#MY BABYYYY MY JOY MY EVERYTHING!!!

[ashemellow]

happy birthday ashe🍰

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MUSE ASHE BRADLEY I LOVE YOU SOOOOOO MUCH!!!!😭💚💚💚

[luvzshy]

girl you’re really feeding us, thank you so much ❤️ love your writing

could you write about reader and billie surprising their daughter and picking her up at nursery? and billie being a proud mommy listening to her teachers? thankssssa

a/n: thank u babyyyy 💕💕

Surprise

The sun peeked through the leaves as you and Billie walked hand-in-hand to the nursery. It was a beautiful day, and the excitement bubbled within you both. Today was a special day, a day for surprises. You had decided to pick up Lily from nursery unexpectedly, something to brighten her afternoon and show her just how much she meant to both of you.

As you approached the entrance, Billie leaned closer and whispered, “Are you ready for this?” You could see the mix of nervousness and excitement in her eyes. “What if she’s not happy to see us?”

You chuckled softly. “Oh, she will be. You know how much she loves it when we surprise her.”

As you stepped into the nursery, the familiar sounds of children’s laughter and playful chaos enveloped you. You spotted Lily through the glass window, sitting on a colorful mat, completely absorbed in a craft project. She was carefully gluing pieces of paper together, her little tongue poking out in concentration.

Billie’s expression softened as she watched their daughter. “Look at her,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “She’s so focused.”

You nodded, feeling a swell of pride. Lily was growing so fast, and each day brought new surprises. The two of you stepped into the classroom, and Billie approached Lily’s teacher, quietly discussing your plan.

You took a moment to soak in the scene—kids giggling, paint splattered everywhere, and the smell of crayons in the air. The teacher smiled knowingly, giving you a nod of approval.

With the plan in place, you walked over to Lily, who was blissfully unaware of your presence. “Lily, what are you making?” you asked, kneeling beside her.

She looked up, her face lighting up as she recognized your voice. “Mommy! Look!” she exclaimed, holding up a paper flower decorated with bright colors.

“That’s beautiful, sweetie! You’ve been working so hard,” you said, genuinely impressed.

Just then, Billie joined in, crouching beside her. “I can’t believe how amazing that is! Can I have one for my desk at home?”

Lily giggled, her laughter infectious. “Okay, but you have to take care of it!”

As the teacher approached, you felt a rush of gratitude. “Miss Taylor, I just wanted to say how much we appreciate everything you do for Lily,” Billie said, her voice warm and sincere. “She’s learned so much from you.”

Miss Taylor smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride. “Lily is a joy to have in class. She’s incredibly creative and has such a big heart. She always helps the other kids, and her enthusiasm is contagious.”

You glanced at Billie, who was beaming with pride. Hearing her daughter praised was like music to her ears, and you could see the love radiating from her.

After a few more moments of chatting, you leaned in closer to Lily, a playful smile on your face. “Okay, kiddo, are you ready for a surprise?”

Her eyes widened with curiosity. “A surprise? What is it?”

“Let’s just say it involves snacks and a little adventure,” you said, glancing at Billie.

“Snacks? And an adventure?” Lily’s excitement was palpable as she bounced on her knees. “What kind of adventure?”

“Just wait and see,” Billie said, winking at you.

Once you left the nursery, you led her to a nearby park. The sun was warm on your skin, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves above you. You found a cozy spot under a big tree, perfect for your picnic.

As you set up the picnic blanket, you pulled out sandwiches, fruit, and cookies. Lily’s eyes sparkled as she recognized her favorites. “You guys really thought of everything!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands.

Billie watched Lily with a soft smile, her heart swelling with love. “Of course, we did. We wanted to celebrate you!”

As you all settled in, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about Lily’s day, her friends, and the fun activities they had done. She animatedly recounted how she had helped a friend build a tower with blocks, her eyes shining with pride.

“You’re such a good friend, Lily,” Billie said, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m so proud of you for helping others.”

Lily beamed, clearly relishing the praise. “I like helping! It makes me feel happy!”

As the afternoon unfolded, you noticed Billie watching Lily with an expression of pure love. There was something beautiful in the way she observed her daughter, absorbing every detail—the way Lily’s face lit up when she spoke, the way she animatedly gestured with her hands.

“Billie,” you said softly, nudging her. “Look at her. She’s amazing.”

Billie nodded, her voice thick with emotion. “I know. Sometimes I can’t believe she’s ours. I just want to make sure we’re giving her everything she needs.”

You smiled, feeling the weight of her words. “We’re doing our best, and she knows how much we love her. That’s what matters.”

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. This moment, this family you had created together, was everything. You glanced at Billie and Lily, both laughing and sharing stories, and your heart felt full.

This was what being a family was all about—finding joy in the little moments, celebrating one another, and making memories that would last a lifetime.

[madame-fear]

More thoughts

I think Luke likes stars but knows absolutely nothing about them, he’s been told many times about it but it never sticks really, but you know a fair little bit, so every time you go out when the stars are out, he always likes so guess what constellations are what, and getting flushed when you correct him.

Small thoughts today I’ll send some bigger ones later😻

-💕

BABYYYY i swear i've been thinking all day long about your thoughts and seeing this on my ask box made my day !! hope you like this babe, wrote it a bit sleepy but eager to write ♡♡♡

I think Lucerys would indeed be fascinated with the beauty of stars and constellations — such a pretty sight to admire when the sun disappears. And I know that he'd try to get lots of knowledge regarding them by reading books, or simply being taught by the maesters.

Unfortunately, the information doesn't seem to get stuck on his head; as soon as he learns something, it sticks with him for a few days, but he rapidly forgets about everything he studied. Until, he met you — whom has a lot of wisdom with stars, costellations, and everything related. Or at least, your knowledge with such topics is absolutely grand for him, and something he admires; and definitely something that makes him feel head over heels for you.

Honestly, Luke could hear you talk and ramble about stars & such and he won't complain at all, in fact, he'll attentively listen to every single word you say. Somehow, even if he is still slightly clueless about the topic, you managed to get some information stick to his brain. How? Because, since Lucerys is absolutely dumbfounded by you, he'd secretly love to have you correcting him when he's mistaken in something. And occasionally, he'd try to impress you and show off that he pays attention to everything you tell him by... getting some things right. Small things, but some.

Both of you would often stroll outside the castle together, side by side, when the moon takes over the sky and the stars finally come out to brightly shine above you. Of course, this is always the perfect moment for him to be corrected and/or praised by you. And obviously it is, because he is the one inviting you to stroll outside with him at night!

“This is such a beautiful night, is it not?” his voice lowly and kindly inquired as he turned to look at you while you walked side by side together outside the Dragonstone castle. With a broad smile, you nodded in agreement. His head then curiously stared up at the sky as you walked. “Ah, is that the... C-Cassiopeia constellation?” looking up along him as he pointed at a notoriously shiny constellation, his voice sounding clearly uncertain, you softly chuckled and shook your head. “That is the Orion constellation.” you corrected Lucerys, and as you did so, his hazel eyes admiringly stared back at you with a glint of joy at being educated by you. “You see, the Cassiopeia constellation is shaped like the letter W. While, on the other hand, the Orion constellation is more shaped like a hunter with a bow.” you continued mindlessly rambling, not realising how Luke's cheeks had began to turn into a tint of intense crimson at seeing how much you knew about the topic. “Ah, how interesting, I see.” he mumbled rather mindlessly. “You see that straight line?” you pointed out, staring at the sky, as he mimicked your actions. “That, is Orion's belt. You see—” you continued, talking, and talking quite passionately. Even if he did indeed pay attention to all of your explaining, his eyes were fixed on you entirely, and how pretty you looked when you talked about all your knowledge, plus the way your eyes excitedly glinted. And, oh... the way his cheeks were intensely flustered whenever you corrected him. Even if he, deep down inside, felt slightly embarrassed to be mistaken with something that clearly you knew very well, he deeply appreciated how sweet and understanding you were when explaining. And you? You could explain a thousand of times without it bothering you, especially when it came to helping him understand something that he clearly wanted to know more about. But, all only for him.

And not only he felt an overwhelmingly joyful heart fluttering on his chest when you corrected him and then bombed him with information, but also, when you proudly praised him for getting something right.

“That shining star must be part of the Sirius constellation.” sneaking outside the castle at night was already a routine for the two of you. And guessing the stars and constellations had rapidly became part of that fun routine. Turning around to look at him, a proud, broad grin appeared on your lips, and you playfully began clapping. “Correct! You are right!” joyfully, you threw yourself at him with your arms wide open, and tightly embraced him; as you shyly pecked his cheek. “I was afraid I bored you with my long rambling whenever we are outside. I must say, I'm proud you've been learning more about such thrilling topic.” Bore him? Oh, no, no. You could never possibly bore him — in fact, he felt incredibly lucky and thankful to the Seven for bringing you into his life. “Yes– I mean, no! I-I mean... y-you could never bore me!” his green eyes widened at feeling your lips pecking his cheek delicately, causing him to stammer upon his words, and an understanding chuckle to escape your lips. “In fact, I... I learn more with you than with my own maesters, or even, books about constellations.”

His heart loudly thumps against his chest everytime you either correct him, or simply praise him — and he can't never get enough of you.

So, yes, he'll always keep wanting to get more information from you when it comes to your knowledge of constellations and stars whenever you're outside together, in the middld of the night — either strolling around, or laying by the grass stargazing peacefully.

And, obviously, expect him to occasionally get "mistaken" on purpose with something that he already knows what he's saying is wrong, but he does it to merely have you correct him. Gods, he has heart eyes for your intelligence.

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[the1975attheirverybest]

Ok I have a really sad one but what about mattys been home for like a year after baby was born and you both agree that you're ready for the boys to go back on tour. You facetime every evening before baby goes to bed and usually they're playing with toys or sometimes matty reads them their bedtime story over facetime. Well this time baby decides to take their first steps on facetime and walk over to Matty and he is equally crying with joy/pride and sobbing because he's missing out on milestones and feels like the worst father ever

🌷🌷

Awwwww babyyyy 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Matty has definite got into a somewhat silly habit of buying doubles of the children’s books that he gets his baby cuz he wants to have copies with him when he goes on tour. So that whenever he calls, he can let his baby choose whichever book they gotta read for bedtime. He sings a little lullaby after and everything.

And on days off in between shows, or in the tour bus, or their way between cities etc he like calls just randomly if he knows his wife is gonna be home and asks to be put on FaceTime and have the phone propped up somewhere in the living room so he can feel like he’s there with them. He just hangs out and watches his kid play and eat dinner and play with mommy.

So, one day, they’re both to put baby down for the night. But the kid is a bit too hyper to wanna go to bed. There are toys strewn on the floor everywhere, and they’ve gotten into this habit…you know when kids are first learning to walk, how they’ll first learn to use the edges of furniture to move around? Like they’ll hold on the edge of the coffee table and then the side of the couch or something to be stood up and sort of slinking around? Yeah, so it’s mainly that. Just baby trying to be brave and move around with the assistance of the furniture and whatever is available. For a while, both parents attention is on the child as they try to mentally and emotionally prepare for a difficult bedtime. They know there will be resistance. Maybe some tears. Matty keeps saying “two more minutes and then we really have to go to sleep. Mommy’s tired she deserves some quiet time.”

Then, the conversation kinda drifts to something Mundane. Like, Maybe Matty is talking to his wife about what him and Hann did that day or what sightseeing he wants to do once they get to their next city. But as they’re chatting, they both notice baby start to let go of the edge of the table and walk independently. They’re both trying to alert each other to what’s going on but they’re too excited to form full sentences so it’s just like “matty! Oh my god!!! Walking!! It’s happening!” And a bunch of squeaking from both of them. When baby makes it to the other end of the couch (just a few small steps later) they both clap and yell out “yaaaayyyy you did it babbyyyy” and start making up silly songs about their kids first steps and hype them up.

But as soon as they stop, and instead of complete silence, Matty’s sniffling fills the air. Mom is teary eyed too so at first she thinks it’s just happy tears. But then she looks at the screen and matty is full on crying. She makes a joke about how he’s the most emotional person she’s ever met but that’s okay because she finds his soft gentle side really attractive.

Matty eventually shakes his head and tries to wipe his tears with the back of his hand. “It’s not that…it’s just” and he pulls into the camera view a little onesie of the baby’s that he’d stolen to take on tour. He’s thinking about how by the time he gets back 6 months from now baby will have outgrown the onesie. “We’re gonna need to buy baby shoes now. And not those cute decorative ones. Real ones. For walking. A dad should fuckin be there for his child’s first shoes!” It dawns on him that this is his fate now. Baby’s first steps, first shoes, first words, soon it’s gonna be first day of school, and recitals, and birthdays, and what’s next? Graduations too? “Fuck, I’m not saying I don’t love my job. I’ve very very fortunate to still be doing this decades later. But….i just don’t think it’s fair. Parents shouldn’t have to work. Like ever.”

She tried to comfort him and tell him that she works too and she feels bad that her kid has to spend any amount of time without her during the day. That sometimes she sits at work, checking the time, knowing that usually when nap time is over, and that her child is going to wake up to someone who isn’t her makes her sad. “But it’s good for kids to see their parents work! We’re setting a good example. Ambition and drive are important! Besides, you’re here! You saw this and just cuz it’s over a phone screen, doesn’t mean it’s any less memorable. Do you really think that you’re going to forget the day that you saw your little baby take their first steps????”

“Well, I won’t now. Cuz it’s also always going to be the day I wept like my little baby over the phone a thousand miles away from you.”

“Tell you what? We can buy the new shoes together. You go to the store and pick them out. Mail them.”

“It’s not the same thing as-“

“Fine, fine. We’ll stay a few extra days the next time we fly in? Maybe we can take a trip? Every shoe store in town. We’ll test them out and everything.”

“Oh yes, yes! Do you think they still make squeaky ones?”

“Those cause headaches, Matty.”

“Or the laser ones. You know the ones that light up? Oh I used to love these on Louis. Just a little kid wobbling about shooting laser beams from their feet.”

“As long as they don’t make any disruptive noises-“

“Adidas trainers. The most comfortable. Hey, let’s all get matching ones. All three of us. It’d be cute!”

[sayingyournames]

for the love of GOD tell me about trans sirius in the early 2000s babyyyy

this one is my main focus rn!!!!

basically I wrote a mini-fic back last month to the song 'you wouldn't like me' about trans sirius & record store owner remus but set in like 2005!!! texting on nokia phones, dancing to bubblegum pop at the club, and centering the whole universe around the tegan and sara album 'so jealous.' here's the mini-fic!

just thinking about sirius being 20ish in the early 2000s. bopping around his apartment listening to “you wouldn’t like me” and singing SO loud and thinking about the guy who works at the record store and wondering if they have a copy of this album, if he should just go ask. any excuse to see him. putting on his binder, smoothing his chest in the mirror, singing, i feel like i wouldn’t like me, if i met me braiding his messy hair and putting earrings in and watching the curve of his own hips like they belong to someone else. high-waisted jeans, worn-in tank top, nose ring. put together, uniform and neat but like a fuckin’ jenga tower - one wrong touch and the whole thing would topple over. i feel like, you wouldn’t like me if you met me sirius wears platform motorcycle boots to make him taller, he keeps his head down on the walk there but snaps up as soon as he’s inside the shop and - there he is. standing next to the ‘new arrivals’ section like everything is normal, completely unaware that the simple act of him existing in the world turns sirius’s upside down. the shop is empty, it’s just the two of them and he looks radiant, gives sirius a wide open smile. “sirius - hi, i - i’ve never really gotten to introduce myself, i’m remus. have you heard this album yet?” he - remus, sirius’s favorite name, maybe he should change his own again - holds up a copy of “so jealous” and the unexpected joy of being known fills sirius up to the brim. don’t you worry, there’s still time

this will be expanded into a long, multi-chapter fic! I am deep in the research phase rn. I mean was 15 in 2005 so I have a pretty good knowledge base already lol

[strongheartneteyam]

❤︎︎❤︎︎𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘❤︎︎❤︎︎Congrats on 1000 you deserve that and so much more!!! IN MY OPINION YOU DESERVE 10000 but I digress. Your talent is honestly shocking and it’s such a joy to read everything you produce, not to mention your eye for aesthetics!! Thank you for being the first person in this fandom to speak to me, invite me into a server, and make me feel so safe and welcomed. You have a heart of pure gold and I adore you to no ends👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

(lookin sexy asf in that pic mamas;)

♡ KIRA, MY GIRLFRIEND ♡ TYSM BABYYYY 😭💕💕💕 you're so amazing, you have no idea! your words are always so full of love and encouragement and praise I just can't you're too wonderful 🥺😭❤ i don't even know what to say honestly just tysm for thinking so highly of my writing 😭‼️ and God I'm so glad I became friends with you and added u to my server cuz you're incredibly sweet and funny and beautiful and so much more! I'm the one who wants to say "thank u" for every time you've interacted with me and put a smile on my face. my precious lil baby 🌹💗 and TY AAAA you're so sexy too boo that's why you're my gf 😼💌 ILYSM MY SWEET never forget that 😘💖

[musette22]

MINNIE!!!! oh my gosh i'm so sorry i'm so late but HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

you are so so wonderful and i count myself lucky to know you on this hellsite (affectionate). thank you for your kindness and your enthusiastic tags and your beautiful fics and for being my tumblr mom. you are such a joy, and i hope that today was everything you wanted it to be and included lots of good food, cuddles from lily, and all of your favorite people. wie schön, dass du geboren bist, wir hätten dich sonnst sehr vermisst 💗💗💗💗 i love you!!!

LUISA BABYYYY 💗✨💗✨💗✨💗 Thank you so much, you absolute cutie and gem of a human being!!! It's been a low-key but lovely day with all of the above, actually 🥺 Feeling very lucky and loved!!! I'm so happy to have gotten to know you too, you're truly a delight to know!

And aaaahhh that saying is so lovely, always makes me a little emotional 🥹 Thank you for being the sweetest, I hope you're doing fantastic and I love you tooooooo 🥰🥰🥰

[lalie4l]

I ddon't know wtf is wrong with me, I always tend to fuck things up, everrrydamntiiime. I lost the only girl I truly love the most, I haven't really fully lost her but damn I feel like each day I'm loosing her, she's the only girl I truulllyyy love man...... Just when I planned things, for her, for us, for meeee, for our futuuure. Wtf maaaaan I don't know wtf is wrong with me. I'm guessing it's all those karma. Damn I don't know if I ever get to school this next sy, but probably I really won't jud, we can't. Fuck this man jxjdjx I love her so much. Lately I've been sleeping late, waiting for your possibly messages, notifications and everything. Switching apps to apps just to get a few words from you. Even if tug Na ka, I still stay up, I dunno, I just... Love you. Sleeping 4 just tk make sure tulog najud ka, waking up 8 just to greet you goodmornings. I know you don't ask for this but, I want toooo, it's the only thing that makes me feel like we're still.... Together, I miss you so bad. I've been so luspad lately, not eating that much like how I usually do like for real this time, no gana, eyes hurt from crying every kadlawn, lipong lipong. I don't want to loose youuu babyyyy, ikaw nalang juy naka sabut nako, maminaw nako, mo katawa sa ako jokes, ma lingaw kuyug nako, love ko genuinely. I miss you baby, sooo much. I dont want to loose you, and right now, I feel like I am. I miss you baby, I'm sorry if I can't give you the future that you wanted puhon, maybe I don't get as high as salary as you, or jxjdjx baby please I don't wanna loose you jud jxjdjx I'm madly Inlove with you. I don't know what's the point of this, I'm just typing my thoughts, and right now, the o ly thing in my head is you and how I hate to loose you. I LOVE YOU, Lalaine Joy Lusica Naldoza

I LOVE YOUUUUU

Please, ayawg ka wala ka ako life, ikaw rajuy tao jud Na akong ganahan og ikaw rajuy tao Na jxjdjx arguhgjdbdn bastaaaa xhjdhd

Ikaw ray nakasabut, maka sabot og mo sabut nako

I LOVE YOU, LALIE

PS I'm madly I love with you

[kithtaehyung]

HAPPY NEW YEAR RYEN 🎆🎇( its 2023 here already and want to start the year with thanking people who carried me through last year) I hope this new year treats you well and help you archive everything you want o⁠(⁠(⁠⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠⁠)⁠)⁠o

When I say I definitely would not have been able to survive this year without your blog ( both you and your writings ) I truly mean it (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠) simply saying this may not make you realize how much you helped me but now you are basically my older sister which I never had ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ ( yes claiming you as my sister now hehe) *send you a hug and a hundred*

It's also been one year since I discovered 3tan cause I found it like a month after it was posted, so 'happy 3taniversary' and to discovering your blog (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) my first story was actually 'ugh f*ck' ( talk about an introduction) before I read 3 tangerines like a few days later and realized you wrote both stories (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I end up reading rest of your masterlist after that (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) and end up commenting for the first time ever which was how comfortable I feel around here (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) Thank you again for the amazing stories you give us which I'm sure take lot of brain power and thank you for creating this loving community too (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) I hope you are proud of what you did this year even though you may have regrets. Just know you made a person who lives oceans away from you happy and inspired multiple times throughout the year (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

Excited to see what another year with you brings and to start a new chapter of my life ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／I have not been excited for a new year in years cause nothing seems to be different anyways but things will be very different this year I'm both excited and scared but hopefully I can make it work and get step closer to how to the life I want to live (✷‿✷)

ps. My commentary is coming along , I seems to have underestimate how burnout I was but I have started multiple chapters and they are all coming up together. You can expect to get them all this month hopefully (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

-🍯

HONEY BABYYYY omfg i smiled so wide when i saw this message i'm screaming !! first, i'm glad that you're actually excited for this new year and going for the life you want to live. i'm doing the same, so let's go for it together :D

thank you so much for reaching out. when i tell you that you and your feedback box commentaries have been the fuel that keeps me going, i sincerely mean it. i spent so much time going through your feedback and squealing/laughing/crying the whole way through. no matter what i was doing - even if i was on my afternoon runs - i would get the emails and stop what i was doing to read them<33 and then would go back and read them again later in the night when i had time to settle in and read a lot more relaxed. each time, they have given me much joy, so thank you endlessly.

i can be the older sister you've never had! of course i can be that for you, babe. you're so sweet. i'm glad you were able to find this blog (and ahahaha both ugh f*ck and 3tan?? what a combo!) it's been a joy to have you. you never fail to mention the work and brainpower that writing this series takes, and it makes me feel better each time. this does take a lot of me so thank you for highlighting those aspects of the process. you've made this person happy, too. happy new year and i'll be thinking of you when i see fireworks🎆🎇

[evilminji]

I choose to make this Weird(tm) and hilarious. I choose to believe that means He's Pregnant. Congrats \(^o^ )/~☆ It's a Rage Spawn! World's ANGRIEST Baby!

Because One(1)! Ghost core can not make a ghost baby.... but TWO SURE CAN. And no one ever gave Danny the Ghost Talk(tm). There is a REASON you take Core related injuries or ailments to a CERTIFIED Ghost Medical Professional(tm)!!!

The bright side? The "joy of fatherhood" has DEFINITELY calmed and centered Jason. In that he is on a VERY panicked mission to retrieve his child, negotiate co-parenting with the Alien(?) he somehow got suprise superheroics pregnant(sweet Jesus, WHAT EVEN IS HIS LIFE), and binge reading both the parenting books he stole from the Manor AND the JLA's various "So You've Knocked Up An Alien, Demon, or Eldritch Beast!" Pamphlets. He's VERY Calm. NEVER been calmer.

In FACT, the ONLY person calmer, is BRUCE. Who is making Concerning(tm) wheezing noises and gripping the batplane's steering wheel so hard he may break bones in his hands! WE ARE ALL VERY CALM HERE, RIGHT BRUCIE?! *very deliberate, if slightly wheezing, controlled breathing exercise sounds in the background*

The Outlaws AREN'T helping, because all THEY heard is "blah blah Some One Kidnapped Jason's Brand New Adorable Baby and Probably Made Jason Cry. They Like To Kick Puppies. You Should Overreact About It!" Roy ESPECIALLY is out for blood because he KNOWS Jason hadn't actively been planning on being a Dad so HOW IS THERE A KID? And WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?!

He and Nightwing are just feeding off each other in a rage cycle at this point and may MURDER their way through half the God damned continent. NO ONE has stopped to talk to each other. Timmy is THIS👌 close to his supervillian origin story, AGAIN. Damian is in the wind, on a one man campaign to Rescue His Nephew(tm), and probably both have a life changing journey of healing and come to grips with his own shit childhood as he vows to save the unborn Todd Spawn from a potentially SIMILAR childhood.

Oracle? She's just straight up at war with the government. Found herself an active threat to her new nephew. Not Today Satan(tm). GIW? Meet the tech equivalent of a tactical nuclear strike. She's out here destroying LIVES.

Cass is sitting in Amnity already. She's been there a week. She has discovered blob ghosts enjoy being juggled and tried the "Nasty Burger". The sauce tasted oddly... flammable. She is concerned. It has yet to occur to her that she should PROBABLY tell the others where "Nephew's Other Dad" is headed.

Duke and Steph, concussed and injured respectively, are watching with horrified awe and horrific glee as everyone LOSES THEIR SHIT. Alfred's sensible suggestion of just ASKING the glowing lad what was going on, perhaps over brunch, and having a civilized ADULT conversation... was dead before he could even fully voice it.

It is, of course, CRITICAL. Absolutely VITAL! That NO ONE has any fucking clue what is happening. One moment everything is normal. The next? The normally unflappable Bats are LOSING THEIR SHIT in broad daylight and multiple things are on fire. All anyone can get up at the Watch Tower is "AAAAAAAAA BABY AAAAAA JASON AAAAA HE TOOK RAAAAA NOT ON MY WATCH AAAA *BAT EQUIVALENT OF HYSTERICAL SOBBING* "

Yet? Hood is... Not? The culprit here? Victim? S-Should they be... HELPING? They DEFINITELY said BABY, right? There is a baby involved? That's important! We protect babies! ....from who though? Supes, you get anything out of that? Wonder Woman? ...Why are they in Illinois?! Guys this SEEMS likesomething we should be doing something about!

And of course! Ghost babies don't take nine months. They take however long they need too! Mostly, until they have a Core Cause... and enough ectoplasm. Which? The Rage Child most CERTAINLY has a CAUSE. All he needs is that sweet, sweet 'plasm babyyyy~ then HE, STORMAGEDDON (or some other EQUALLY no doubt Suitable and IMPRESSIVE Name his Father's will Bestow Upon Him) shall unleash his MIGHTY and UNSTOPPABLE WRATH upon the SCURGE of INJUSTICE.

Starting with the Joker. He's going to rip his throat out with his itty bitty baby teeth. For DADDY!

Wrath Child's birth is going to be... An Event(tm). So, SO many hero and anti-heros and GHOSTS and GHOST HUNTERS! Because, after all, Red Hood DID Suprise Superhero Weirdness Baby the Fenton's baby boy~ So :D obviously they have to kill him. Well MADDIE wants to kill him. Jack wants to know if this is a whirl wind romance thingy, if not, THEN kill him. Vlad has made the case for marry so the child isn't a bastard and Danny gets Hood's criminal empire.... THEN kill him.

Sam is gonna take his kneecaps. Who's? Yes. Tucker, Holder Of The Braincell, called Frostbite. Who, sadly NOT being the holder of the brain cell, panicked when he realized The Talk was never given and THE KING is about to be a single mom. That can't happen! Both the king AND his unborn child need support! I will (platonicly obviously, no offence Great One, but he prefers sexy other Yetis ya know?) step up and be the Other Parent!

Which? Will NOT stand. How DARE. No, no, clearly PANDORA shall rise to this occasion! And take on this great hono- *smash!* LIKE FUCK YOU ARE! The kid' be BORED to undeath! No clearly it has to be ME, EMB- *Dragon noise!* Mi'lord I came as soon as I heard! I am ready to help you raise your so-*Ack! Fwump!* A child allowed to roam FREE with no STRUCTURE or RULES? The LAST thing we need is TWO royal brats! I, by the power invest-*Fenton blast!*

LIKE HELL YOU ARE, SPOOKS! Stay AWAY FROM MY BABY AND GRANDBABY!

All this. Throw in TEAMS of superheros. Probably Klarion because let's be real hear, this is the greatest thing he's seen in MILLENNIUM. Hell, HE might volunteer to be the little rugrat's new Daddy just to keep the show GOING! How do you feel about a summer wedding, ghost king? We can do it on Christmas just to stick to that old Saint Nickolas you hate so much~? C'mooooon, let him be a Bad Influence~

And Just? Jason, so passed panicked he's now reached a nirvana like numb, just calmly picks his way through the CHAOS *Distant Klarion giggling* and just.... scoops up his baby. Throws his new co-parent over his shoulder. Aaaaand keeps walking. Jason has Decided: Nope(tm). Just a big ol... We are NOT gonna do this today. He has decided: To Not. Really, should have done it years ago! It's very relaxing.

Let's go get something to eat. Pick out names. My name's Jason btw. Danny huh? Nice name. We should probably buy some babystuff while everyone we've ever met tears apart the outskirts of your town. I'll pay, kinda a crime lord, also a Wayne sometimes. What're your thought on college funds... *they meander off and Amnity's current mayor, whomst is not Vlad, weeps at the destruction.*

@tourettesdog @cyrwrites @stealingyourbones

DPxDC Prompt where Danny does what comes to him instinctively when he meets Red Hood: he cleanses the man’s core. He’s not even sure how he does it– how he knows to do it. Danny just puts forward what he can of his own ectoplasm, expelling the corruption from Red Hood’s core in one foul swoop.

What Danny doesn’t anticipate is that taint latching onto his own core instead, reinforced with a vengeance.

[beloathedzombie]

Going to buy purple sunglasses asap bc 1) I have been so much more light sensitive over the last month than ever before and 2) this hyperfixation on the joker has rocked my world and everything purple makes me think of him and every time I think of him I am filled with so much joy so might as well make everything purple tinted babyyyy

[maraczeks]

p+r s4 thread pt 1

[minkdelovely]

I am genuinely having the hardest time forming words to add up here (my fucking heart and soul is under the cut, per usual).

Hazel, you have never disappointed us, but there is something so special about this chapter that’s hard for me to articulate. I’m gonna do my best though, because what you’ve done here deserves more than just my unhinged little reactions.

You just have such a vision with this series, and it’s been incredible to see the story grow over these last few months. Each chapter just continues to grow and add to this universe you’ve created for us, and nothing ever feels forced or outlandish. If anything, the realism you’ve instilled into it is what helps to make it so compelling.

I know with each week we’re getting closer to the end, and I’ll never be ready for that day, but I will be here to shout from the mountains and let you know what a beautiful job you’ve done — you’ve spellbound us all and have us just… so down bad for your story and this fictional man. I adore you, and still worship humbly at your feet 🥲♥️

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧     ✧     ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

“Partly a gift for me,” he had said as his hands slid down your sides when you had gotten dressed, “Such softness shouldn’t be hidden behind rigid boning.”

WE’RE OFF AND RUNNING FOLKS

You settled into a large seashell shaped booth, the back coming up and over like you were the speck of sand yet to form into a pearl. The table was small, a glittering pattern under its shiny veneer. Everything was…glistening. Even the darkness past the windows seemed to be sparkling back at you. A few people turned to look you up and down, smiling and beginning to speak to their group before even turning back to them. 

You have… NO IDEA… how badly I want to be sitting in this booth. I want to be the spec of sand 🥲

“They’re probably jealous.” Your head snapped up, when had Alastor made it in? “They look at you and know, ‘oh, that’s the kind of woman my husband would rather have a conversation with.’” You laughed, you absolutely could have stolen the attention and more from at least one of these women’s husbands.

BRUUUVVV I’M GONNA CRY??

He took a seat beside you, scooting up close and flashing that smile. A smile that had you chasing him into dark alleys and grabbing dead men by the ankles. 

YEPYEPYEP EYES ARE FULLY WATERED JESUS CHRIST

You danced in your seat, “I’ve never been somewhere that has the stock for it that I was…allowed to order what I want.”

BABYYYY 🥺♥️ (also jots down corpse reviver…)

Alastor set his drink down and leaned back, shoulder pressing into yours teasingly, “I can’t imagine anyone disallowing you a thing.” With a sigh, you reminded him of the things you did to get your marks drunk and off their guard. You were surprised when he nodded like he remembered. “I saw that! You would sit so quietly on their laps. I remember thinking you were much more boring than you had initially made me believe.” You recoiled, and he shot you a look, “Who stalked who first, hm?” 

THIS AMOUNT OF CHARM IS LETHAL! DEADLY! TOXIC ALMOST! And I want it all 🥲🙏🏻

Something that happened when in public with Alastor that was unlike you was the tendency to become small. Not shrinking to provide him space; it was a turning in of your shoulders and touching of your knees in a subconscious effort to curl into a little ball of joy. Actively fighting the tug, you leaned back and opened your chest. An exercise in mental focus. 

MHMM MHMM WE ARE GIDDY FOR THE MAN

“My friendship with these people compared to our friends at the dives is…. A light bulb compared to a fire. One was manufactured to fit a need, one exists somewhat naturally.”

HAZEL SHAKESPEARE IS HARD AT WORK AS ALWAYS

Tall and slim, body flat from collar bones to knees, a slip of a woman entered the room and you felt a shift in the atmosphere. Her hair was short and pitch black, fashionable to say the least. A few heads turned, a few upturned lips shifted into sneers. Side glances, hushed words, intentionally heard huffs. You turned to Alastor to find his face was as confused as your own. 

*JAWS THEME PLAYS FROM THE ORCHESTRA*

Alastor needed the gossip, and, well, he clearly enjoyed it.

he is a bitch at his core, it’s true, and I’m here for it 💅🏻✨

Your hand came to rest half on his and half on the booth bench low and hidden, not wanting to monopolize, but he quickly took it and held it on the table. Another struggle to keep your shoulders from drawing inward.

AAAAHHH!! MY HEART 😩🥲♥️

From a distance of space or familiarity it could be seen as boredom. But up close and personal, you could see the wheels spinning behind his eyes.

the way I can see his fierce, concentrated look in my mind… I torture myself yall, but it’s Hazel’s fault!

“Golly, when in Rome!” Alastor hooted and grabbed you by the hand with one of his and carried his drink in the other, “Let’s go gossip. Bring your drink.”

I know he’s working but I would do UNSPEAKABLE THINGS to have a chance at gossiping with this man. It should probably terrify you…

Suddenly the way everyone was looking everywhere but at each other sunk in. 

the genuine pit I feel in my stomach… 🥺

That’s right. The world was a bad place, of cruelty and injustice. Not just for you, or for parts of you, or for sides of you. Not just for women with smart mouths or a love of dance. No matter how safe the comfort of your friends and the dark halls you all commiserate in, no matter the like minds and mixed complexions of your peers, you were all just one cruel voice from being dragged into the night. Just a single accusation from being a whispered story in a glittering hotel bar. A headline no one would write. 

fuck, this is so devastating. The stark truth here is beyond chilling — this was beautifully executed my love

“Why are we dancing when you have work to do? You have your tools.” Looking up at a man was rarely a view you enjoyed but the way his eyes slid down his nose and landed so sharply on you made it worth it. A look that said he’d devour you if he didn’t adore you so much. Your hand snaked behind his back to touch the hidden outline of this trusty little knife. He briefly wondered if this could be considered foreplay, the way he felt your hand on his lower back and running over his weapon. Much more intimate than he’d ever let anyone else be.

another absolutely beautiful passage; my chest is so tight! 😩

As your bodies swayed, the lights slid across the curve of his eyes and lit that bright honey brown color like a diamond twirling in the sun. The facets of his irises mesmerizing you. 

How terribly did you love him? 

How far would you fall for him?

FUUUUCKKKK 🥲🥲🥲

A kiss to your nose. So gentle despite the topic. You could imagine it, the violent death of a woman. You could hear the sounds. Hers, his, the knife’s. A pang of guilt set in before you could remind yourself why this woman was going to die. A tiny smile settled on your face, he offered you a gentle command in return, “Understood, honey. Be safe.”

the juxtaposition… I’M ON SUCH AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER AND THE RIDE HAS BARELY STARTED

A laughed, “Of course.” She leaned down, touching at your hair for a second, curiously, “Don’t hold your breath. But, it is nice he got you in here, huh? Must be a treat for you.” 

CUNT!

“Your what? I happen to be a thing.” 

🗣️ AUTUMN! OBJECTIFY THIS MAN

Maybe they were hardwired to hoard resources.

MIC DROP

William.

putting this in the memory bank… for safe keeping…

Alastor was none the wiser, smoking a cigarette under the streetlamp just off to the side of the hotel awning. He didn’t smoke often before you, but he found the lure of sitting on the porch passing a pill between you both too hard to fight. And soon enough the habit grew from a drinking pastime to just… something to do with his hands.

I would start the habit all over again just for the chance… I just hope he’d like Marlboro Reds 😩🙏🏻

“I’m quite cross with you, Aubrey.” His tone was smiling as his hand slid behind her neck and tugged her away from the safety and lights of the awning.

OOF!! AND SO IT BEGINS.

“Fine, you can drive me home then.” A misplaced giggle, her survival skills dulled by ego.

girl… I know he’s fine as FUCK but he’s clearly so angry 🙈 BE AFRAID!

“You’re going to get into my car now.” Alastor’s eyes had lost their pupil, an expanse of a seemingly endless dark brown in the heavy shadows left by the lamp’s light. When he let her face go, she rolled her eyes and pulled open the back seat door.

NOT EVEN A SHIVER FROM THIS BITCH… and of course she’s getting in the back 💀

“Oooh? A bone, you say. Well, well.” Aubrey leaned forward onto the front seat, hands snaking down his shoulders and chest so she could nip at his ear, “Finally letting me have a ride.”

THE CAUCASITY OF THIS BITCH

And when two hot fingers broached the small space between buttons of his dress shirt and touched the bare skin of his chest, the car came to an abrupt halt. The force threw her into the backseat. 

He hated it so much that I MYSELF feel dirtied by her hands! 🥺

“For fucks sake Aubrey! I’m not using double entendre!” His hands wrapped around her neck. “Must I really remind you of what wrongs you’ve committed?!”

SHE CAN’T SEE THE FOREST FOR THE TREES!! THIS BITCH IS DENSE AND BLINDED BY HER STATION

He could have sworn the snap in his brain had been audible to her as he lost his last bit of patience.

I… can’t even IMAGINE what happened after this…

As you stared at him you let your eyes lose focus and drift into plans for the morning. You’d like biscuits.

glad to know I’m not the only one out here daydreaming about biscuits… SIGN ME THE 👏🏻 FUCK 👏🏻 UP 👏🏻

“One reviver for the miss, one brandy for the sir, and a rye whisky neat for the beau.” The bartender set the drinks down on red napkins. The whiskey sat between you both, and after a beat you realized you hadn’t actually told him what to make for Alastor. And come to think of it, your last drink hadn’t been a reviver at all but a brandy ordered by William.

OH FUCK

A smirk painted your face, remembering seeing sweat sticking to Alastor’s forehead the last time he fucked you. What had you done for that reward? Ah right, the somehow shocking act of not withholding praise for how well planned out his greenhouse was. How impressive he was to you in so many ways. You could have lingered on that recollection, on how Alastor set down his coffee and kissed you. And how he didn’t stop until you were both left undone and flustered. But movement stirred away the pleasant memory to bring you back to an unpleasant reality.

OHHHH FUCK 🫠😮‍💨🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

“I— you just…,” your mask slipped in the face of such abject stupidity, “Lucky guess.” William drank his brandy slowly, mentioning you should bet on the ponies together. You nodded. 

well Billy, you had just said it but… there’s something about you I’m really apprehensive about…

“Yes, Aubrey! You condemned an innocent child to a horrid death!” His hands loosened, all of his neurons firing off to feel pain in his own heart. 

ALASTOR BABY 🥺

The rest of the word was barely squeaked out of her, he couldn’t let her finish it. He wasn’t sure what face he made. But whatever it was, it scared her. The carefree way she’d been handling the interaction finally died, and he could register actual fear in her eyes then.

GOD I DON’T EVEN HAVE WORDS

But the rage just … withered. How many children had his mother loved and doted on before her last, much kinder position? How many Aubreys had she raised. It was nothing short of a sickeningly violent sadness that laced his finger together around her neck and tightened, the full weight of his body coming down to crush her airways. He wanted such sentiments to be smothered out of the world like the air in her lungs. If he killed enough, could he make a dent in their influence? He could try. For her. For his mother. 

MY HEART IS SO BROKEN. I UNDERSTAND HIS SENTIMENT SO DEEPLY OH MY GOD… HAZEL! 😩

“Ya know, I could take real good care of you. If that’s what’s stopping you from coming up stairs.” With a deep breath, you gulped the drink halfway down. “Your fella doesn’t need to know. I could even get you your own place, you could wait for me there when he’s late with work. Have dinner ready. Slip off my shoes like a good girl.”

OKAY GASTON

“Oh? Alastor is the fiancé?,” William gave off a snide laugh as he was interrupted, Alastor standing up and walking to come between you two, “This guy?! Everyone knows he’s a frigid bitch. You must be a dive alley-cat if you’re—,” Alastor’s fist connected with the man’s jaw with a sickening crack. He needed both hands to keep himself from falling down with William as he was knocked back out of his bar stool. Alastor’s feet slipped on the spilt brandy, causing him to seize the stool for a momentary support.

BRB RESTARTING THE HARD DRIVE IN MY BRAIN CUZ 🥵🥵🥵

Alastor took the glass of whiskey with his non-dominant hand and downed it. He cooed, “Top shelf, Georgie?” The bartender nodded. “Good choice. Picked a worthy sucker, sweetheart. Ready to peel?”

OF COURSE HE’S ON FIRST NAME BASIS WITH THE BARTENDER. Also Georgie has a special place in my heart, this was a lovely choice ♥️

Alastor flashed his signature smile and guided you out of the hotel bar. You only got a few steps before quickly running back and snatching one of the 100$ bills from the counter. William would’ve taken it back from the bar anyway. What a waste!

These two, I SWEAR TO GODDD 😩♥️

“Just to be clear,” Alastor let the doorman open  the lobby door, “It’s not the accusation of sex work that compelled me to sock him. It’s the implication you’d be cheap.” He waved the valet from the car and opened the door for you, “If you chose to sell your companionship at true worth, his daddy’s money couldn’t even buy him a kiss.”

“Aww,” you smiled at him through the thin windowpane, “Would you really be so cavalier about such a job if I did?”

“Would I? Gosh that’d make retirement much quicker for me.” He slid into the driver's seat and the door shut with a sharp ting. As he took hold of the wheel he reclined to let his hand rest behind you on the backrest and you three were off. 

another BEYOND UNBELIEVABLE feast of dialogue MY LORDDD

“Oh by the way, Aubrey’s in the backseat.”

A WHAT NOW

Special attention.

CHILLING

“Alright y'all better get lost. Tell your moll this ain’t  ladylike.” The officer tapped the window with his knuckle and when she didn’t stir just left with a huff.

JESUS CHRIST!! SUCH A CLOSE CALL 😰

When you were pulling into the driveway, you asked Alastor if you could drive the car behind the house. Puzzled, he put it in park and let you sit between his legs. You started slowly, but quickly began to accelerate. As you approached the house you turned sharply to the left, right side tires ever so slightly leaving the ground. A sharp correction to the right to straighten out. One of his hands clutched you at the waist, the other gripping the seat.

AUTUMN HIND’S WILD RIDE

Ha!” You slapped the wheel, “I’ve been wanting to hear that sound the whole drive!” 

He used both arms now to squeeze you appreciatively, “You’re just the bee’s knees.” Alastor nuzzled into the back of your neck, truly feeling his heart flutter. You made him skip a beat. So many days and nights not even imagining such a pairing.

OUR BONNIE AND CLYDE I CAN’T

The best scenario he could think up was a partner who wouldn’t ask questions, who didn’t care to know, who was maybe a little too naive but otherwise capable. Even in his wildest dreams he hadn’t dared to think someone would exist who could support him. || And not just in the killing, which was a hurdle of course, but the other parts of him. The little sacrifices you made for him without complaint.

OH GODDDD MY HEART IS ACHING AGAIN 😭😩♥️

What did he do for you, he worried. Your body was his on the occasions he wanted but never did you ask for him. You shared the housework equally. Yes he drove you around but your skills with the car were still new. Insignificant things, like making your coffee when he awoke first and waiting for you after work. With the detective still looking for connections, he couldn’t even properly introduce you or flaunt you around to his circles.

STOOOPP I FEEL LIKE I’M ROLLING ON THE FLOOR TRYING TO PUT OUT FIRE

If anything, he was nothing short of troublesome. His hold on you twisted from thankful to desperate.

GAAAAAHHHHH I SAID STOP

It’s not like they’re people sized.

EERIE!! BUT I STILL LOVE HIM

Because of the shade you didn’t see the way his shoulders relaxed. You never made him regret your inclusion.

HE CARES SO MUCH IT HURTS 😩♥️

He wanted to kiss you. To confess every little happiness you filled his formerly hollow chest with. But he held back. He knew better. He’d tried before, once. When he thought settling was better than nothing. It ended terribly. It was better to just exist beside you for as long as you’d entertain his company. If you knew, he thought, of all the futures he imagined with you, you’d just feel tied down by his hopes. You weren’t a small bird he could hold in his home. 

JUST THROW ME IN WITH THE GATORS OH MY GODDDD!! 😩😭♥️

You untied the waxed laces of the right shoe, made of a shiny brown leather, and slipped it off. 

OH MY GOD

Alastor felt his throat tighten as he had to blink to keep tears away. You always seemed to listen when he spoke. Really listened, even when he was just being playful. Another tiny sweetness piled onto the mountain you were currently burying him under. Another ounce of inadequacy tipped on his self measured scales.

OH MY FUCKING GOD 🥲

“Hush, I don’t have to do anything.” You said it and he laughed breathlessly knowing he’d heard it before and praying he’d hear it forever. “I want to.”

NO BECAUSE WHAT THIS RELATES TO IN PART SIX IS BURNED INTO MY DNA AND I LITERALLY JUST THOUGHT ABOUT IT LAST NIGHT???

“Keep the socks, please. It’s getting chilly.” He undid his shirt and folded it on his lap. 

MY EYES ARE WATERING SO MUCH IDK HOW I’M EVEN TYPING RIGHT NOW

When he was in just his underwear and socks, you looked up at him and wondered if he knew. This was the closest to expressing “I love you” you had ever been. The act itself perhaps far louder than any words could be.

I AM SO UNWELL MOTHER OF GODDD HAVE MERCY 😩♥️

The idea that any timeline existed where your paths never crossed gave you the shivers.

SAMESAMESAME

Why? He could feel something, someone, setting their sights on him. 

…I… you already know

He wanted to be selfish. He wanted to cling to what good he had now. Even knowing he couldn’t possibly get to keep it. His fingertips delighted in rolling down the delicate nylon. He watched the red stained end loosen around your toes, a mental note to burn them before he continued his undressing.

I AM AN ABSOLUTE FUCKING MESS OH MY GODDDD

“Lift your hips, my love. I’ll get you all ready for bed.” As he pressed forward and bent into you so he could slip off the stockings he turned to look at the you in front of him, “And I’ll keep you warm.”

I FUCKING MADE IT SOMEHOW. DON’T ASK ME WHERE I FOUND THE STRENGTH BUT I FUCKING MADE IT. AND I ALWAYS WILL!!

A Doe in Fall (part 10)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

A burlesquer with a penchant for conning men, you find your latest game interrupted when your next mark saves you from an aggressive fan— by killing him. The chance encounter left you curious, still half convinced you could complete your normal chase. Unbeknownst to you, you were the one being tracked.

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦 Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵 Part 9 - Shiny Things Part 10 - Good Deeds 📍

Part 10 Good Deeds

Alastor takes you out as promised, but work/hobbies call him away. Not that you mind, you have your own hobbies to pick up.

「Warnings/Promises: Human Alastor x Fem!Reader, references to racial violence, reference to a word that’s now very much a slur, Hate for Aubrey, inaccurate portrayal of how easy it was to drink, oh yeah murder, mentions of a dismembered body, bloody shoes, physics hijinks with a corpse, these idiots in love, gators aaaaaye baby, domestic fluff?? Kind of?? Did I do it?!」

I think about Emmett Till often. Though his heinous murder came after the time this story is set, what happened to him wasn’t an isolated incident. So it is referenced here in a sense, because I can’t stop thinking about him when I think about racial violence in the south both what it looked like before and what it looks like now. I don’t say anything explicit and change the act, but it is still important to warn you. If you don’t know about the tragic death of Emmett, here’s a site with links to articles and essays. Be careful, it is awful and his deceased and battered face will come up on some links, as his mother wanted the world to see what they did to her baby. It’s an image I cannot forget and I rightfully shouldn’t. I know it’s off to have such a heavy topic before this love story but this case is the kind that would motivate such a killer as Alastor, and I don’t want to miss an opportunity to remind us of Emmett’s short life even if it’s done in a silly fanfic surrounded by nonsense. So forgive me for perhaps an odd real life addition, I’d be disappointed in myself for not addressing it when Emmett has been on my mind every time I think about the era someone like Alastor could have lived in. An era that did exist and people did live and suffer in.  An era not far removed from us, my father was alive when this happened.

Part 10 - Good Deeds

minors if you interact I will interpret that as a deep hate for me as a person so MDNI 👌🏼

“I’ve got to speak with the valet, go on ahead and find a table you like.” 

You didn’t want to do that at all, but knew Alastor wouldn’t ask if he didn’t want it. Well, he didn’t really ask, did he? He was certainly in his element, the shining and towering hotel every bit as pristine as his own public image.

It was as if every head in the room spun around to look at you. Everyone’s hair freshly styled, jewelry shiny and heavy, clothes immaculate. Your dress was lovely, no doubt, but no one looks at the elephant in her tutu at the circus and proclaims, “A ballerina!” This was, rather obviously, not your scene.

Alastor had presented the dress to you so sweetly, though. You woke up to find it hanging on the closet door hook, the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. He had either waited for you to fall asleep to hang it or woken up before you for just the reason. It was red, his favorite color for you. The latest fashion, loose and straight. No corset. The neckline showcased a large, flat bow. 

“Partly a gift for me,” he had said as his hands slid down your sides when you had gotten dressed, “Such softness shouldn’t be hidden behind rigid boning.”

You settled into a large seashell shaped booth, the back coming up and over like you were the speck of sand yet to form into a pearl. The table was small, a glittering pattern under its shiny veneer. Everything was…glistening. Even the darkness past the windows seemed to be sparkling back at you. A few people turned to look you up and down, smiling and beginning to speak to their group before even turning back to them. 

You could wither, or bloom. So you learned back as if you were bored, legs crossed and feet gently shaking with anxiety or boredom, you hoped no one could sus out which. 

It was so odd. In your usual haunts, newcomers were greeted with curious smiles and maybe the tiniest suspicions. You were being picked apart to the bone by sharp stares and even sharper tongues, no matter how silent their jabs were to you. 

“They’re probably jealous.” Your head snapped up, when had Alastor made it in? “They look at you and know, ‘oh, that’s the kind of woman my husband would rather have a conversation with.’” You laughed, you absolutely could have stolen the attention and more from at least one of these women’s husbands.

“Perhaps they recognize these earrings, gone missing from their jewelry box earlier this year.”  You weren’t above accepting a woman’s stolen jewelry. It was her husband's fault anyway, might as well enjoy it. 

Alastor’s finger came to your chin, lifting your face further into the light, “Give em a good look, darling. I want them to eat their hearts out.” The blush that swept across your features was so fierce, the difference in temperature between your cheeks and your arms caused a chill to run down to your shins. He took a seat beside you, scooting up close and flashing that smile. A smile that had you chasing him into dark alleys and grabbing dead men by the ankles. 

A waiter came by, placing a drink in front of Alastor and asking what you’d like. You were so used to being in such spaces with the kind of men who answered for you that you didn’t reply immediately. When Alastor brought his drink to his lips, you realized it was you who was expected to speak. 

“Oh! A corpse reviver please.”

The man smiled and left with a nod. Alastor choked, hitting his chest with the fleshy part of his palm, “That was intentional, wasn’t it?”

You danced in your seat, “I’ve never been somewhere that has the stock for it that I was…allowed to order what I want.”

Alastor set his drink down and leaned back, shoulder pressing into yours teasingly, “I can’t imagine anyone disallowing you a thing.” With a sigh, you reminded him of the things you did to get your marks drunk and off their guard. You were surprised when he nodded like he remembered. “I saw that! You would sit so quietly on their laps. I remember thinking you were much more boring than you had initially made me believe.” You recoiled, and he shot you a look, “Who stalked who first, hm?” 

With a huff, you let it go. You weren’t actually sure the answer to that anyway. Focus let free from Alastor, you began to notice the looks were back. But no longer cutting into you, but wide and devouring. A few smiled at Alastor, some tipped their heads to him and offered a look of recognition. “Aren’t you popular.”

“I haven’t been out in awhile. They’re probably curious.” He took another sip, “Should be, atleast.”

A prideful smile slid up your face. You uselessly tried to mask it by licking your teeth. 

Something that happened when in public with Alastor that was unlike you was the tendency to become small. Not shrinking to provide him space; it was a turning in of your shoulders and touching of your knees in a subconscious effort to curl into a little ball of joy. Actively fighting the tug, you leaned back and opened your chest. An exercise in mental focus. 

“It’s weird. How you can be friends with my kind of people and….well, whatever is happening here.” Your hand waved at the room before you both. 

“My friendship with these people compared to our friends at the dives is…. A light bulb compared to a fire. One was manufactured to fit a need, one exists somewhat naturally.”

Tall and slim, body flat from collar bones to knees, a slip of a woman entered the room and you felt a shift in the atmosphere. Her hair was short and pitch black, fashionable to say the least. A few heads turned, a few upturned lips shifted into sneers. Side glances, hushed words, intentionally heard huffs. You turned to Alastor to find his face was as confused as your own. 

“Who is that?” You said it low, not knowing if she was friend or foe. 

“That would be Mrs. Aubrey Debreaux. Popular socialite and frequent hostess.” A sip of his drink, speaking about her like a character in a novel. “This icy reception is news to me though. She’s usually the life of the party.”

“She’s a real wet blanket now…Your circles seem really fickle. Always a bit of gossip.” You realized as soon as you said it that, well, that was the point. Alastor needed the gossip, and, well, he clearly enjoyed it.

“That’s what the wealthy do. Gossip and pretend the drama is as stressful as someone looking for their next meal.” Swirling his drink absentmindedly, his eyes followed Aubrey through the hotel bar. When you asked if he knew everyone there, he said it was his job to know people.

“Your job is in radio. You host a show, Alastor.” You laughed through your nose.

“Well, my other job.”

“I’d call that a passionate hobby.” Your hand came to rest half on his and half on the booth bench low and hidden, not wanting to monopolize, but he quickly took it and held it on the table. Another struggle to keep your shoulders from drawing inward.

The room moved on, forgetting you both were there and eventually about Aubrey too. Or so you had thought. When you drink was starting to mellow you, you turned to Alastor to admire the view. You’d come to enjoy that silence, the kind that only existed between people comfortable enough to know they didn’t need to entertain each other to enjoy each other’s company.

He was scanning the bar still, elbow on the table as he rested his chin there. From a distance of space or familiarity it could be seen as boredom. But up close and personal, you could see the wheels spinning behind his eyes.

“Golly, when in Rome!” Alastor hooted and grabbed you by the hand with one of his and carried his drink in the other, “Let’s go gossip. Bring your drink.”

He pulled you into a group of four people in a circle talking. They opened and let you both in, smiles warm. A clamor of excited ‘how long has it been’s, ‘how are you’s, and ‘you look well’s.

You’d expected him to ask for gossip like he’d said, but realized that’d be pretty conspicuous. Instead he waited, and when Aubrey passed by one of them rolled their eyes and he had his opportunity.

“What’s that look for?” He asked. 

Everyone got quiet and passed a glance between them. Finally a woman in a beaded dress and finger wave bob piped up.

“She reported a young boy touched her on the street.” Alastor watched Aubrey cycle through the groups as the friend spoke. “Grazed her hip with his hands, made a comment about white women as he did it.”

Alastor’s head whipped back around. “He got taken away that night.”

You gasped, hand coming to your mouth in sincere horror, “Just for touching her? Is he still in jail?” 

The woman’s lips pursed together, no one looking at you.

“Bless your heart. He didn’t touch her and he didn’t make it to the jailhouse, sugar.”

Suddenly the way everyone was looking everywhere but at each other sunk in. 

Panicked, you looked to Alastor. His expression was still, like the calm waters of a deep and foreboding bay. What horrors lie underneath? His tongue wiped across his teeth, and you reached out to take his drink from his hand. The action snapped him out of his daze for a second, expression softening a tad as he nodded a thank you.

If he shattered that glass now, people would remember. And when Aubrey went missing they may recall Alastor’s dramatic reaction. You knew his smiles intimately, the ones that were true and the ones that were illusions. The expressions of joy and the mask for his rage. The smile painted on his face now was nothing short of shallow.

You spent so many days in a bubble with Alastor, shielded by his grace or by the accepting and illegal circles you ran in that you sometimes forgot the reality of life. A dark privilege you hadn’t seen until you were the one looking naive for once. 

That’s right. The world was a bad place, of cruelty and injustice. Not just for you, or for parts of you, or for sides of you. Not just for women with smart mouths or a love of dance. No matter how safe the comfort of your friends and the dark halls you all commiserate in, no matter the like minds and mixed complexions of your peers, you were all just one cruel voice from being dragged into the night. Just a single accusation from being a whispered story in a glittering hotel bar. A headline no one would write. 

And some of you would be mourned more than others. 

You took a second, blinking rapidly to dry your eyes. 

“Apparently, she did it to get Hubert to leave his mistress’s apartment and come home.” A short man whose name you never got took a drag of his cigarette, “Worked. He’s been yapping all week about the state of New Orleans society and the importance of protecting the fairer among us.”

Alastor was quiet still, lips tight. You’d seen the photos in his home. You’d never discussed it, no need. Things can’t become normal if you’re always pointing them out. Plus, that was his piece to share. 

“Glad to see most of us here aren’t too keen to welcome her. I’d hate to have to find another bar.” Someone said, glancing around the room. “George just started making my martinis right.”

“Care to dance?” Alastor abruptly turned his entire body to you with a slick swivel on his heels.

You nodded, offering small polite goodbyes and setting your drinks back on the table before turning to him.

His open palm was outstretched and offering you a dance. You spread your hand over his and felt him hold you firmly before pulling you into him. 

He held you so close, much closer than anyone else on the dance floor. A scandalous lack of distance between you two. Quiet, Alastor’s eyes were distant. You were in front of him but he wasn’t seeing you. You let the song carry on a little longer for appearances before sighing into a smile.

“Why are we dancing when you have work to do? You have your tools.” Looking up at a man was rarely a view you enjoyed but the way his eyes slid down his nose and landed so sharply on you made it worth it. A look that said he’d devour you if he didn’t adore you so much. Your hand snaked behind his back to touch the hidden outline of this trusty little knife. He briefly wondered if this could be considered foreplay, the way he felt your hand on his lower back and running over his weapon. Much more intimate than he’d ever let anyone else be.

As your bodies swayed, the lights slid across the curve of his eyes and lit that bright honey brown color like a diamond twirling in the sun. The facets of his irises mesmerizing you. 

How terribly did you love him? 

How far would you fall for him?

“This would be a long one. You’d be waiting… could be a couple of hours. I need to be out of sight before she leaves.” A chill. Oh, you’d forgotten for a second, Alastor was a killer. He didn’t do it for ‘justice’ alone, he enjoyed what he did. Immensely. His voice had a note of giddiness and anger that didn’t mix well, but was oddly arousing. 

“Correction, I’d be dancing for hours. Drinking. Letting handsome men waste their money on me.” 

“Oh? Can they buy me a drink, too?”

You brought up your pointer finger, “You remind her of her humanity, and I’ll get a man to buy you a drink.” 

He linked his finger with yours. “I’ll need to give her special attention. She’s earned it.”

You loosely understood this wasn’t attention like you’d be given. This was attention that ran opposite affection. 

“I’m not here to be in your way, Alastor.” A quick kiss to your hand, one you hoped no one else saw. While no one here would be bothered by Brady, you still wanted to keep some semblance of confusion on what you two were to onlookers. 

His laugh was louder than you expected, a few heads turning, “Impossible. I’m always going wherever you are, dear.”

Would you never get up again?

“I’ll stay at the bar. If they close, I’ll just go to Beth’s.” Your fingers lingered in his, “Be careful. The best good deeds are done in the dark.”

A kiss to your nose. So gentle despite the topic. You could imagine it, the violent death of a woman. You could hear the sounds. Hers, his, the knife’s. A pang of guilt set in before you could remind yourself why this woman was going to die. A tiny smile settled on your face, he offered you a gentle command in return, “Understood, honey. Be safe.” 

You let him kiss your hand again and bow out of  the dance. You were doing it, it dawned on you as you watched him walk away. Truly kissing him goodbye at the door as he went off to work. The closest you’d ever gotten, atleast. 

He stopped by a group and said some quick goodbyes, apologies for leaving early, and left the hotel bar. 

You knew he had killed women before, Alastor was all for equality, but a part of you worried. Women tend to scream louder, and be heard more often, than men. A man screams and people just…keep walking. What would he do? Where would he do it?

With a sniffle, you let the jealousy of just what he would need to do to get her alone flutter away. Taking a seat back at your table, you sipped your drink and watched the others dance and chat. How odd, they could sway in such large places with big windows and bright lights with no fear of cops. Your scenes were dark, dusty, never seeing the sky. 

“He left ya?” One of the earlier women came by, someone you vaguely remember him nodding a ‘hello’ to at some point in the evening. 

Thankfully you were still quick on your feet. “Well, we came separately, of course we’d leave separately.”

A laughed, “Of course.” She leaned down, touching at your hair for a second, curiously, “Don’t hold your breath. But, it is nice he got you in here, huh? Must be a treat for you.” 

Your own laugh was just as abrupt as Alastor’s earlier, your hand coming to hide your smile. All you could muster was a nod. Yes, you stood out. Yes, you didn’t fit in with these people for many reasons. But, it wasn’t your first time in nice spaces. First time not pressed into a man who’d been made to believe he was more important the whole time, but still. 

It took two more drinks for Aubrey to leave. But there was a problem. As she was trying to bow out of the room, a man kept hooking his fingers under the loose belt of her boxy drop waist dress.

With practiced skill, you took note of where her eyes lingered on him, how her hand came to his arm but didn’t actually press him away. Not earnestly.

The pushy man saw it too, every little soft ‘no’ was a half ‘yes’. And Aubrey seemed to like that. It was almost ironic, given what she had done, how she egged on the younger man before her now by pretending she didn’t want him. His hand landed on her hip forcefully, her hand on his chest gingerly. He leaned in close, she pulled away barely.

The next act was the most classic to women of your era. The false exit.

Aubrey whispered something, he nodded eagerly and his many hands returned to himself.

She smiled at the back of everyone’s heads, as nearly no one would look her way, and she slipped out the doors.

You couldn’t stop yourself from shimmying as you slid from your booth. Barely a step away, you leaned back and grabbed the last sip in your glass. You swished it around your mouth like listerine, and swallowed it. Before you got too close, you pinched your cheeks until your eyes began to water.

You’d just found a way to make yourself useful.

“Whoopsie Daisy!” You giggled, shoulder colliding with the man’s chest as you stumbled past.

“Watch - ooh, hey,” the free hand that had come to keep you from getting closer quickly softened, curling around your waist. The same hand that’d just been on the socialite. You were sure to look up and sigh into him, your breath soaked in alcohol. “You okay, doll? Had a bit too much?”

With glassy eyes you nodded, closing them and letting your head nod lazily, “I lost my thing!” You laughed, hitting his chest.

“Your what? I happen to be a thing.” 

How quickly he forgot his target when easier to pick fruit appeared.

“No, silly!” A practiced hiccup, “my little…”

“Your little…?”

Your fingers wiggled in the direction of your hip.

“Purse!” A beaming grin. He asked if you needed help finding it. “Well, how else am I gonna get another drink!” The hand on your waist fell to your hip and slunk lower. 

“Oh well, I could help ya with that.” He leaned in, looking around first as if he had a secret, “I have a room upstairs.”

You tutted, “No no, I am a married woman!” He lifted your left hand, turning it over in a dramatic search for a ring. “Well, engaged…” you diverted your gaze. He lifted his hand to his brow then and scanned the room like a sailor to the horizon. “He’s working late.” You whined.

Why did his kind of man always want the taken woman? Did they think the chase was more meaningful then? Did they feel like they’d won some tug-of-war with an invisible, unaware opponent?

Maybe they were hardwired to hoard resources.

You let him seat you at the bar, and when he ordered you a drink you asked to know your savior’s name. William.

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Alastor was none the wiser, smoking a cigarette under the streetlamp just off to the side of the hotel awning. He didn’t smoke often before you, but he found the lure of sitting on the porch passing a pill between you both too hard to fight. And soon enough the habit grew from a drinking pastime to just… something to do with his hands.

As Aubrey appeared, waiting for her driver to retrieve the car, Alastor tossed the butt to the street and walked up on her.

“I’m quite cross with you, Aubrey.” His tone was smiling as his hand slid behind her neck and tugged her away from the safety and lights of the awning.

“Oh! Alastor, I’m actually waiting for my car.” She struggled to keep up with his pace in her heels, weakly pointing back to where the valet had stood earlier. She resisted a little, the palm on the nape of her neck silently shutting her down.

“Nonsense. We have business together.” Alastor let his hand fall to her upper arm as he yanked her into the closest side street. “I hear you’ve been a very bad girl.”

Aubrey huffed, pulling back against him once, then twice, but ultimately acquiesced when she could see his car down the street.

“Fine, you can drive me home then.” A misplaced giggle, her survival skills dulled by ego.

He tossed her roughly against the car, hand gripping her face tightly. She tried to say his name, but his hold was so firm her jaw was locked.

“You’re going to get into my car now.” Alastor’s eyes had lost their pupil, an expanse of a seemingly endless dark brown in the heavy shadows left by the lamp’s light. When he let her face go, she rolled her eyes and pulled open the back seat door.

That wasn’t what he had meant, not there, but he closed the door behind her and got into the driver’s seat. He hadn’t brought the tarp tonight, not expecting to need it, so maybe the backseat was his best option regardless.

When he pulled away, she reminded him he didn’t know her address.

“I’m not taking you home. I told you. I have a bone to pick with you.” Alastor found himself incapable of putting on a ruse for her. His patience was entirely lost in his unraveling anger.

“Oooh? A bone, you say. Well, well.” Aubrey leaned forward onto the front seat, hands snaking down his shoulders and chest so she could nip at his ear, “Finally letting me have a ride.”

He had to set his right hand in the darkness of his lap to hide the tremble, a disgusted rage manifesting in uncommon ways. 

As her fingers found the buttons of his waist coat, Alastor struggled to see the road in front of him. His vision was going white, and then red. His blood pressure was so high he was nearly blind. 

And when two hot fingers broached the small space between buttons of his dress shirt and touched the bare skin of his chest, the car came to an abrupt halt. The force threw her into the backseat. 

Alastor slammed the front seat door shut before opening the back and caging her in. “I can’t stand another second of your existence.” She crawled backward, making room for him. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” 

Aubrey settled her back against the opposite door, “Oh, the petit mort.”

His head hung low in frustration, a growled  “No, the big one.” as he raked his fingers through his hair to keep from punching his own car seat.

“So I’ve heard.” She pulled up the hem of her dress slowly.

“For fucks sake Aubrey! I’m not using double entendre!” His hands wrapped around her neck. “Must I really remind you of what wrongs you’ve committed?!”

A brief panic finally came, “Wrongs?? Excuse you.”

He could have sworn the snap in his brain had been audible to her as he lost his last bit of patience.

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“Excuse me.” You settled back into the seat, having taken a bathroom break to down some water in secret. You weren’t trying to actually end up blacked out.

“Anyway,  that's how we secured the riverside house.” William leaned into you. You tried to sip your drink and found it empty, having managed to finish it absentmindedly while he rambled on about himself earlier. As you stared at him you let your eyes lose focus and drift into plans for the morning. You’d like biscuits. Alastor had some sausage he’d picked up the other day, maybe a little gravy and some eggs. It’d be like a Sunday meal nice families ate after church. You assumed. Out of the peripheral of your daydream you saw him tap the bar twice and hold up two fingers. “Charge to 1033.” He said. With the clarity of someone who wasn’t pretending to be drunk you quickly held up three.

William shot you a confused look.

“One for my darling.” He made a show of looking around, the bartender pausing. You gave him a confirmation nod, “Three, please.”

“And is he in the room with us now, Helen? I’m beginning to think he’s imaginary.”

It seemed a fine enough name to give him.

“No! But I made a promise. Or…,” you returned the lean, head resting on his shoulder, “are three drinks a little steep for you?“ With a huff, he pulled out a pair of C notes and set them on the bar. The bartender nodded, reaching for the top shelf. You whistled at the sight. Too much money for the total seven drinks he’d ordered, if you weren’t somewhere Alastor frequented you’d have slipped them under the lip of your stockings when the man wasn’t looking. He was charging the room anyway, the large bills were just for show…

“One reviver for the miss, one brandy for the sir, and a rye whiskey neat for the beau.” The bartender set the drinks down on red napkins. The whiskey sat between you both, and after a beat you realized you hadn’t actually told him what to make for Alastor. And come to think of it, your last drink hadn’t been a reviver at all but a brandy ordered by William.

“Ya know I stood up another woman to help you,” he said it into your cheek, stealing your attention by breaking your line of thought. His arm around your shoulder curled to hold you closer, “Don’t I get a reward for that?”

His breath reeked of sickeningly sweet brandy, the taste sticking to the back of your throat. Your head tilted back so you could look at him down your nose, right hand coming to rest on his thigh.

The heat of his body was radiating through the fabric of his pants and made your stomach turn. How many hot and sweaty bodies had you had the pleasure and displeasure of touching?

A smirk painted your face, remembering seeing sweat sticking to Alastor’s forehead the last time he fucked you. What had you done for that reward? Ah right, the somehow shocking act of not withholding praise for how well planned out his greenhouse was. How impressive he was to you in so many ways. You could have lingered on that recollection, on how Alastor set down his coffee and kissed you. And how he didn’t stop until you were both left undone and flustered. But movement stirred away the pleasant memory to bring you back to an unpleasant reality.

His hand roamed down your arm, uncomfortably warm palm on your exposed skin. 

“Oh, I know you did.” You said.

William chuckled, absolutely no idea what you were talking about and not particularly giving a shit. “Did I mention I have a room here?”

“Ten thirty three.” You repeated. 

He looked genuinely shocked, “How’d you know that?” The man was absolutely mystified.

“I— you just…,” your mask slipped in the face of such abject stupidity, “Lucky guess.” William drank his brandy slowly, mentioning you should bet on the ponies together. You nodded. 

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Alastor didn’t care for strangulation. It took so much time and wasn’t particularly satisfying. No pleading, no screaming, no blood and gore. Just…. someone flailing beneath you and turning purple. Boring. 

He brought up the accusations before he began to squeeze, and her panic transformed to relief. “Oh that?” She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down, “Are you really miffed at me about that?”

“Yes, Aubrey! You condemned an innocent child to a horrid death!” His hands loosened, all of his neurons firing off to feel pain in his own heart. 

She rolled her eyes, “I wouldn’t call them children. You seem so upset, hun. Did you have a mam-?”

The rest of the word was barely squeaked out of her, he couldn’t let her finish it. He wasn’t sure what face he made. But whatever it was, it scared her. The carefree way she’d been handling the interaction finally died, and he could register actual fear in her eyes then. 

But the rage just … withered. How many children had his mother loved and doted on before her last, much kinder position? How many Aubreys had she raised. It was nothing short of an overwhelmingly violent sadness that laced his finger together around her neck and tightened, the full weight of his body coming down to crush her airways. He wanted such sentiments to be smothered out of the world like the air in her lungs. If he killed enough, could he make a dent in their influence? He could try. For her. For his mother. 

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“Ya know, I could take real good care of you. If that’s what’s stopping you from coming upstairs.” 

With a deep breath, you gulped the drink halfway down. “Your fella doesn’t need to know. I could even get you your own place, you could wait for me there when he’s late with work. Have dinner ready. Slip off my shoes like a good girl.”

“Trust me; you’ve got a better chance of her smacking you with your shoes than slipping them off like a maid.” Alastor was resting his elbow on the bar behind you, head leaning on his hand. “Hey doll. That one mine?” He pointed at the glass.

“Oh? Alastor is the fiancé?,” William gave off a snide laugh as he was interrupted, Alastor standing up and walking to come between you two, “This guy?! Everyone knows he’s a frigid bitch. You must be a dive alley-cat if you’re—,” Alastor’s fist connected with the man’s jaw, eliciting a sickening crack. He needed both hands to keep himself from falling down with William as he was knocked back out of his bar stool. Alastor’s feet slipped on the spilt brandy, causing him to seize the stool for momentary support.

Alastor took the glass of whiskey with his non-dominant hand and downed it. He cooed, “Top shelf, Georgie?” The bartender nodded. “Good choice. Picked a worthy sucker, sweetheart. Ready to peel?”

You watched William try to stand, glass stuck to his palm. He did manage to get on his knees, shouting at the staff who stood motionless and unphased behind the counter. They didn’t say anything at all, oddly, until Alastor extended his swelling hand to you.

“Have a good evening, sir.”

Alastor flashed his signature smile and guided you out of the hotel bar. You only got a few steps before quickly running back and snatching one of the 100$ bills from the counter. William would’ve taken it back from the bar anyway. What a waste!

When a waiter offered Alastor a warm and familiar look you had to wonder, did people really not know what he did in the darkness of the New Orlean’s alleys? Did a part of them not feel some kind of debt to him? Or was he just painfully friendly when socializing?

“Just to be clear,” Alastor let the doorman open the lobby door, “It’s not the accusation of sex work that compelled me to sock him. It’s the implication you’d be cheap.” He waved the valet from the car and opened the door for you, “If you chose to sell your companionship at true worth, his daddy’s money couldn’t even buy him a kiss.”

“Aww,” you smiled at him through the thin windowpane, “Would you really be so cavalier about such a job if I did?”

“Would I? Gosh that’d make retirement much quicker for me.” He slid into the driver's seat and the door shut with a sharp ting. As he took hold of the wheel he reclined to let his hand settle behind you on the backrest, and then you three were off. 

“Oh by the way, Aubrey’s in the backseat.”

You turned slowly, first coming into view were her tiny, shining silver shoes. Your eyes kept traveling; stocking covered calves and then the bottom of her dress just past her knees.

Alastor’s coat draped over her torso and shoulders caused you to flit to him, confirming his jacket was gone, and back to her. 

Her face looked like that of a sleeping passenger. 

No blood.

When the car was a few blocks from the hotel, you leaned back and lifted the jacket. Her abdomen was clean, the white of her dress pristine. At first her neck seemed clear of cuts or abrasions until you rode past a streetlamp and a beam of light revealed the slowly forming collar of bruises.

Special attention.

For a hair of a moment you began to gently cover her again, before remembering her crimes and dropping it on her unceremoniously.

“Trunk not good enough for her?”

“Got interrupted. Booked it back to you.” He shook his head and patted the seat in tandem.

What luck that just as he felt sure she was too far gone for revival, he let go over her neck and sat up in time for someone to notice him. Fishing in his jacket draped over the seat, he found his cigarette case just as—

“What exactly are you two doing?” An officer was flashing his light through the passenger side back window.

Alastor froze, Aubrey motionless between his legs and a cigarette dangling unlit between his lips. “You startled me, officer! We were just canoodling. But she’s gone and fallen asleep before the main event.”

The officer’s brass light shone down but couldn’t reach the dead woman’s face past the shadow cast by the car door and glass. “She alright?”

Alastor’s eyes drifted down to the deceased socialite, “Truth be told sir, she’s had a bit too much of the giggle water.” Fishing your lighter from his waistcoat pocket, he lit this cigarette before setting the jacket over Aubrey like a gentleman.

“Alright y'all better get lost. Tell your moll this ain’t ladylike.” The officer tapped the window with his knuckle and when she didn’t stir just left with a huff.

Alastor was quick to leave the backseat and drive off, circling around at the next block to head back to the hotel.

“Is… everything alright?” You asked, very obviously concerned.

“Peachy! I just said we were necking before she passed out drunk.“ he leaned over and kissed your cheek, “Anything exciting on your end?”

Patting his leg you beamed up at him, “Always so quick on your feet! I don’t know why I worry so much.” His face lit up and you wanted nothing more than to launch into a praise filled rant that fueled his smile. But, you moved on to the question at hand. After a moment to think, you remembered ‘the best good deeds are done in the dark’. “Nope! Just got tipsy on William’s dime. An odd woman did touch my hair…,” you recounted every second, leaving out why you chose William, to Alastor. You hadn’t meant to, and he hadn’t actually asked, the evening’s events just seemed to flow out of you. The way he always added little comments and nodded made it feel like a conversation and not just you rambling. 

When the car was pulling into the driveway, you asked Alastor if you could drive it behind the house. Puzzled, he put it in park and let you sit between his legs. You started slowly, but quickly began to accelerate. As you approached the house you turned sharply to the left, right side tires ever so slightly leaving the ground. A sharp correction to the right to straighten out. One of his hands clutched you at the waist, the other gripping the seat.

He tried to form some kind of words but they came out a jumbled and panicked mash of sounds as you barreled toward the greenhouse. 

You slammed your foot on the brakes and Aubrey flew off the back seat and hit the floor with a loud thud.

“Ha!” You slapped the wheel, “I’ve been wanting to hear that sound the whole drive!” 

He used both arms now to squeeze you appreciatively, “You’re just the bee’s knees.” Alastor nuzzled into the back of your neck, truly feeling his heart flutter. You made him skip a beat. So many days and nights not even imagining such a pairing.

The best scenario he could think up was a partner who wouldn’t ask questions, who didn’t care to know, who was maybe a little too naive but otherwise capable. Even in his wildest dreams he hadn’t dared to think someone would exist who could support him.

And not just in the killing, which was a hurdle of course, but the other parts of him. The little sacrifices you made for him without complaint. 

What did he do for you, he worried. Your body was his on the occasions he wanted but never did you ask for him. You shared the housework equally. Yes he drove you around but your skills with the car were still new. Insignificant things, like making your coffee when he awoke first and waiting for you after work. With the detective still looking for connections, he couldn’t even properly introduce you or flaunt you around to his circles.

Like a flash of lightning taking down a tree, insecurity shook him. What on earth was keeping you there? Of all the people in New Orleans, how was he any more worth your time than the next?

If anything, he was nothing short of troublesome. His hold on you twisted from thankful to desperate.

Even the lovely evening out he had promised you, he’d left you alone in a strange place. A stranger had bought you more drinks than he had. 

“Would you like to go to the woods with me tonight? To dispose of Aubrey?” His lips swiped across the fabric of your dress as he said it.

The sudden advancement into his hobby took you by surprise. You hugged his arms against you, “Really? Are you sure?”

“If you don’t want to…”

“Is that what I said?”

“Well, no….”

“Don’t put words in my mouth! I absolutely want to go!” Your arms squeezed his.

He chuckled into your shoulder and gave your hip a pat, “Let me get her packaged up. You go rest your feet and I’ll come get you when I’m ready to go.”

You watched from the kitchen, the light he hung from the greenhouse ceiling setting the entire space aglow. When he finally emerged, his sleeves were rolled up past his elbows and his hair was falling into his face, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose before he could push it back into place. He waved from the porch, and when you made it out to him he was already pulling out small bundles.

“We’ll bury the pieces in separate places.” He dragged out a small trash tin with the lid already clapped down. “And this goes into the water.”

The packages were like Tommy’s, but smaller. They fit easily into the trunk, and beside them he snuggly fit the metal bucket.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The Ford was parked down a dirt road far from sight, taking a parcel at a time and a shovel, you followed him into the woods. 

You had to ask, why not just his land? Wasn’t that safer? Easier?

“Well, a skull found out here is easier to act shocked about than on my property.”

The ground was still soft, but you could imagine it was rock solid in winter. “Isn’t this dangerous? Aren’t you slowed down in the colder months?” You kept your eyes open wide, adjusting to the pitch black of the forest. The trees were too close and too full still to see the stars. But soon they’d brown and die, revealing the sky’s light. Revealing Alastor.

“Eh it’s mostly busy during mating season because the hunters come out in numbers. But in general I avoid being here in the very early morning hours.” He paused and you reached out for the shovel for your turn, “It’s not too bad overall.”

“They mate in fall. It’s almost fall now.” You widened your stance for balance and began to dig. 

“Yeeees but I’m not alone!” He chirped.

“Fine… just, don’t come out when I’m not able to join you. Just wait or, I don’t know, burn them or something.” You tried to dig fast, wanting to spare his injured hand another turn.

“Very ineffective, brings too much attention and the body never burns all the way. It’s still identifiable in many cases.” Alastor said it quickly, as he’d had nearly a lifetime to think of these things and test them. 

You huffed, “Well, fuck. Okay. Still.” You leaned over and offered your index finger, not looking at him as you did. He laughed before wiping his hand clean on his pants and hooking his with yours. 

A small scream erupted from you, startling him. Your short heel sunk into the dirt when you leaned to lock fingers. The sudden loss of balance startled you. “Sorry… flat shoes. I need flat shoes…these are gonna be the death of me.”

Alastor’s hand came to his heart, pounding in his chest, “Of us. My heart nearly stopped.”

You dug many holes, all of them quite small in radius, just wide enough to slip in what you needed to. After each was deep enough by some standard you didn’t know, he would untie the twine around the package and let the contents spill out and down into the little cylinderical pocket of dirt. 

The first package had her hands. Then next was her feet. Her arms in pieces and then later her legs. The hips, the chest and shoulders, and finally, her head. You were grateful for the darkness, not wanting to see her face now that it was no longer attached to her body. 

The brush was so thick and the woods so dense that you found it hard to distinguish the burial spots once they’d been filled in and covered up. He explained most people came out there with a purpose, not really noticing some disturbed dirt here and there. It’s not like they’re people sized.

“You’re just something else, ya know that?” You said it into the shadows and didn’t see him wince. But you somehow, accidentally, knew to clarify, “I’m always so impressed by your way of doing things. You’ve really thought it out well huh? I know I should worry less but it’s hard.”

Because of the shade you didn’t see the way his shoulders relaxed. You never made him regret your inclusion.

Alastor carried the bucket as you slowly made your way through the darkness. You could hear the sounds of bugs, though you couldn’t see any.  The water surprised you, his arm coming to stop you from walking into the bayou.

“In winter they’ll get really still, so I slow down then too. But we still have time, it’s not too cold yet for them.” He took off the lid, the smell of copper blossoming from the tin.

With practiced moves, he tossed the viscera as far as he could into the small inlet marsh of the river. 

Within seconds the water frothed and rolled with the snapping of powerful jaws.

“Gosh they’re so neat.” You said, reaching out into the darkness for his hand. You couldn’t see him looking at you as you watched the prehistoric animals dispose of his crimes.

He wanted to kiss you. To confess every little happiness you filled his formerly hollow chest with. But he held back. He knew better. He’d tried before, once. When he thought settling was better than nothing. It ended terribly. It was better to just exist beside you for as long as you’d entertain his company. If you knew, he thought, of all the futures he imagined with you, you’d just feel tied down by his hopes. You weren’t a small bird he could hold in his home. 

You promised to not get in his way. The least he could do was not cage you with his love. He wouldn’t hold you back.

“Alastor.”

“Yeah?” He said dreamily.

“I think… ” You fought the urge to scream at the sensation between your toes, “Aubrey dripped into my shoes.”

Alastor yanked the bucket away from you, the angle he haphazardly held at it with a single finger to hold your hand having caused the liquid remains to leak out.

“Ankle boots. Ankle boots, no heel.” You muttered, the shoe rinsed off in the water with a paranoid speed now squishing under your sole. The action was enough to draw attention to your shore, long and round snouts moving toward you in the night as you got rid of Aubrey. It was time to go. 

The drive home was dark and silent. The bucket and tarps rinsed with the gas can full of water he always kept in the oversized, custom built trunk. It had taken longer than you had realized, which just brought up renewed worry for his sleep schedule.

When you finally made it home and into the bedroom, he mumbled it was too late to shower. A coordinated grumble between you that you’d both just wash the sheets in the morning. Alastor sat on the end of the bed and bent down, your hand coming to his shoulder to stop him. 

Exhausted, aching, and quite confident you smelled of sweat coated dirt with the tiniest hint of dead Aubrey mixed with alive William (blood and brandy, respectively), you lowered yourself to your knees. You untied the waxed laces of the right shoe, made of a shiny brown leather, and slipped it off. 

Alastor felt his throat tighten as he had to blink to keep tears away. You always seemed to listen when he spoke. Really listened, even when he was just being playful. Another tiny sweetness piled onto the mountain you were currently burying him under. Another ounce of inadequacy tipped on his self measured scales.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Hush, I don’t have to do anything.” You said it and he laughed breathlessly knowing he’d heard it before and praying he’d hear it forever. “I want to.”

You set the left shoe beside the right. When you didn’t stand but instead stared at him patiently, Alastor undid his pants and lifted his hips to push them down. You folded them neatly beside his shoes. Feeling up his legs as if you couldn’t see them there in front of you, you found his sock garters. 

“Keep the socks, please. It’s getting chilly.” He undid his shirt and folded it on his lap. 

When he was in just his underwear and socks, you looked up at him and wondered if he knew. That this was the closest to expressing “I love you” you had ever been. The act itself perhaps far louder than any words could be.

Sitting back, he patted between his legs like he had in the car. As you sat, he undid the buttons down the back of your dress. Why were so many women’s clothing items made in a way that required two people?

In the mirror above the dresser you took in the sight. When the dress fell to your waist he kissed your shoulder and met you in the reflection.

“Quite a pretty couple, if I do say so myself.” He rested his chin where he had just kissed and smiled at you. “What did I do to deserve your attention?”

“Affection,” you corrected. “Aubrey got attention.” He nodded slightly. “I think it’s karma.” You watched his brow arch. “You’ve earned me. Whatever that means, or looks like. We were put together for a reason.”

It was the sappiest thing you’d ever said and a year ago you’d have laughed in someone’s face for saying it. If a character in a novel spewed it out in a confession you’d have closed the book. But you meant it. Every single word was part of the fact this was supposed to happen. The idea that any timeline existed where your paths never crossed gave you the shivers.

Alastor closed his eyes, exhaustion catching up quickly as comfort opened the door for it. That didn’t make any sense to him at all. Why would anyone, god or the devil, give him something good just for the sake of being a good thing. He was very plainly bad. There must be a catch. That fear he felt before, the fear of wanting something too much, reappeared. Turning its ugly head to him as if called by name. 

Why? He could feel something, someone, setting their sights on him. 

When he opened his eyes, you were there still, looking at him. A smile too sweet. He felt the compulsion to tell you to run. That if this was his karma, it would end the way he deserved. And he didn’t deserve happiness. He didn’t deserve you.

But instead he leaned down, lifted your dress, and unclamped your garters. He wanted to be selfish. He wanted to cling to what good he had now. Even knowing he couldn’t possibly get to keep it. His fingertips delighted in rolling down the delicate nylon. He watched the red stained end loosen around your toes, a mental note to burn them before he continued his undressing.

“Lift your hips, my love. I’ll get you all ready for bed.” As he pressed forward and bent into you so he could slip off the stockings he turned to look at the you in front of him, “And I’ll keep you warm.”

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[vaguely-yandere]

okay okay okay-

i saw your predatory darling that goes soft after fucking their yandere’s brains out post and i absolutely adore sensitive darling so i decided to combine them.

sensitive yandere just trying not to release the loudest moan possible when predatory darling pounces on them. they’re just so overwhelmed and happy and nervous and so, so overstimulated that they just wanna-

they don’t even notice the spots dancing along their vision, the very wet patch on their black pants from how hard/how much they came, the blood dripping down their lips from how hard they had to bite them to restrain themselves bc they didn’t wanna make a fool out of themselves right in front of darling.

and predatory darling’s like “oh… OH” and mentally facepalms bc the signs were all there.

but they’re also happy.

happy because sensitive yandere’s gonna be… entertaining to play with.

sensitive yandere’s having the time of their life — how could they not be on cloud nine? they’re in predatory darling’s home, they’re laying down on darling’s bed with darling, darling’s taking both of their clothes off and there’s a devious glint in their eyes and it’s taking everything in their power to not pass out right then and there.

and when all is said and done, they’re getting pampered??? bathing in predatory darling’s bathtub, being washed by predatory darling themselves???? their hair being run through so slowly and their scalp’s getting massaged so gently they just can’t take it anymore-!

and predatory darling only chuckles before going for a much softer round two right in the bathtub. predatory darling’s cooing right in their ear, showering them with so much sweet praise that sensitive yandere just can’t help but cry and cry and cry. tears of pure joy, of course!

predatory darling’s just kissing all of sensitive yandere’s tears away, and sensitive yandere can’t help but cry even more bc of how good they’re being treated and they’ve never been treated this nicely before.

after sensitive yandere’s all clean and sleepy, they’re just so giddy and clingy to predatory darling as they curl up in bed, with predatory darling comfortingly rubbing sensitive yandere’s back and just generally being soft.

AKA: i wanna peg sensitive yandere so hard they can’t even think of anything (not even me) and give them the love and praise they deserve right after<333

also, can i be poised darling???

poised darling is such a cute name, i love it!!! also, this is no longer a hellsite, it's a hellHOME cause y'all are READING MY DAMN MIND BABYYYY!!!!!!

LOVE pegging yanderes!!!!! will always be encouraging that, i think pegging ur yandere once a day keeps the doctor away! it's good for their health <3

i love predatory darling not even realizing that sensitive yandere is, well, a yandere for a while because they're too busy jumpin em!!!! in many ways! yandere is walking alone in a dark alley? gets pinned by their neck by their darling and has their wallet taken! (you'll give it back dw... after you take the cash) or maybe yandere is, for once, unaware of their surroundings and you scare the shit out of em by grabbing their sides! luckily sensitive yandere recognized your presence and sense before they could attack you because how DARE a random stranger touch the places only darling is allowed to touch???

and i just love how sensitive yandere is so... sensitive! so cute! cumming prematurely or without being properly touched is just so humiliatingly adorable and i love it! just imagining darling grinding against them in a semi public area (maybe in the closet at a party or behind a tree near idk a public area) and the poor yandere is trying so so hard not to moan darlings name loud enough to alert the entire city but it just feels so so good and you're touching them, your hands are hurting them, your touching all their sensitive spots and they just can't help but tense up and whimper as their eyes cross and their teeth sink into the bandaid around their lip (darling is smart and predicted this.. after a scar formed. whoops.) and their legs just squeeze you so so tight and finally, they go limp, already a few tears in their eyes and smile madly when you turn them around for your own pleasure! this round is of course much softer and 100% involves you kissing the back of their neck (which accidentally sets them off again)

of course, that will only happen after the poor yan has done it with you a few times. the first few times are so, so much more humiliating for them and you relish it. because imagine youve got the hots for this random person, right? a person who gives you all the perfect reactions to your teasing, to your random jump scares and they're just so cute and then, one time, you pin them to the wall for some teasing (predatory darling kinda sounds like a bully darling... A BULLY DARLING <3333!!!) and they're desperately trying to escape because fuck, you're so close, they can feel your breath and your warmth and your scent is surrounding them and it's all just like in their dreams and oh god, accidentally cumming in your pants when stalking someone is one thing but when they're barely TOUCHING YOU??? AND CAN SEE IT??? the poor yan is panting, holding back moans, so tense and they're practically trembling and you just think it's funny and when they can feel your laugh and make eye contact with you? gone. it's the first time you touched them for longer than a minute and they came. the pleasure is barely there, getting completely swallowed by humiliation and waiting for you to call them a disgusting perv (which will just make them more turned on but more guilty about it) but instead, you just slowly back up and guide them to the nearest bathroom (if it's in public you luckily have a jacket or bag to hide the very obvious dark mark in front of their pants), your arm around them and when you get there, you gently and oh so sweetly undress them, ensuring there's no one there and the bathroom is locked beforehand, and clean them up with the thin as fuck tissue paper (or incredibly soft tissue paper if ur at home. treat urself <3), kindly reassuring them it's okay and when ur hand touches their junk? their hands are on your shoulders and their knees are buckling and their face is just so red and splotchy and they have tears STREAMING down their face from embarrassment and pleasure and you just quietly chuckle and kiss their head before cleaning up the new mess. you even wash their underwear n pants in the sink! how sweet!

they repay you, of course. if you're at home, they'll get right down on their knees and beg you to use them and if you're in a public bathroom, you best believe they're clinging to you and begging for you to let them "return the favor" some place more sanitary. public bathroom sex IS hot but sensitive yandere insists it's not perfect enough for you. also, they don't wanna kneel on the icky floor but they won't ever admit that to you (unless you ask) cause you might be sadistic enough to make em do it :(

oh and god FORBID you spit on em, don't even get me started on just how nasty sensitive yandere can get !!!! insane levels. if you have a period................ make sure you pretend to care a lot about blood pathogens around them bleh!!!!

[laylatheqhitta]

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope

2. When was the last time you cried?

LITERALLY YESTERDAY LMAO

3. Do you have kids?

HAHA. No.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I reaaally like basketball and badminton in high school. Would unironically love to get back into it with my current friends tbh

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Nooooooo, not at ALL

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their clothes, honestly. I blame the aesthetic attraction.

7. What's your eye color?

Brown!

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. Please and thank you,,,

9. Any talents?

WRITING BABYYYY. It's genuinely my pride and joy that I've come this far to have a healthy self-confidence about it. I'm also pretty organized in just about everything I do and will always have a System to keep track of shit, if that counts as a talent too XD

10. Where were you born?

Wouldn't you like to know?

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, and digital art more recently (lighting esp... my beloved) ^w^

12. Do you have any pets?

No :(

13. How tall are you?

5'7ish. Dunno if I've touched 5'8 or not.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English. Sue me lmao

15. Dream job?

Full-time author without any need for a side-job. Next best thing is a literary editor heh

Thanks for the tag! I'm poking @bebryzy @a-rdentlyy and @red-r0ver!!!

15 questions tag game tagged by @atelierclover!

1. Are you named after anyone?

first name was the name of a saint and my middle name came from my grandma

2. When was the last time you cried?

I am a massive crybaby, I cried like twice today and like nothing even happened to warrant it. I'm the type to cry when I'm happy, even.

3. Do you have kids?

I would really like to have kids one day but, no. maybe one day if I ever get stable enough to take care of them I might try fostering or adopting.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I did kendo for like, half a year.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

sometimes jokingly.

5. What is the first thing you notice about people?

maybe silly, but I guess clothes? I don't normally look people in the face.

7. What's your eye color?

brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

are they mutually exclusive? I guess happy endings..

9. Any talents?

I'm pretty good at coming up with recipes on the fly

10. Where were you born?

in a land of marshes and pines where flowers bloom all year and the sea meets the land

11. What are your hobbies?

video games, gardening, cooking, baking, stargazing, hiking, reading, I watch anime sometimes

12. Do you have any pets?

personally I have one cat, but I live in a multi-generational kind of set up and my family has like, a ton of animals.

13. How tall are you?

5'8"

14. Favorite subject in school?

everything but Math tbh lol I guess, Social Studies, home ec, and Science would be my top picks

15. Dream job?

astronaut or botanist emphasis on "dream" lol

tagging: @mechamagica @valancystirling48 @cyberphuck and anyone else who wants to do it

[bubbleteaa]

It took you long enough [Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader]

it took you long enough;; pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader [HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA-CHAN!<3] fandom: haikyuu!! genres: PURE FLUFF word count: 800<3 a/N: FIRST OF ALL AHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAV SEIJOH BOY<33333 MY BABYYYY AHHH:c i love him so much. I want to give special thanks to @fukuronani (riss my wifey, check her work and support her<3) because she gave me permisson to use one of her manga colourings<3. And I want to thank to my baby @annalyn-annalyn​ for beta reading, ly baby<3! I want to dedicated this to @from-left-to-write (Lee baby<3) because i know how much she love iwa *cough cough* like a lot *cough cough* and to all of my Iwa-chan stans<3. So yeah, I hope you really like this! Please take care of yourself and don’t hesitate to send me a message if you are feeling low, I love you! 

Summary: The first time he says to you the L word.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

His olive-green eyes always expressed what his mouth couldn't let go. Most of the time, especially when he wants to tell you something, he gets so nervous that he always choose to just look at you for minutes and minutes, trying to explain to you what he wants or wants you to know with his light attractive irises.

This was not easy for you, but it was not impossible either. You couldn't pressure him to talk to you about certain things, and you couldn't force him to open up verbally with you. Therefore, you did everything possible to understand his looks, his facial expressions, his touches.

It was as if you had learned another language, almost.

Nor was it as if he did not speak; He just had a hard time saying “You look so beautiful, Y/N”, “I want to cuddle, Y/N, come here”, “Kiss me, Y/N”.

But especially it was hard for him to say “I love you”.

And he loved you too much. He loves you, too much. There are no words to express how much he loves you, how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, how much he longs to build a future with you.

At the beginning of your relationship, the fact that he didn't say the L-word after you did, hurt you. He noticed it and felt guilty. How can he not love you? How can he not adore the color of your eyes, the smell that your body spread off when you hugged him, your lips against his skin? How could he not want to hear your voice, your name, your giggle?

How can he not love you?

His head kept wondering the same thing - listing all the reasons why he was in love with you - as he watched you cook something in his kitchen. He got up from the couch and walked carefully -not wanting to make too much noise-, loving how focused you were on cooking. A warm smile played across his lips when you blinked at him.

“Haji? You good?” your voice was so melodic, but it was nothing compared to how sounds when you just wake up. You were adorable, you were perfect, you were the love of his life. No, not only that, you were everything to him, his world, his life, his other half. You were that then, and you are that now “Are you hungry?”

His mind travels through time. He remembers the first time you spoke to him, the time you confessed your feelings for him, the kisses before the matches, the kisses after the matches, the feeling of your fingers stroking his hair as he cried on your chest because of his insecurities, how you always had the exact words and actions to make him feel better.

He remembers why you here, why both of you are together.

Why you both deserve to continue together.

And why you have to stick together until some supernatural force or death separates you from him.

“I love you”

Time stands still after those three words. He admires how your eyes open and closes slowly, amazed by his words; and he loves you very much, he loves how your lips part and your eyes moisten after he told you what you had expected to hear for years, loves the fact that you cover half of your face with your delicate hands, loves the smell of food you were preparing, loves how good the house feels with your presence.

“I love you with all my heart, baby”

Those words are stronger, now there are tears of fill with excitement and joy covering your cheeks; he loves how you stop cooking and how you walk towards him, loves how you look at him into his eyes, how your lashes look so shiny, how his hands start to clean your tears, how you smile so brightly at him.

“It took you long enough to say it, didn't it?” You want to sound challenging, but you end up sobbing into his chest, holding him tight. Iwaizumi hugs your trembling body, kissing the crown of your head with a smile. He loves how beautiful you look in his arms, loves how good the warmth of your body feels against his, loves to be the man who has the happiness, and the luck to be by your side.

“Yes” he confesses, taking your face and planting a kiss on your soft, pinky lips “I love you very much”

“I love you, Hajime”

“I love you more, Y/N”

He really does.

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