by you, even for a little while.

“Spence?”

“Will you go inside?” he asks, his tone full of something like reverence for you. “Please?”

“If you insist,” you sigh, already opening the door.

“I do. I do insist, very forcefully.”

“I’m already inside with the door locked.”

“Man, I’m good.”

“Mmhm.”

“Going to bed?”

“Yeah. Will you talk to me for a few more minutes?” you ask, sliding under the covers. Spencer hears the slip of fabric as you pull them up over your shoulders, and it sharpens the ache he feels to be home with you already.

“I’ll talk to you for the rest of the night, if you want me to.”

“No, I don’t wanna keep you awake, too.”

“I probably won’t get much sleep regardless.”

“I don’t condone that,” you say, your frown evident in your voice.

“Noted,” he replies, though he sounds apologetic.

Four hours feels an eternity too long to wait. You miss Spencer, and you hate how tired he sounds. You want to fix things for him. You want to run your fingers through his hair til he falls asleep and you want to make sure his dreams are peaceful when he does.

“What do you wanna do when you’re back?” you ask, hoping that planning for it will make the time go faster.

“Oh, I’m taking a shower and getting right into bed. And you can’t make me get up.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I’m serious. Don’t ask me to do a single other thing cause I won’t do it.”

You laugh. “For the whole day?”

“Probably. And you better not go anywhere either. We could both use the rest.”

“Okay, rest day all day.”

“We can order Thai though. So we’ll get up for that. But even then, it’s just to sit on the couch.”

“Maybe the floor.”

“I will also accept floor,” he concedes, and then it occurs to him that you might’ve been asking because you want to do something with him. “Is there something you wanted to do the next day though?”

“Well... the saucer magnolias are blooming at the Smithsonian again.”

“Say no more.”

You sigh wistfully. “You’re my favorite boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

“Well, I should hope so,” he says, smiling. “You’re my favorite, too.”

“Aren’t I the only partner you’ve ever had?”

“Ha ha. I had a girlfriend in college.”

“Spencer, you were like sixteen in college.”

“I wasn’t sixteen the entire time,” you hear the eye roll in his voice, “I have three PhD’s, it took me a little while.”

“Well, who is this girl? Do I need to beat her up?” you joke.

“No,” he laughs. “You are my favorite, after all. She wasn’t very nice to me.”

“Okay… so you told me not to beat her up but then gave a reason why I should?”

“Please don’t beat up my ex-girlfriend. I do appreciate your violent impulses though.”

“Mm, okay. As long as you know I could.”

“Sure, angel. You’re very scary,” he placates.

You let out a little gremlin laugh.

“Oh, and you’re delirious,” he notes, an amused lilt to his tone.

“Delirious because I miss you,” you sing, dragging out the ‘you’.

“God, where did I even find a weirdo like you,” Spencer laughs.

“I found you. You attracted me with your peculiar aura and soulful eyes. Trapped me in your… fucking what’s-it-called. Tractor beam.”

“You know, the term tractor beam was actually coined by science fiction author E.E. Smith in 1931 as an updated version of his original term ‘attractor beam.’”

“Hmm, yup. You caught me in that.”

“Did you call my eyes soulful?” he asks, seemingly just processing that part.

“Oh, you don’t like my adjective choice? Next you’ll have a problem with me calling your aura peculiar.”

“I mean… I don’t know that I loved it.”

“Here he goes fishing for compliments,” you sigh, rolling over to your other side and creating a bunch of shuffling noise on the line. Spencer wrinkles his nose, holding the phone a little farther from his ear until he hears you speaking again. “Okay, your eyes are big and brown and beautiful and they contain a standard unremarkable amount of soul, and your aura is also really regular. Regular Reid, that’s what they call ya.”

He’s frowning, you can practically see it, but he’s also fighting off an amused smile. “Well, that one started off nice, at least.”

“God! You’re so difficult. My boyfriend is sooo difficult. Why don’t you come home to me first and then I’ll come up with some more adequate compliments?”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

The two of you talk for a little while longer, with you telling Spencer about the new coffee shop you’d tried out and how their lavender latte actually tastes like lavender, which is basically unheard of. Spencer tells you about the standoff between him and an all too curious roadrunner that he swears was trying to get into his motel room. Calling it a standoff is generous; the man got bullied by a bird.

You try not to laugh and end up unsuccessful, with Spencer insisting that you were taking sides and he was well and truly in danger, which only makes it funnier. His voice pitches up even as he tries to keep his volume low, and you argue that his energy is just so attractive that even the local wildlife are drawn to him.

“Don’t start,” he warns, overwhelming fondness in his voice.

You make Spencer tell you something boring to calm yourself down from the image you’ve conjured of him being chased by a roadrunner, which, in your exhausted state, is even funnier than it should be. He claims to regret confiding in you with this, but he knows he’d do it again just to hear you laugh.

Instead of telling you something boring, he recites some of the poems he’s memorized over the years. It works the way you’d intended, and you regret it when you have to stop him to tell him you’re falling asleep. He’s just a little smug about it.

“So, you’ll be home in four hours?” you ask, the start of your goodbyes.

“More like three now.”

“We made time go faster.”

“We did.”

“Will you try to get some sleep?”

“Fine. Only because you asked.”

You hum, victorious. “Goodnight. I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Hours later, just as the sun is beginning to change the hue of the sky from deep navy to a hazy cerulean glow, you feel your mattress shift underneath you. You’re barely awake, but still you register the scent of Spencer’s shower gel, fresh and sort of woodsy.

Half asleep, you shift to accommodate him, and he slips an arm around you as you lay your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around his torso and throw your leg over his hips, as close as you can possibly get without literally being on top of him.

You sigh, deep and relieved, and Spencer’s heart stutters.

“I missed this,” he chuckles, resting his cheek against the top of your head and wrapping his arms tighter around you. You just hum in response, the last of your energy before you’re pulled back under. Within minutes, Spencer is asleep too, and the two of you sleep through sunrise and into the afternoon.

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