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noxiwrites · 21 days ago

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The new teaching assistant is too hot for his own good, distracting most of the girls in your class. You’re not too bothered by him, he’s just another pretty face- until you get pulled by him for failing the class. It’s every girls wet dream, getting taught by the hot new teacher- and you find yourself slowly falling into a sickly sweet situation.

Warnings ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

Age gap, inappropriate touching, arguments, angst, eventual smut, obsession, hidden relationship, public sex.

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2.3k

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Chatter mulls through the room as you sit quietly at your desk, reviewing some of the content for the final year of your class here. You can tell everyone is excited, the final year of this four year course upon you.

You, on the other hand, were less excited. The pressure of the material was very demanding already and you just wanted to get on top of it, keep it down to a minimum so it wouldn’t collapse your entire life.

A door opens at the back of the classroom and the chatter is suddenly gone, a stiff silence falling over the rest of your classmates as they take in someone who is definitely not your teacher, stood at the desk at the front of the class.

Immediately, you hear the hustles of chatter from all the girls in class as they take in the very obviously handsome man stood waiting. He grins, looking around the room and soaking up the attention. You roll your eyes and scoff, not bothered by his pretty face as you look down to review the material for what felt like the ten millionth time.

“Okay guys, enough chatter, let’s get started,” his voice scratches at the back of your brain, something about the way he sounds making you turn all mushy.

“So, you’re probably wondering where Dr.Mendez is, right?” A murmur of agreement washes the room and you glance upward, watching as his hands clasp around a book, stance all flexed as he leans against the edge of the desk. You can see him scanning the room and your eyes meet for a second, him flashing you a brief smile before you’re looking back down, again.

He’s hot. He’s making you all flustered, no doubt like all the other girls in the class- and it frustrated you. You’re just here to learn.

“Well he’s swamped with other classes this year so I’m stepping in to teach, you’re stuck with me,” you can hear the smugness in his tone, basking in the attention from the girls fawning over him.

“I’ll die a happy woman stuck with you, sir,” a whiny voice giggles from behind you and you already know it’s Kendra, a self centered bitch who has done nothing but make your life living hell while being in this class.

He laughs, thanking her, before moving on. You look up again, watching him as he strides around the desk to take a seat on the front of it and opening the book in his hands.

“I’m Rafe by the way. I’d prefer if you guys just called me that,” he looks around the room, thumbing the page he’s currently on as he takes in the entire class. Again, your eyes meet and he smiles again, something you don’t return as you expectantly wait for him to move on with the class.

“Right, so, I’ve been filled in on what you guys have been learning for the past three years, and this is your last year, yeah? Very important.” A chorus of further murmurs flow from the class and Rafe, now you know his name, nods. He slaps his knee, standing as he walks back to his laptop, clicking some buttons before it connects to the large projector.

“I won’t keep you waiting then, let’s get started shall we?”

By the end of the three hour class, you’re exhausted. You’re so ready to climb into your car and get home, climb into bed and have a fat nap. As usual, you’re one of the last to leave class, hating getting caught in the throngs of people all leaving with the same goal as you.

Kendra and her cronies are stood talking to Rafe at his desk as she giggles and twirls her hair around her finger about something he’s saying, and you roll your eyes as you shove your book bag further onto your shoulder and descend the steps down the the bottom of the class.

It really makes you want to scoff, how fucking sleazy she is- really, the guy has just started to teach the class and she’s already trying to get her claws into him. You wonder, sometimes, how she managed to get into an advanced class, but then you remember she was born into money, her perfectly bleached blonde hair and always perfectly manicured nails reminding you of that.

“See you later,” you hear Rafe say and you turn, to see his focus completely on you instead of Kendra. Her scowl could kill if it were possible, mad that his attention is on you rather than her. You smile and nod, waving goodbye before rushing for the door and leaving.

It’s cold out in the parking lot, and you regret parking your car at the far side this morning when you were in a better mood. You’re thankful, however, that this is your only class today and you can just go home and sleep.

The drive to your apartment only takes fifteen minutes, traffic light as a slight drizzle begins to fall on your windscreen, rolling your window down to scan your badge to get into your estate gate.

Your cat greets you through the window of your ground flat as you pull into the parking spot in front of it, turning the engine off and grabbing your stuff before rushing to the door, leaving down to greet whiskers as you close the door.

“Let’s go to bed, eh?” You ask, and he purrs, following you down the hall. When you’re finally relaxed in bed, you find yourself thinking of the new teaching assistant, wondering if he knows what he’s signed himself up for.

“Good morning guys, we ready to start?” Rafe asks the room, cup of something steamy in his left hand. You can hear Kendra giggle from behind you and you just know she’s twirling her hair in her fingers, which makes you sigh.

Today, your friend, Molly, had decided to turn up. You’re grateful, telling her about yesterdays events in a hushed tone as her eyes grow wider the further you tell.

You drop your eyes down to Rafe to see him setting up his PowerPoint again, clicking away on his keyboard.

“Yeah and he literally said goodbye to me, and she was all like grrrr and scowley like? I didn’t do anything,” you tell her, Molly flashing a frown over her shoulder to signify her displeasure. She hates Kendra just as much as the next person.

“To be fair, he is very attractive. I’d be mad if I put that much into my appearance and you stole his attention just like that,” she snaps her fingers to give you an idea of what she means and you blush. You definitely didn’t steal his attention, he was just saying goodbye. Right?

You both fall into silence as Rafe begins talking to the class about different formulas, all the basic stuff that you noticed at the beginning of the content paper. This class is shorter, only being an hour and a half, before you’ve got another class in the afternoon with another teacher.

As you work through the slides, you find yourself glancing at Rafe more and more. You had to give it to him, he was very attractive. Buzzed hair, sharp jawline and sparkly eyes that everytime they looked into your own, sent you dizzy.

Alas, he was your teacher. It begged the question in the back of your head of how old he was, because he didn’t look much older than you to be honest. The slides soon come to an end, Rafe clapping his hands as he thanked everyone for turning up today. Everyone grapples to leave, Kendra hanging by his desk as he lazily entertains her while typing away on his computer.

You bid Molly goodbye as she rushes off out the door, desperate to see her boyfriend before he goes to his next class, leaving you to pack your things as you earwig on what Kendra is saying.

“I think I could do with some extra tutoring, Rafe,” she twirls her hair around her finger again, eyes blazing down at him. Rafe grins, laughing up at her before going back to his computer.

“You’re fine Kendra, I reviewed your papers from last year. No tutoring needed,” you can practically hear the sarcasm from here, and you’re sure Kendra is one more comment away from bursting into tears and ringing her father because the teacher won’t fuck her.

“Oh, okay. If you say so Rafe, but I’m always free,” she scrapes her fingers along his desk, and act that makes you wince as you walk down the steps.

“See you next week, Rafe,” she drawls, before throwing you a scowl, leaving the classroom. You’re about to follow, not wanting to stop and chat, but Rafe does so anyway.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to speak to you, actually,”

You turn on the spot, swallowing despite suddenly having a dry mouth. You walk back, standing in front of his desk as he closes his laptop and smiles up at you.

“I uh, had a look at your papers from last year,” he begins, but you can’t help your mind from racing already.

“What? I’m not doing anything wrong am I?” You ask, words rushing out of your mouth like you’re spewing.

Rafe shakes his head, eyes never leaving yours. “No, no. I just think you’re lacking some certain aspects that could definitely help you be the top of the class,”

You breathe out, not realising you weren’t breathing at all. He grins, lazily, as he begins to toy with the edge of one of the books on his desk.

“I think I can help you be the best. I’d like to tutor you, if you’d like the help. You can say no and still pass the class but I think the extra help will get you to the top,” he concludes, fingers dancing along the edge of the book.

“I uh, I don’t know. I don’t think that’s very fair one other students,” you quip, pushing your bag up your shoulder. As you do, your skirt pulls up your legs a bit more and you see the brief second his eyes flicker down, before looking back up at you and gulping.

“I can see that, yes. I just think you have the most potential,” you eyes wander back down to his hand, now playing with the edge of the book, other moving up to rest under his chin.

He has nice hands, you think, and immediately want to slap yourself. He’s your teacher.

“Uh, thank you?” It comes out as more of a question and Rafe laughs, circling the edge of the book. You have to pry your eyes away from it.

“You can think. Let me know next Monday, after class. Have the rest of the week.” You nod meekly, smiling lightly at him as you bid him goodbye, heading for the door.

“Oh, and before I forget, make sure you read up on pages one hundred to one hundred and sixty for next week. I know you like to get ahead.”

“You’re going to say yes, right? I mean it’s a no brainer,” she continues, rambling. Truth is, the more you’ve thought about it, the more appealing it sounds. You’d love to be top of the class, make your dad proud, and rub it in Kendras face, like a reminder that money can’t buy grades.

“Like imagine? What if he tries to make a move on you, I mean look at you? Why would he not? Oh my god, this is perfect,” she almost yells, before taking a sip of her wine. You’d not actually thought about that part of it, choosing to mostly ignore it.

But then, if that were his motive, who would he ask you and not Kendra? She was the better option for something like that. You would like to think that it wasn’t one of those deals, that he actually wanted to help you, and that was the part that was convincing you.

“I think I’m gonna say yes, but just for the tutoring, I wanna get better grades,” you tell her, taking a sip of your own glass of wine. Whiskers jumps down from the windowsill next to you, fawning around in your lap before collapsing down and falling asleep. You scratch his head, looking over at your friend who wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“But you wouldn’t turn him down if he made a move, no?”

“I don’t know Mol, he’s just another pretty face to me,” you say, looking over at the tv. You were trying to watch twilight, until you got distracted by rambling Molly who only comes out after some wine.

“Cmon, he’s so totally into you! Turning down Kendra to then offer the exact same thing to you,” she declares, pushing your shoulder back. You have to admit, there may be some truth in her statement, because why would he do that for you but not her?

“I just hope I actually get taught what I’m missing,” you say, causing Molly to roll her eyes. “You’re not missing anything, you’re already one of the top in the class, he just likessss you,” she drawls the likes, making you giggle at her as you bite the edge of your wine glass, contemplating the pros and cons of letting Rafe be your tutor.

You’re going to do it.

Note ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ Hello!! First series I’m actually excited to write ! Teacher Rafe is just 🤩 much love, let me know what you think <3

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allilcat · 9 months ago

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Ive been noticing an increase amount of Dreamtwt refugees, and let me preface with saying: Welcome!!! Genuinely, we lovingly welcome you to this happy lil community.

That being said, Tumblr is confusing, between the big etiquette book and the interface that hasn’t changed since 2008 there is a lot to learn. So this is my little attempt to a welcome guide tailored to our lil dream community! Feel free to add your own recommendations and stuff.

Tumblr is a Blogging site, a goog ol relic from ye olden days, your ‘profile’ is your blog, and you can put anything you like on there! However, please do change your avatar and background, we have a massive bot issue here and we tend to auto block someone with a standard avatar.

The main tags for the dream team are as follows: - just their entire usernames, but, those do get hooped up in controversy from time to time. -Dreamblr for the content creator dream

-Dreblr, for C!Dream

-404blr for CC George

-pandasblr for CC Sapnap

-Dtblr for the Dream team

PLEASE REFRAIN FROM USING: #Dream, that’s for people actually posting about their dreams, and #myct as it is mostly used for general MYCT stuff, we prefer to stick to our own spaces.

‘how do I find people?’ you go to any of these tags, find someone you vibe with and click ‘follow’. The algorithm here sucks, and we don’t advice the ‘for you’ page.

On that note, the ‘like’ button is useless, use reblog instead! If you like someone’s hot take, art or stupid shit post, REBLOG. Its how we keep our fandom alive and active here :D

When you reblog you usually keep your comments in the tags, one only really uses the comment section when they DON’T want to reblog. (usually because of le discourse).

Send people asks! People love to chit chat, you can do it anonymously! Tell that one artist youd love to have their brain for lunch! Engage with everyone! We love discussion and open communication here. (prob since there is no real word limit to posts)

Tumblr has developed a nice ‘block liberally, no need to make a fus’ culture. You can block someone for any reason, and it really isn’t a big deal.

On the Tumblr is more relaxed note, we tend to be more relaxed on CC boundaries, since most CC’s do not use twitter. If you don’t like people breaking CC boundaries, even in places where they cant see it, follow the advice above and blockkkkk!!!

Please spell out words! Don’t censor triggering words at it can fuck with people’s filter settings, by censoring these words you put people in more risk.

Now for some technical advice: Most tumblrina’s turn on ‘hide likes and follower count’ . Any blog can have 4 people following it or 4000, we like to keep it mysterious.

Also turn of ‘best content first’- once again, the algorithm is not to be trusted.

Furthermore, you can really personalize your Tumblr experience and please do! Under ‘account’ you can find many options to filter the content you see, make use of it, for your mental health sake.

#Dreamblr #404blr #pandasblr #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #dtblr

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relaxxattack · 1 year ago

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ok yeah lots of memes about how the shitty new UI is literally a direct carbon copy of twitter and we hate it because of that, yea yea

here’s some actual/extra reasons why the UI itself is shitty beyond the fact that it’s stolen from twitter (in just my personal opinion)

it’s claustrophobic as hell. the old UI felt breathable, felt like you could scroll and actually look at your posts, and now there’s enough shit going on on one page that it actually gives me a headache. (i’ve heard other people say this as well, so maybe it’s not just me that’s overstimulated by all the fucking noise on the dash?)

the ‘dash sorting’ (for you / your tags / what you missed) is way too high up the page now and appears crowded against the top where things like the bookmarks bar are on most browsers. not that anything in this new UI isn’t crowded.

i’ve seen it mentioned plenty already, but there’s quite a lot of unnecessary duplication-- as in, the same buttons that exist in the new left navigation panel show up on the right in blog view, which is just completely annoying and unneeded clutter.

the fact that post interaction options are all on the right side of the posts, but dashboard navigation is now all pushed to the far left of display, is extremely annoying. i’m right-handed, so it’s extra annoying for me to have to constantly go all the way over there. maybe that’s easier for left-handed people, but if the case was supporting diversity, why not just put an option in dashboard preferences to switch the side of ALL the controls? because the post interactions are still on the right.

while we’re on the subject-- tumblr’s original design was actually MUCH more intuitive and easy to navigate. the reason for this is that everything you needed to click was in one small area. you scroll up and down the dash, move slightly up to navigate (home/asks/notifications) and slightly down to the side to interact with a post (reblog/reply). extremely simple, easy to use, even ‘lazy + addicting’, which is what all social media studio exes are supposed to want right now. changing the ui to actually be more work and more frustrating to navigate seems completely opposed to what their obvious business strategy should be.

tumblr’s original design was also much more breathable, with the small icons in the corner looking organized and not taking up much space, and lots of room for the posts themselves to be the main attraction.

there’s the fact that copying someone else’s brand entirely actually just puts you in a bigger, wider pool with much more competition, and makes you much more likely to immediately fall short of that and go bankrupt.

tumblr's original purpose was to be geared toward blogs, and these updates, along with the writing on the wall about blog themes being completely phased out soon, is completely against the original purpose. although sometimes website purposes change for the better, so take that as you will.

and finally the obvious point that you can tell from all the memes: this change is almost universally hated by the core tumblr userbase-- aka the site’s loyal consumers for years and years. driving out their main demographic seems like a very obvious, very quick way to lose a lot of fucking money. they also did this “carbon copy of twitter” update literally just a week after sitewide protest about the idea of this site being anything like twitter, so it feels like a massive Fuck You to literally all of the users. tumblr is rapidly approaching their trust thermocline, and show no sign of slowing down.

these are just my opinions about the ui, and i’m only one person. so feel free to add on other design flaws you think people should be aware of or able to mention! i will probably also be submitting this post as feedback to staff, and will be taking their surveys when i can as well.

#tumblr

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anantaru · 2 years ago

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cw. none, established relationship, gn! reader

for each date you have with kaveh, he covertly collects a little something which would randomly meet his eyes throughout the length of the day— it didn‘t matter to him if it was something small off the ground or minuscule in its entirety, of insignificant importance to the people crossing paths with you.

so, what about a pretty flower or a random stone on the edge of the sideway? he realizes it's perfect— indistinctly beautiful.

or a sudden fallen leaf which traverses right on top of your head he now, obviously, has to fish out of your hair— all awkwardly and shy, while kaveh was the first to grunt out in frustration because his hand kept being too shaky, too difficult, unable to free you off the featherlight leaf tangled in your pretty hair.

but then he realizes something, something he had never really thought about more throughout; what about that smile you hold close to your heart? the precious split that you only show once in a while— but with him, you were proudly wearing it all day long, again and again, lips easily formed with the corners trailed upwards and glued on your face.

there's a brief moment in time where kaveh thinks you stopped moving altogether as the world was silenced and frozen within itself, it's when his soft eyes cross your own and shocker, unmistakably he couldn‘t feast himself satiated off your smile— face and eyes, so kaveh made sure to grab a camera on your next date, yet be warned, he didn't tell you about it nor mentioned it— aside from that, the camera was not just a random one, but a particular exemplar that he had once purchased off a wandering seller from the nation of justice, with money he certainly could‘ve saved up.

a transient second on your following date carved in a flawless harness for his mission, his digit nervously hovering over the button and kaveh was certain he had to be a little sneaky with it.

most memorable remembrances usually develop in midst the unplanned and coincidental— in his eyes, catching a moment so pure and candid, so sweet and warm, without any unnecessary posing nor real awareness, was so much more beautiful and preferable than anything else.

*click* *click* *click*

you‘re turning around in confusion from the sudden three flashes of light concealing your view, "what the?!" and quietly wonder what your lover has been up to now or where he had gotten that awfully expensive camera from, "why?!"

"because.." kaveh lifts his chin and brushes away an unruly strand of hair as he sighs out.

"i needed something that i'm certain would exist forever."

"..."

"don't look at me like that!"

"like what?" you question, slanting your head to the left as you watched his usual expression divulge into that of a soft one— a kind but easily flustered shade, "like you‘re about to say something weird again."

a giggle, expelled and kindly slipped past your lips, "you‘re cute kaveh." and his heart stammers when you lean an inch closer to hide yourself in his neck, "just let me have this one."

2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

#kaveh x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaveh x you #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact kaveh x reader #kaveh fluff #genshin impact kaveh #kaveh x y/n #genshin impact imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles

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eggburtisme · 4 months ago

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This is not a website com .com codes/ what i found

so, for the website after the countdown finally ended, you're met with a computor made by mcgucket. Awaiting a code.

There are already many known codes, not only through discord, but also reddit, tiktok, and other social media platforms.

I'm going to list as many as I can find so many people can get as much content as possible, I will also explain/ show what occurs for most codes if people cannot (for some reason) access the website itself.)

I'm going to start with some that you might not think of right away.

GIFFANY

typing "giffany" will give nothing but 2 sentances. stating that there are procotions to keep AI off this device. (Also proving that giffany is 'gone')

MASON

Because of his nickname being what he prefers, Dippers real name wouldn't be the first thing anyone thinks of.

But typing it in gives this note written by Dipper himself

I feel like 'solving' the anagrams could be done easily for anyone, so I will not tell. (Just for fun)

WEIRD

Picture not provided, because what is given is in a video format.

If you use 'weird' as a code you will get a video from weird al' pretty much being... himself.

ALEX

Sends you to a tab searching for flannels

STAN/ STANLEY (multiple times)

Looking up Stans name is easy enough, but if you look it up multiple time,( you wont only get multiple ebay listings) you will get a 'letter' called 'THE WHEEL OF SHAME'

Many things can be speculated here, but once again. I'm just here to show everything.

YES or NO

'yes' will give a... question.It caught me off guard personally. Just says 'what's mcguckets favorite soday?'

But, no is more a responce to when Bill was asking you to join him

Other things like 'rizz' or 'matpat' are like the others. 'rizz' is just Bill(?) saying he's going to pour acid on you, and 'matpat' will show a video of Matpat himself telling us how we will have to solve this ourselves.

Now, I want to look at the surroundings before I continue (Because I'm very tired and clicking on my laptop screen is easier than having to guess random things)

clicking on-top of the computor will show this letter, from the man himself. (Mcgucket)

the knife

The 'BoB' itself

Glass bottle

Golden tooth

computor nob (will just get static)

I have heard from others they heard voices talking to them, after multiple trys however, I didn't hear anything.

DISCO GIRL/ BABBA

Both codes with have the audio of Dipper singing disco girl. This audio clip has been on youtube for awhile.

youtube

(Not the full song is played though.)

Now, I'll make a list of all (obvious) codes

DIPPER

STANLEY/ STAN- sends you to multiple ebay listings for things stan is known to have/ like

Like i mentioned before, inputing stans name multiple times will give you the wheel of shame.

STANFORD/ FORD/ SIXER- You'll receive a medical record talking about Fords Polydactyly and how smart he is.

We could have finally known is age, but noooooooo. Thanks Alex.

BILL- send you to another youtube video. this one being a sesame street video/ song

youtube

BILL CIPHER- I originally thought that 'Bill' and 'Bill Cipher' would be the same, but 'Bill Cipher' actually brings you to a wikipedia page.

MABEL- press the button multiple times and you'll get stickers around the room!

SOOS- You get a VERY long message from the one and only!

Notes like his are probably scrapped pages for the end of the BoB

GIDEON- a link to sweat resistant bolo ties

ROBBIE- I realllllyyyy like thi one. It's a chatlog between Robbie and Thompson, and their plans to summon Bill.

Bill's a freak

OK SO, I took a break for the past couple hours and learnt more things. But since this post is allll over the place I'll make another post. (About Bills questionair)

Thank you so much for reading!!!

#Youtube #gravity falls #gravity falls book #gravity falls book of bill #gravity falls lore #gravity falls bill cipher #bill cypher #gravity falls codes #thereisnowebsitecom.com #arg #bill ci the triangle guy #triangle #lore #codes

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nkirukaj · 7 months ago

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The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (19)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activities

Genre: ANGST/Fluff SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 8K

<Chapter 18

19. I Didn't Know

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Alastor knew who it was at his door. He got the feeling that he always got when she was around. He wanted her to be there, but he didn’t want her to know that he wanted her there, so he acted nonchalant when he allowed her in.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said, his tone betraying nothing as she entered with a large basket on her arm, with two bottles sticking out of the top. One is filled with a light pink liquid and the other has something much darker inside.

“I heard you like Rye from a certain cat.” She shakes the bottle and places it on Alastor’s end table between two chairs in front of the fireplace.

Voe had on a hot pink suit and a button-up v-neck peaking out from under it, likely from the fashion line that she spoke of so fondly, The click of her heels and the crackling fire are the only sounds heard inside the room as she makes herself comfortable, sitting in the armchair across from him.

“I came to apologize to you,” she takes two glasses out of the basket “I am so sorry that I compared you to your father, you are nothing like the person that caused you so much pain and trauma,” she hands Alastor the glass “And this is my peace offering,”

Alastor reaches for the bottle, examining it “Did you procure this from behind the bar?”

Voe shakes her head vigorously “I bought this, very aged and very expensive,”

He pops the bottle open and runs it under his nose “Hm, seems good quality,”

“Only the best for Alastor,” she grins at him

He raises an eyebrow, she seemed sincere in her apology and is doing her best to please him. Alastor pours the whiskey into the glass. Voe finally exhales.

“I’d also like to take this moment to apologize for everything else I’ve done,” she seemed somewhat worried

“And what else have you done?”

She shakes her head “Just everything. The general person that I am,”

“Oh well, that’s something of a cop-out. Don’t apologize for who you are, you don’t see me doing that,”

“That’s because you’re not sorry,”

His eyes glint in the light of the fire “Right. And you aren’t either,” He throws back a shot of the whiskey “You’re only saying that because you think that’s what people want to hear. Apologize for your actions, not your personality,”

She tries to look anywhere but him, in fear that she will feel…something. In truth, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling, but it was a mix of embarrassment, joy, self-consciousness, confidence, and bliss whenever she saw his face. He was gorgeous, in a dark and twisted way. What did that say about her?

Alastor slams down the glass “Whatever is on your mind?”

She waves him off “Nothing,”

“I do not like the lies,”

Voe rolls her eyes and scoffs.

“Vera…”

There it was again. She preferred when people down here called her Voe, except for Alastor. The way he spoke her name was like the same feeling of smelling fresh gasoline in a car, ultra-satisfying. It made her feel quite ticklish on the inside.

“You,” she finally spits out “I’m just thinking about you,”

Alastor’s grin spreads further “My my, what a wonderful way to fill one’s mind. What do you think of me?”

“That you’re…gorgeous, and that I don’t know exactly what I’m feeling when I look at you,”

He seems pleased with the answer as he fills up his glass once more, humming. Voe takes out the bottle she’d brought for herself and sets it on the table next to Alastor’s rye. She pops it open and pours a glass for herself.

“You love the color pink,” Alastor sets down his glass “Tell me why,” he leans forward, resting on the armrest

She’s caught off guard by this but already has a prepared answer “I feel emotions much more intensely than most people that I’ve ever met. And I process and understand them a lot differently as well. One of the things I was asked when I was evaluated for my autism, was ‘How would you describe how happiness feels inside you?’, and I told her that it felt like a pink sparkle rising from my stomach to my chest. This was the first time that I had ever put it into words. After that, I realized that I associate pink with happiness so I do my best to surround myself with that color. And I do my best to be happy,” She drinks from the glass. When she looks back down, she sees Alastor staring at her with an expression of admiration and joy on his face. He starts clapping and Voe looks away, somewhat embarrassed, wondering if she’d said too much.

“I must say, I’ve never heard anything like that before,”

“Yeah well whatever,” her cheeks are the same color as her clothes as she pours herself another glass

“You don’t have to be embarrassed around me, darling,” his closed-lipped smile sent flutters through her stomach. She watched him down another glass “I’ve seen your body, show me your soul,” he snickers at his own little joke

She downs another “I really do think you’re beautiful,” she blurts “I didn’t just say it to make you feel better about you being mixed. I meant that,”

“Well I’m glad to know that you think so highly of me, rightfully so,” His long fingers rim the glass as he stares at his female counterpart

“That’s my Alastor,” Voe says, a slight slur to her speech

He raises his eyebrows “Your Alastor? My dear, I thought we agreed that we didn’t own each other,”

The doe has a michievous smile on her face, she shakes her head “No, we agreed that you didn’t own me,” a shit-eating grin spreads across her face

He’s impressed by this loophole “Clever, but it takes more than words to own me, darling,”

She rolls her eyes “I don’t need to do anything,” she snickers at him, and he merely squints back to hide the fact that she was absolutely right.

Alastor gives her outfit a once over “Just telling you, you would look ravishing in the color red,” he purrs taking another shot

“That’s your color,” she taps her fingers

“I know,” his grin turns evil as he stares her down

She points at him “Okay, but if I wear red, then you have to wear pink, deal?”

Alastor laughs heartily, a laugh track coming from somewhere in his body “Definitely not,”

“Oh well, there goes me wearing the color red,”

“Are you that stubborn?”

“How am I stubborn that I want something in return, and our terms to be laid out clearly and preferably in writing? Is that stubborn?”

“No,” he admits “It’s smart,”

Voe smirks “Well I’m glad to know you think so highly of me, rightfully so,”

Alastor examined her body language, her legs crossed, her blazer unbuttoned, and one hand lying in her lap while the other classily handled her glass. Her eyes are big and bright as she lets her hair do the talking with its hue and size. She was breathtaking, but this he kept to himself.

“You know,” she says holding the glass gracefully between her fingers. Her nails clink against it “I spent all this time thinking that deep down I was secretly just a little tortured baby, just because I didn’t feel very good about myself,” she begins cackling “But now I think I finally get it. I’m just not a very nice person!” She calms down “I think I could be a good person, but not a nice one. You get me?”

Alastor swallows another shot, the sensation burning his chest in a pleasurable way. He nods in response to her question.

“You were right,” he says his voice devoid of its usual filter, sounding a little unsteady “about me being cruel. I know I am.”

She laughs “I know that!” She takes a breath “And I adore you regardless,” she looks up at him “Does that make me crazy?”

“Do I look like an indicator of sanity my dear?” And they laugh like banshees

“And I wouldn’t change a thing about you,” Voe sighs once they settle down from their laughter

Alastor absorbs this comment, this was something new. For his entire existence, the only person who didn’t want to change something about him was his mother, and she didn’t know everything that he was. Even dear Charlotte wanted him to change as a means of redemption. It was very refreshing to find someone who knew him- all of him -and still enjoyed him exactly the way he was, there was Rosie, of course, but he didn’t feel the same with her, this feeling this tie he had with Voe felt much deeper. He had waited years before deciding Rosie was appropriate to trust, but with Voe it came so naturally, that he wondered why.

Alastor felt the warmth of the liquor taking over his body. Something in him must have physically shifted because Voe seemed to have taken notice as well.

He puts his glass down and kneels in front of her, holding her hand

“I want you to be mine, my doe.”

“I am.” She states plainly “You don’t have to own me for that to be true.”

“I want to make sure you never leave.”

“Can’t you trust me?” He is quiet. “No man will ever own me in a literal sense. But I promise Alastor, I’m yours.” the words hurt her to say. She knew what Vox had told her, and she had to think of what was more important to her, this relationship or this career. She places her hand on his face. Alastor removes it and holds it in his large clawed hands.

“I need you to know something, Vera,” She looks up at the mention of her name “The day I first asked for your soul, and you asked for mine, I-“ he swallows his words

“What?”

“At the time it was said in jest, but since then I’ve considered giving it to you,”

“What? Why??”

“Because,” he looks at her “you are no ordinary sinner. You are my doe and there’s no one I’d rather have it,”

“I- I don’t want to own you, I-“

“I’m not done.” She closes her mouth and looks at him “But I can’t give it to you because-“ he looks away. She reaches for his face and turns it over to her

“Take your time,”

“I can’t give it to you because…someone already owns it”

Voe is taken aback “You-?” He nods “Oh my gosh! Alastor! How did you- Why did- What did-“ He looks up at her filled with shame and embarrassment, and she returns his gaze with compassion “This must be eating you up inside,”

He shuts his eyes tightly and opens them once more. She stops and thinks about how this would be prime information that the Vees might desire. This is the big drop they were looking for. She’d done it. She’d gotten the information that could destroy the Radio Demon once and for all. All she had to do now was tell them. But when she looked down in front of her, she didn’t see him. There was no Radio Demon, there was only Alastor—Mama’s boy from New Orleans, who loves jazz and stupid puns. Whose dream was to be on the one medium where how he looked didn’t matter, and he was holding onto her hand.

He stares at her fingers as if they were made of gold. Voe begins cackling hysterically, pulling her hand back to her chest. She laughs until she can’t breathe, her skin is pink, and tears roll down her cheeks. She falls to her knees beside the Radio Demon.

“Why do you look at me like that?” She asks through tears. Her chest is heavy with the weight of her choices. “I’m a giant walking, red flag!” she exclaimed.

“Vera… Look at me,” he commanded, and she complied. Her ears perked up as she heard him say her name. He grabs her face and stares directly into her eyes

“Darling, red is my favorite color,” he said grinning evilly, and leaned in, breathing against her tears, then taking his tongue and dragging it up her face.

Her jaw falls open and he begins cackling alongside her. She grabs his face and licks him right back.

He licks her jawline and she licks his neck. He licks her collarbone, slowly this time. She stares at his throat and carefully removes his bowtie, then carefully unbuttons the top of his shirt. Her eyes shift upward and he looks down at her hands.

“Go on,” he says, and she pulls apart the shirt to reveal the top of his pecs, which she then drags her tongue across.

Instantly, Alastor’s hands were undoing the buttons on her blouse, throwing back her suspenders, and reaching inside to unsheathe her breasts. She gasps as he drags his tongue down from her collarbone to her breasts, stopping at the nipple. He sucks on it, giving it his full attention. She looks down at him in arousal and presses his head closer, as he sucks on each nipple harder and harder. Her heat dripped with each second, so much that she was sure it would show through her pants. He stares at her with intention as his tongue circles her nipple inside his closed mouth.

Once he finally releases her breast she reaches for his warmth, the cool air now hitting her nipples even harder with Alastor’s saliva still left on them. She lets out a whine, her hands looking for something to grasp

“Shhh” he puts his finger to her lips. He removes his shirt and pulls her towards him. She sticks out her tongue and Alastor catches it with his own. He lowers his head removing her pants and panties, excited to continue his trend of licking.

Alastor could feel the heat of her cunt on his face, he exhales, adding some heat of his own, sending a shiver up Voe’s spine. “Are you ready?” he asks Southern accent on full display

“Yes,” she moans

Alastor licks the dripping liquid from her slit, eliciting a moan from Voe, he then looks up at her, her pupils dilated, eyes full of lust. His tongue slithers inside her folds, thick and wet. He tasted her juices from every angle. Her body twitches from the insertion and her hips buck upwards as his tongue curls inside her. He removes his tongue, eyes meeting her and whispers “Ma belle biche. Le soleil ne signifie rien quand vous êtes proche. Vous êtes la lune et les étoiles” before reentering her, flipping and pumping his tongue inside her. He pulls his tongue out and starts flicking her clit up and down. Side to side. In circles. And then sucking on it like it was one of her nipples. She pushes his head down, grabbing a fistful of his hair, arching her back as her orgasm gets closer as he sucks, releasing all over his face, into his waiting and open mouth. After licking up the rest, he sits up and wipes his mouth, smirking “Vous êtes absolument délicieuse.”

“You know I don’t know what you’re saying right?” She laughs

He just goes in for another kiss, sliding his tongue down her throat.

She glances down at his crotch “May I? Please? Please?” She begs him “Please? Please?” She is practically drooling at this point.

Alastor looks at her restless tongue and lips, loving the sound of this proud woman begging him for permission, and decides to allow it “Well all right, if you desire it so.” he smirks

Voe smiles and crouches down with her butt in the air, unzipping and removing his trousers and underwear. She marvels at the sight of his cock, then licks the tip of it to which Alastor moans in response. The sound made Voe bite her lip, as Alastor very rarely moaned in her presence. She sticks her tongue out and flicks it up the slit, making another moan slip out. With giddiness, Voe wraps her lips around his thick cock, and Alastor, not used to the sensation leans his head back on the chair behind him and breathes heavily, a deep hum is felt in the vibration of his chest.

Voe pumps his shaft, making sure to make as much contact with her tongue as possible, bobbing her head up and down, while twisting with both of her hands. She feels Alastor’s palm on the back of her head, pushing her down further, and smiles, taking him deeper into her throat. So deep that if she had a gag reflex, it would have been triggered already. More and more she pumps until she feels his thick white liquid coating her throat. She swallows it, with the saliva-covered cock, still in her hands. She releases it, and comes back up, licking his chest and throat once more, and leaving bite marks where anyone could see them. She lifted his head off the seat.

“May I try something new please?”

Alastor is out of breath but musters a short nod. Voe claps in glee as she retakes his newly hard cock in her hands once more, placing it at the perfect angle to lower herself onto. She moans loudly, without a care of who might hear. Alastor twitches inside of her as his head remains on the chair. She lifts his head back up. His smile looks lazy and his eyes are lidded.

“Stay with me okay? I wanna look at you.” She holds his head up as she rides him slowly. His crimson eyes were bright in the darkness, so she had a clear view of them rolling back into his head, and almost dropping back as she let him go for a second. She slaps his cheek “Stay alert okay?” she giggles as her speed increases. His antlers start to grow exponentially and she holds onto them to keep his head up. He closes his eyes and once they reopen, his sclera is now black. She pulls his head down to her and whispers “You wanna know what I’m gonna do now?” he nods very small “Right now, I’m going to spell my name on you. And not my sinner name, my real name okay?” Alastor lifts his head on his own, seeming to have regained control “V-E-R-A.” She curves her hips into the shape of each letter and the buck’s eyes flutter, letting out bleats left and right “Now,” she whispers once more “I’m going to spell your name okay?” he doesn’t respond and she holds his face to look at her “Okay?” she asks for confirmation

“Y-yes.” he sputters

“Good boy.” she kisses his temple and slowly, agonizingly traces the letters with her hips “A…L…A…S…T…O…R” she smirks once again.

Alastor lifts his head and sees the chain that bears his name hanging from her neck, moving along with her body, he follows the letters on the chain as she spells his name out loud. Unable to take the sensation anymore, he flips them so Voe is on her back. Alastor licks at her lips and she grants him access to the inside of her mouth. They kiss sloppily as he thrusts inside her slowly and forcefully, making her feel what he was feeling just a second ago. Still reeling from the stimulation, Alastor remains silent, saving his breath to be able to thrust and keep himself up. Voe, however, is quite vocal. Moan after moan she lets out, unable to contain herself.

“Yes…yes.” She keeps whispering

His claws are digging into her thighs, adding new wounds to the old ones.

“Alastor,” she calls out and he leans down to hear her “If I could, I would have your baby,” she whispers to him. His eyes widen and his ears stand straight up as he immediately fills her with cum. An uncontrolled grunt slipped past his lips.

Voe laughs her ass off at this reaction, moans in between as she holds onto him, biting his ear.

They lazily got redressed after cleaning themselves up, Voe’s shirt was wrinkled and half unbuttoned, while Alastor only bothered to pull up one of his suspenders, his sleeves were rolled up and he looked so much more casual than usual, he even left his monocle off. They both kept their shoes off, letting their toes and/or hooves free.

“You look awesome right now,” Voe commented

Alastor turned to her with a cheeky close-lipped smile, as if he didn’t hear what she’d said.

“I wish I could take a picture, but you hate being on cameras,” she pouts

“Not all cameras, sweetie,” he breathes out, still feeling the bliss of their previous activities

Voe tilts her head in intrigue as Alastor manifests a 1920s film camera and hands it to her. Voe turns it around in her fingers, examining it. She looks through the viewfinder and sets Alastor into the frame. She lowers it from her eye and looks at it some more.

“Wait, I don’t know how this camera works!” She laughs, filling Alastor with joy.

He didn’t enjoy it when they were upset with each other. If he had his choice, they would never argue again…well, at least not to the point where they wouldn’t want to be around each other. The arguments themselves were pleasurable. He loved her laughter and her smile, he even thought it was more stunning than his own. Alastor reaches out and takes the camera from her, raising it to his eye and snapping a picture of her.

“Wait, did you just take a picture?” he nods “No fair! I didn’t get to pose!”

Alastor grins and raises the camera back to his eye, Voe poses this time with one of her legs up and the other lying down as she leans on her arm. Alastor takes the picture.

“Hmm,” he spoke under his breath

“What?”

“No wonder you’re on billboards. You’re very photogenic,”

Voe’s smile shines brighter than the fireplace.

“Okay, so now let me take a picture of you,” she snatched the camera back “Show me how to use it!” He positions her fingers on the apparatus “Okay, so I just press this?” he nods “Okay great, sit back down!”

She takes many pictures of him in various positions. It seemed like he didn’t even try, he was just effortlessly gorgeous

“Ooh, that’s a good one!” she told him

“Are they not all good ones?” he asked cheekily

Voe rolls her eyes “You know what I mean,” she takes more

Alastor reaches over and takes the camera back “You’ve had enough, I want to take more of you,”

Voe smiles and poses in various ways for him, Alastor can’t help but feel the same warmth in his chest. He was lost so far into his bliss that he didn’t notice Voe staring at him, or listening when he exhaled

“What have you done to me?” but he doesn’t sound regretful, he sounds as if he’s admiring the spell she’s cast on him.

Voe smiles with flattery as he continues to take her picture.

“It’s not my fault you’re like in love with me,” she laughs, certain he wouldn’t understand the reference

Alastor scoffs “I’ve never been in love with anyone,”

Voe blinks in disbelief “Really? Never?” he snaps another

He shakes his head “Never,”

“How old are you?”

Alastor waves her off “I don’t even know anymore, somewhere between 30 and 40?”

She laughs “Really? And you’ve never fallen in love?”

He shakes his head lowering the camera.

“Why?”

He turns to face her “I have never felt the desire to. I’ve met many women, and even when they pique my interest I’ve never desired anything from them. Not a courtship, much less sexual relations,”

“Wait, are you like gay?”

Alastor scrunches his brows “Absolutely not! I have never felt that for any men either!”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“We’ve had sex,”

Alastor Frog blinks “Yes, and?”

“You don’t desire that from me?”

“I quite enjoy your company,”

Voe strolls around the room, lost in thought. Alastor’s eyes followed her, growing frustrated at the lack of attention he was getting from her. He slams his cane on the ground, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looks back at him and inhales, preparing to say something.

“It sounds like you,” she paused “are AroAce.” Alastor tilts his head to the side in confusion “Aromantic asexual.” He still does not understand “Okay, sit down.”

He sits down with a twirl of his cane. “Aromantic means that you do not or very rarely experience romantic attraction. And asexual means the same thing, but for sexual attraction.”

“And how do I know this applies to me?”

“Have you ever felt romantic attraction?”

“No, but that’s because I have more important things to take care of.”

She rolls her eyes “Okay, but never? Romantic attraction doesn’t abide by logic.”

“No. Never.”

“And sexual attraction?”

“I have been enjoying your company.” He blinks at her

“But would you want my ‘company’ if it weren’t mating season?”

He thinks “No. Well, maybe.”

“Okay, well why did you choose me?”

“Because it made the most sense.”

“Okay great! It’s because it works out to you, logically?”

“Well…yes.”

“So it’s not because you find me personally attractive?”

He tilts his head “I find you attractive.”

Voe shuts her eyes “Yes, but are you sexually attracted to me?”

“I don’t understand what you’re asking me. I find you attractive and we have been sexually active.”

“Yes, I know, but when you met me…did you have the thought or desire to have sex with me?”

“No.”

“Did you develop that thought or desire before October?”

“No.”

“And when you did develop that thought, was it because of anything about me specifically? Like were you thinking, ‘She specifically is so hot. I wanna fuck her?”

“Do people think that about other people?”

“Yes! I thought that about you!”

“Oh,” he seems shocked and flattered “Well, no.”

“And are you romantically attracted to me?”

He’s taken aback by the question “What?”

“Like did you think of or desire to start a relationship with me at any point before this moment?” She is asking for an admission of fact, not a declaration of feelings.

“No.”

“But you care about me?”

He thought twice before answering the question “Yes.”

“What exactly do you feel for me?” She asked bluntly

He remained quiet for a long moment. Alastor wasn’t sure how to answer that question, and not knowing things made him very uncomfortable.

“I suppose I’m unsure my dear.”

“Try and describe it. Like you don’t love me right? Do you see me as your friend?”

“Well-“ he stopped himself to think more “No.”

“Okay, so you see me as more than a friend. But not as a lover?”

Alastor’s head was buzzing with all these questions. He’d never really had to think about what he felt about another person, mostly because he hadn’t felt strong feelings for another person like this before Voe. She was more to him than anyone else in Hell, but he couldn’t put his finger on it, it was driving him up the wall.

“I am not sure that I like this conversation very much.”

Voe could sense him getting frustrated. These things were hard to understand, especially for a man like him who was from a time when the only thing you were allowed to be was heterosexual.

“It’s okay,” she kneels before him, gracing his hands in hers “What do you feel for me? Just tell me. In your own words.”

Alastor inhaled, calmed by her gentle hands on his tight ones. Her thumbs carefully glided over his knuckles.

“I feel…” A red tint crawled up his face as he turned away

“Hey,” she whispered, “It’s just me.” Her wide eyes shone brightly in the darkroom “I want to help you understand, but you have to help me understand first okay? I promise it’s just you and me. And that’s how it will stay” She gives him a reassuring smile and he exhales again.

“I feel like I want you around all the time. It’s not romantic, but it’s not just friendly either. I love looking at your face like it’s a painting in a museum. I love hearing you speak like you’re my favorite jazz record. Sometimes, I find myself missing you when you’re not around. I want to touch your skin, hug you, and brush against your hand. I want to run my fingers through your hair. I want to protect you because I can’t bear the thought of losing you.” As he confessed his feelings, his cheeks turned red, and Voe was taken aback and flattered at the same time. She had received many compliments before, but these felt particularly meaningful and rewarding.

"Okay," she stood up and pushed her hair back. "So you can identify as an aromantic asexual."

"Can it be fixed?" he asked, looking up at her in a role reversal that felt strange but comforting.

"No," she replied as she sat beside him, "because you're not broken."

Those words caused his eyes to widen in disbelief. His brain struggled to process the idea that he didn't need to be "fixed." The words bounced around in his head, and he didn't react physically, completely unaware of what he looked like on the outside. It was as if he was short-circuiting. Voe gripped his shoulders and snapped him back to reality.

“What does that mean about the two of us?”

She looks up at him “Nothing. We’re two demons enjoying each other’s presence. Nothing has to change unless you want it to.”

They don’t speak for a few moments.

"I think I know why I'm not afraid of you," she spoke softly, leaning on Alastor's chest as they sat in the dark room.

"And just why is that?" His chin rested on her forehead, raising an eyebrow.

"Because I see you," she said. "I see past your showy flashes of power and your need to be larger than life. I don't know why, but I just see you as a man. I mean, how many people have said 'I think the Radio Demon is a cutie'? Exactly. No one. But I do. I think you're cute and soft and squishy," she squeezed him a little. "Because I see you. I don't know if that bothers you or not."

She pressed her hand on his chest, but he didn't respond. He was scared of his thoughts because the truth was that it didn't bother him at all.

“And by the way,” he looked down at her once more “You can have romantic feelings without romantic attraction,”

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Once the clock struck midnight, Voe’s phone vibrated on the end table and lit up in the darkness. The light cut through her sleep mask, illuminating an entire half of the room. Voe reaches for her phone blindly, sitting up once it’s in her hands. She lifts her eye mask to read the name of the sender.

Vox.

Voe looks over her shoulder at Alastor on the other side of the bed, knocked out cold, ears twitching. She does her best to be silent as she opens the message and reads:

Hey gal pal! What’s new? 😉

Voe rolls her eyes. She looks back at Alastor sleeping so soundly. He looked so sweet, as he breathed in and out letting out a soft fawn squeak. She turns back to her phone smiling to herself.

Nothing.

Voe stares at her phone in anticipation, waiting as the typing bubbles pulse on the screen. Finally, Vox sends his reply.

👍

And that was it. Her heart sank into her stomach. She sat staring at the phone, waiting for something, anything to let her know what that meant, but nothing came. She laid her phone face down on the nightstand, lowered her eye mask, and scooched toward Alastor’s tall frame, putting her cheek against his cheek and spooning him from behind. Whatever happened next, would be worth it or this.

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Voe was tense for the entire morning and afternoon. Checking her phone every second, imagining it vibrating when it wasn’t, checking it over and over again expecting to see some correspondence from Vox or Velvette, maybe even from Valentino, but again there was nothing. When Voe was still checking her phone at around 11 AM that’s when it was plucked from her fingers by sharp red ones. Her head darted up toward the thief and of course, it was Alastor.

“Your eyes have been glued to this tiny picture box all morning, my dear. It’s beginning to get annoying,” he commented, holding the phone as if it were revolting to him “Why don’t we send that somewhere you can’t reach it,” and it disappeared with a clap of his hands

“Hey! Give it back,”

Alastor touches his chin “No, I don’t think I will, technology rots the brain, my dear. Keep your eyes on something valuable, like me,” his grin widens when he looks at her

Voe relaxes a bit “Sounds like you’re jealous of a smartphone,” she smirks

“Anything that takes your attention away from me is bound to spur jealousy, darling,”

She plays along “Well, that makes sense, my attention is precious and hard to come by. So it’s quite special,”

“We definitely agree there,” he pulls her by her hips, and her anxiety and tension melt away once his hands make contact with her body

By late afternoon she had completely forgotten about her phone and Vox as Alastor held her attention. Telling corny jokes and puns that had her laughing her ass off. His grin touched his ears as he watched her doubling over with laughter.

“Okay okay, it’s only funny because it’s stupid,”

“Nope! It’s funny because it’s funny!” he folds his hands over his knees, snickering himself

She snorts with laughter, covering her mouth and nose, and she turns away to hide her blushing face.

Alastor’s eyes widen at the sound “What was that?” he asks with a shit-eating grin, but Voe can’t stop herself from laughing long enough to answer, she snorts again in an attempt to answer. Alastor finds an immense amount of joy at this reaction, just watching her taken over by laughter.

By early evening, Angel could be heard in the parlor groaning about a lack of TV options.

“There’s fucking on!” he yells flipping through the channels, he lands on Vox 2-Nite “I guess I can watch this,” he chuckles “Maybe he’ll have another breakdown,” Angel mocks Vox’s voice “Now that’s good television!” and cackles to himself

Voe and Alastor enter the front area, and her ears pick up on the programming, she leaps over to Angel on the couch.

“What’s that Angel?” she hangs over the back of the couch

“Vox 2-Nite,” he leans back, draping his arm over the back of the couch

Voe’s head snaps up towards the screen “What?!”

“Vox 2-Nite!” he says slightly louder and annoyed

Voe rushes over to the front of the couch to reach for the remote, but Angel is faster.

“Uh, yoink! Relax, wait your turn,”

“I don’t think you wanna watch something like this, it’s super boring, I’ve been there while they filmed it,”

Angel raises his eyebrow, convinced she’s gone mad “Uh, I’m watching it,” he puts the remote on the other side of him

Voe sits, her fingers tapping nervously on the edge of the couch. She’d had a great day, maybe Vox wouldn’t do anything? He seemed to take it pretty well when she texted him this morning. All the tension that disappeared with Alastor’s touch, all came rushing back now. It was in her veins, running through her bloodstream. She couldn’t find a way to sit still, her hands, legs, feet, and even toes wriggled. Her heart was palpitating like it was about to burst and her ears were twitching, as if picking up sound from every direction.

“You sure you don’t wanna watch something else, Angel?”

He pushes her off the couch by her face “Shush!!”

She sits up on the floor, feeling the sweat roll down her face and her legs onto the floor. She turns to the TV screen.

“Thank you, Celia, for telling us about your wonderful magazine cover, really great,” Vox shoves the woman off-camera, and a loud crash is heard along with a scream. He sits back down at his desk. “Now let’s actually talk about something important. Tonight’s very special segment is about my friend, the Radion Demon.” He wiggles his fingers “Hi Alastor,”

“I really think you should change the channel,” Voe pleads from on the floor

“Geez, what’s gotten into you?” he looks down at her, amused

She pulls her hands together “Angel please!” she begs

“Now I definitely wanna watch it!” Angel runs his tongue over his teeth, then turns the TV up

“My dear people, I want you all to know that our friend Alastor is not the scary Overlord that you all know and fear. He’s actually one of the biggest softies that has ever graced Hell!”

Voe’s eyes could not leave the screen no matter how hard she tried to look away.

“First and foremost, Alastor…you miss your mommy? Hard to believe she misses you, Heavenly lady like that? She’s probably glad to be rid of you! So it’s okay. You don’t have to feel like an ‘abomination’, since all of Hell and Heaven, including your mom, agrees! Or was it your dad?” Vox shrugs “Maybe both!” The crowd laughs and Vox clutches as he laughs heartily “Woo! Anyway, no seriously Alastor, is that why you got your ass kicked by Adam? Thinking too much about your Mommy? Wish she could come to kiss your boo boo?” Vox drags his finger diagonally across his chest to mimic Alastor’s scar “Or did your little doe do that for you? That’s right sinners, the Radio Demon is dizzy with a dame! Too bad she doesn’t love you back!” Vox laughs uncontrollably with the crowd, kicking his long legs in the air. “I wouldn’t love someone who stole my panties either!” The crowd erupts in ‘Oohs’ “‘Ooh’ is right! You would not believe that he actually got into her pants! I guess the Radio Demon is on a roll!” he leans forward on his desk “But it seems like she wears the pants anyway, someone finally got the Radio Demon to shut up! Who’dve thought some measly doe, would have the Radio Demon whipped?! Guess you needed a new Mommy, since apparently you don’t know how to brush your teeth! Didn’t realize the mommy issues were that bad! Do you cook for her? Do you clean for her? Do you bathe her? Wait wait, or does she bathe you?! Or maybe not, ‘cuz that is why you wanted to do radio right? So nobody would have to look at you?”

The crowd bursts into laughter. Vox hits his desk with his fist.

“Do you get down on your knees and massage her feet? Hmm? Geez Al, just say you want a new Mommy! Don’t fall in love with her! Gosh!”

“Aw damn,” Angel whispers, slowly turning up the volume again. Cherri Bomb plops down next to him

“Aw shit,” she says

Vox chuckles some more, wiping a tear from his eyes “Honestly Alastor, you’re such a character. I thought you were boring, but you’ve got moves don’t you? Like, on the dance floor! You like to boogie?! Show us those moves Alastor. Show us how Old Timey pricks get down!” he gets up and pretends to dance, making the crowd laugh “Honestly, I’m glad you learned to brush your teeth because dipping someone and breathing on their face is pretty weird…what? Are you gonna hide away again for another 7 years? Hmm? Seriously, what were you doing in all that time? Was that like a business trip? Or did depression take hold of you? Maybe let it next time! Seriously, kill yourself, we do NOT want you around. Seriously,” Vox’s smile falls, then perks back up

The entire parlor is full of demons watching and listening. Voe clutches her knees thankful that it was finally over, and that he hadn’t mentioned her at all, so maybe she could come up with some story that someone had bugged them or overheard-

“Honestly before I leave you all tonight, I’d like to give a special thanks to Hell’s greatest influencer, Voe the Beau. We couldn’t have done it without you Voe…welcome to the team!” Vox’s grin turns maniacal. The crowd gasps “Now I know, Voe is everyone’s favorite influencer and you’re all thinking ‘she wouldn’t do that’, well as this generation says ‘I have receipts’,” Vox displays the texts between her and Velvette on the screen.

Voe cannot handle the idea of being perceived at this moment. She tugs at her ears and rocks back and forth on the ground, every sound around her replaced with a loud ringing. Suddenly her clothes were too tight, the floor was too hard, and she felt a fist in her stomach. Her flesh and bones feel like they’re about to burst out of her skin.

“So Voe, thanks. Really, thumbs up,” he puts up his thumb to the camera “That’s all for Vox 2-Nite! Play me out guys!” an offscreen band starts playing swing music to the credits before Angel blankly turns it off.

“Okay, I turned it off….” Angel looks around the room “Imma go,”

“Yup, me too!” Cherri hops off the couch

“Niffty come on!”

Niffty looks confused “Where we going?”

“Your favorite place!” Angel scoops her up

“Where’s that?”

“I’ll show ya!”

Husk grabs three bottles from the bar, running after them “Wait for me!”

“Let’s go, Charlie,” Vaggie grabs her girlfriend and flies up the stairs as the other residents disperse

It gets quiet and the ringing in Voe’s ears finally stops. She sits on the floor for a bit longer, trying to steady her breathing. She hears the click of dress shoes approaching her, and a black hand with red fingers enter her field of vision as she continues to stare at her feet. She stares up and Alastor, his hand calmly outstretched. She takes it and stands, her face is red and she tries to keep down tears as she wipes off her dress. She avoids his gaze, holding her arm, and smiling nervously.

“Unlock this,” his voice is monotonous, free of filter and pizazz

She glances toward him and sees her phone in his fingers. She looks away again “You know he’s lying right?”

“Vera,” the way he spoke her name no longer had the same charm or luster. It was cold and distant. It was dead.

She doesn’t respond, still looking away from him.

“Vera, unlock this phone.”

“No,” she says quietly

He is quiet for a moment “You do know what you saying ‘no’ means right?”

She still won’t look at him, her heart beating so hard and fast she was sure he could hear it.

“You know what I hate more than liars? Cowards,” he spits “You’re a coward”

Voe couldn’t stand to hear him speak to her this way, she couldn’t believe this was the same man who spoke her praises only the day before. The same hands that held her gently, and the same lips that kissed hers softly so many times before.

“He did say things that weren’t true,” she mumbled

Alastor’s eyes widen “Well! Tell me the untrue things that he said! Please! Enlighten me!”

“Well-“

“I was being sarcastic. I don’t give a fuck about your excuses!” his volume increases “You’re so certain that he’s lying that you’re not even looking at me! That’s how certain you are!”

She slowly turns her head up to face him, being met with his cold furious eyes. Eyes that she had never been on the receiving end of. It made her shiver, for the first time, in fear.

“I didn’t know he was going to do that,” her eyes darting around everywhere but his gaze

“And what did you think they wanted the information for? To gossip at tea? Did you not think to ask why they wanted this information?”

Voe ignores this question, as she is ashamed that her answer was no. “I don’t know,”

“I warned you…I warned you about this…and you chose not to listen. You chose to spit in my face, after all the things I’ve done for you,”

“You owe a favor,” she blurts out

Alastor raises an eyebrow in disbelief “Are you serious?”

“Yes,”

He scoffs “Oh my goodness what??”

“You let me explain myself,”

Alastor places his arms behind his back in controlled rage as he stands there in silence, giving her room to speak.

Voe swallows before opening her mouth “I didn’t know you. And I didn’t they wanted to do that to you, yes I didn’t ask but I also didn’t know your history with them. And then after you told me that fake stuff to tell Vox, I thought it was just like a joke. I didn’t know any of the backstory, I didn’t know anything! I didn’t know…you.”

“I told you that, because I didn’t trust you. And I was right,”

“Once I knew you I stopped,”

Alastor groans “The ‘once I knew you’ bullshit. You didn’t know me but decided to bother me for weeks, and I could have killed you at any point in time, but I didn’t. Because I didn’t know you, and I wanted to.”

“I didn’t tell them the worst of it! That’s why he did this! That’s why Vox did all of this! Because I chose to stop giving him information, because…I care about you,” her voice gradually fades out

“You don’t care about me,” he states this coolly

“That’s not true! I do! Now…”

He is quiet for a moment, neither of them daring to speak.

“So this is what you meant when you said you like to ‘collect facts’?”

“No! Not at all!”

“Seems like you care more about being famous than me,”

Voe balls up her fists “In the beginning, yes! But not now! I was doing it because I had to. Velvette owns me, she owns my soul! I can’t not do what she says!”

Alastor chuckles dryly “So you wouldn’t give your soul to me, but y̷o̶u̷'̴d̴ ̸g̵i̵v̶e̵ ̴i̷t̸ ̶t̷o̶ ̶t̸h̴e̷m̸?̴” His filter glitching as his rage increases

Her mouth goes dry “I gave it to get something in return, you refused to tell me what you wanted it for. And I had already signed the contract when you asked…”

“Hmm. Did Velvette ever tell you what she wanted your soul for?” He tilts his head “Or did she dangle a carrot in front of you and you agreed without asking questions? Is that a trend with you?

N̸̛̛̰̝͍̮̠̏̄̌͜͝ͅo̸̧̡̟̫̗̟̞̪̲̞̹̘̒̈́̌̎͗̈́ͅt̷̢̮͇̞̬̲̞̊̃̐̉̓̏̿͝ ̸̡̫͕̦̦͙̟̙̩̱̙̬̫͚̎̄ą̴̡͍̹̦͔͈̟͚̦͈̅͜s̵̨̥̥̠̮̻̮̈́ͅͅk̷̛̛̞̜͑͐̀̉͑̇̃̈́̚̚ͅi̶̫̥̽̈̆n̶̢̰̙͖̤̲͓͇̻̟̪̫̺̒̂̄g̸͓̟͖͈̹͇̲̾͒́̓̅̍͆͠ ̷̨̢̜̤̟̺̣̗̼̝̹̪̦͍̉̌̄͘q̷̧̡̝̻̳͕̰̈́ụ̸̓̈̍̓̑̿̿́͘̚͝ę̵̥̱̭̤̥͔̺͔̎̓̑̍́͋̌̏̅̕͝s̸͉̖͐̂̒̾͌̂̍̐̾̓̿̂̊ͅt̴͇͔͇̘̞́̂̐͗̕͜ͅį̶̨͇͍̗̫̦͆̐̃̿̅̌o̶̬̞͖̤̱̥̯͖̖̫̿̀͑̔̑͜͝͝n̷̡̡̠̺̝̹̱̩͚̪̖̖̐̒̂ș̶͍̰͉̺͍̫̞̝͙̘̍͋͆̇̆͂̀͗̀͑̀͑͘̕?̵̢̨̤̙͈͙̗͖͉͇̲͚̇̏̕͜ͅ” Alastor slowly begins morphing into his full demon form

Tears begin to fall from Voe’s eyes“You don’t understand! This was a chance to make my dreams come true! To show that I’m important! A chance to prove that my existence is worth something!” her desperate pleas fall to deaf ears

“Î̷̧̦ ̶̗̻͕͒Ŵ̴̢̲͕̑O̸͇̠͑̆̍U̸̪͌̾͘L̴̝̹̙͐̚͝D̸̢̊ ̵̮͕͇͆͛M̷̯̆͗A̶̱̲̋͋̊K̴̻̦̠̅̇É̶̹̮̆ ̷̖͎̜̀Ÿ̵̟́̿O̵̟͋͒̄Ṳ̵̩͊̆́R̴̳͎̀ ̸̮̆́D̸̫̜̟͂̔R̸̰̉Ḛ̵͂̎Ȧ̵͉M̴̖̲̥͑S̴̛̳̄͗ ̴̩͗͒͌C̵͕̬̯̄̍O̸̤͔͔͗M̶̰͔̣̿̄͝E̸̮̓̄ ̷͚͖̒̈́͜T̷̢͕͙̕R̴̤̓͠ͅŪ̴̩͝E̴͔̺̙͌͘!̶͉͕͒ ̸̡̧͗Ḯ̷̘̍ ̵̥̘̦̈́Ẅ̷̩́̑̚O̵̱̺͌̓̒U̶̙͋̕Ḽ̴̳͖̌̚D̶̺̤̏̈́͒'̶̺̱̫͋V̶͔͉̝̌́́Ē̸̞̣̭̿͠ ̵͉̕D̴̢͔̺̐͑͘O̸̹̯̥̐Ń̷̪͕̾͜Ẹ̶̤͉̍̌ ̴̛̘͚́̑A̴͉̥̻͗̍̍N̵̡̦̊̄Ỳ̴̨͆͗T̶̘̲͋H̴̺̤̋̇͝I̶̧̓̌́N̴͈͎͝G̴͙̗̹̾̓͠ ̷̬̄̈̃F̵̨̖̅͝Ȏ̵͇̰̩̑̈́R̵͈̎̀ ̵͈̹̏̎̀͜Y̷͍̺̏̓O̵̡̝͎͌̆Ủ̸͈!̴̘͕̉̉Y̶̗͎̰͐O̸̜̹͓̐͆Ủ̸̗̑R̶̬͔̒̈́ ̷̰̿̅̚Ē̸̩͑͠ͅX̷̩̊͌̀I̴̥̎̑́S̷̨̓̾͘T̵̤̾͂E̴̓ͅN̵͉̋͂̐C̸̙͕̑Ë̵̡́̌ ̷͔̌M̸̡͎̚͝A̷̛̫̒ͅT̵̛̰̃̈́Ţ̸̝͔̏E̵̬͐̎͝R̵͖̩͒Š̷̩͖̤͝ ̵̟̽͛͋ͅT̷͙́O̶͊̅ͅ ̸͔̿́̃M̴̭͐͊È̸̯̳͌͘!̴̧̫̻͐͘̕!̷͖́̔” He shakes his head to calm himself back down, but only slightly “At least, it used to. I don’t even know why I decided to trust you. You told me upfront who you were. You have a ‘tendency’ to ruin people’s lives! Are you sure it’s not a hobby? Finding powerful men and tearing them down?!”

“That’s not what I was doing to you!” Her voice cracks trying to make herself heard

“Ì̷͍ ̴̖́D̵̦��Ỏ̸̜N̶̟͆'̷̩́Ť̴̡ ̷͉̏W̴̢̕Á̶͜N̵̥̉T̴̤̍ ̷̨͊T̶͉̋Ò̴̙ ̵̫̒H̶̼̅Ȅ̸̲A̶̛͕R̶͈̿ ̷̭͂A̶̭͗ ̸̢́W̷̯̓O̴̗̊R̷̼̍D̸͇̑ ̴̞͊Y̸̧͒O̸̜͌U̸̩͝ ̴͓̂H̷̓ͅÁ̶͈V̷̜͠È̷̻ ̶̧͛T̶͇̑O̸̦̓ ̷̯͒S̶̹̚Ä̶̡́Ÿ̶̬!” he takes his giant claws, grabbing her by the middle and launching her out the hotel doors. The impact knocked the air out of her lungs, pain in her back and legs, she lay on the ground feeling like the piles of dirt around her were the only things that she was worthy of, and let her tears fall along with the acid rain in the sky.

(I would like to clarify that I am aware that Alastor is from Louisiane, and would likely know Louisiana Creole aka 'Kouri-Vini', I am headcanoning that his mom taught him both creole and France french, since France french is spoken by more people, okay? Okay.)

(Also I really hope that my definition and explanation of what it means to be AroAce is accurate, I did a WHOLE lot of research to prepare for this part and if anything is inaccurate please just correct me!)

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ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴs

Here's A Link To My Master-List

Synopsis: Stark Distrubution’s Literary Department houses Anna, and her very (rational) fear of tight spaces and heights. It is until she finds herself stuck in an elevator with the one person she hoped to avoid.

Word Count: 2.4k

!Trigger Warnings!

-tony stark X afab! reader

-cannon? Never heard of her.

-Office/Corp. AU

-Claustrophobia (Fear Of Tight Spaces)

-Acrophobia (Fear Of Heights)

-Oral, fem(receiving)

-Insta love, (at the end, sorta?

-specific oc

*Even though it has nothing to do with the fic topic, I was very keen on listening to “You Give Love A Bad Name” *

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

You Give Love A Bad Name- Bon Jovi

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

My jet-black heels click against the polished floor of Stark Distribution. Currently, I find myself hurrying to Mile’s office to grab a stack of papers that need to be printed. I’m not an assistant, and I sure as hell am not a paper boy.

I’m going to tell him off, but that’s beside the point. Mile's is my boss, the manager of Stark’s literary department. To put it simplistically, we print books, newspapers, ad’s you tired of seeing around Malibu. Our department specializes in paper and ink.

If it gets the bills paid, who cares.

I smooth out my black dress, it’s cute, easy and simple, cutting off right at the knees. The door to Mile’s office is just around the corner, I squeeze through a few people, noting most of the men walking are wearing suits, not a single one in grey sweatpants.

That only means one thing.

I let out a breathy sigh as I walk through the door, my eyes falling onto the huge stack of papers waiting to be copied and re-printed. Oh, I’m going to give him hell-

“Ah, my assistant, Mr.Stark.” Miles begins, pointing at me. My back suddenly straightens, and I’m acutely aware of just how short this dress is.

Assistant? Really?

Mr. Stark smiles his bright smile, his hair perfectly combed over, and extends a hand my way. “Hello,” Stark adds as I enclose my palm in his, watching as my flesh slides against his own. His eyes are on me, almost too intensely.

I clear my throat and pull away, suddenly feeling as if bubbles have been popped. “Evening, Sir.” I gruff, nodding my head. He’s the reason all of the employees are acting civilized.

But what could the CEO want with the literary department? And Mile’s specifically.

“Anna, What can I help you with?” Mile asks, smiling his stupid fucking smile. I would want nothing more than to shove it up his ass.

My fingers ball into fists at my sides, inhaling and exhaling with frustration. “You requested me for the printing process?” I would like to burn the papers, preferably with Mile’s watching, but Mr.Starks' eyes won't leave my face.

I’ll have to swallow it for now.

“Yes, There waiting on the desk for you.” His ugly brown eyes lead me to the papers I’ve already located. I smile, adding a polite nod towards Stark, and grab the papers from his desk.

I cover my bare chest with the stack, acutely aware of Stark’s eyes. Not that he’s looking, and not that I would be uncomfortable if he did look, it’s just-

I don’t want to be fired.

I exit his office, letting the door close with a slam. Sure it’s immature, but Mile’s is a dick. The printers are up on floor 6 meaning I would have to take the elevator.

A rush of bone-chilling cold runs throws my bones, and my feet almost refuse to move. I don’t do elevators. I don’t do heights. I don’t do tight spaces. I however do work, and I do need to sleep tonight, so elevator it is. I clutch the papers and make my way to the elevator.

Men and women alike hurry to their jobs, some checking in with the receptionist, others going straight to their desks. The evening sun shines bright against the glass panes of the corp building. I press the button on the elevator and wait until a ding fills my ears.

I’m panicking, fidgeting with my dress, hopping back and forth almost unnoticeable. I’ve had a fear of tight spaces since I was a child, and the heights pare with it. An elevator is hell on earth for someone like me.

“The shit I do for Miles,” I mutter as the elevator's shiny doors start to open. I nod to John, Mary, and Cora who are all excited. They work in Tech but are frequent visitors of Floors 1 and 2.

I enter the reflecting box, putting my back against the wall, feeling the coolness of the steel bite into my flesh. I reach to press number 4, watching as the doors start to close.

Until there stopped by a hand and a very expensive-looking watch.

Please. No.

The hand turns into shoulders, and then a head, who happens to be prying the doors open, stepping inside the elevator.

Tony Stark.

“Anna, Long time no see.” He laughs, I wait for Miles to follow him, but I can’t see another person behind him. This is the worst possible situation I could ever be in. He pushes six, and the elevator door closes. Sealing us inside.

It’s starting to feel very hot in here. My breath is beginning to weaken, and my mind is starting to spin. Stark being here is adding to my panic. The normal proximity to what it feels like to freak out when confronted by your greatest fear is already high.

We start to move, and I stay against the wall, Mr. Stark’s eyes on his phone. Ok, He won’t see me freak out.

Not yet, at least.

My heart beats faster as the elevator music draws on, and the floor begins to shake. My fingers wrap around the metal bar, holding myself up as I close my eyes.

Don’t panic, Anna. Dont panic.

The words mean nothing when the elevator shifts, and stops.

The steel framework stops moving, and I swear I can feel my eyes dilating.

“Did you push the wrong button?” I manage to ask, my eyes still closed, trying to course myself through the shit show that is about to occur.

“No?” The stark answers, barely noticing the elevator stops. “Must be a block, I told Tech to fix it.”

I can’t see him, but I can hear his voice. His is crystal clear, while mine is shaky, full of panic. The music has stopped altogether, and the lights that circle the control panel have gone out.

I feel dizzy, and my breathing has begun to feel erratic. I inhale, I exhale, but nothing is stopping the rise of panic in my stomach, aiming straight for my chest. Before I know it, I’m gone, I feel myself slipping.

“Anna?” I hear his voice, but my eyes are still closed.

“Anna, what the hell is going on?”

“I think I need-” I’m falling, I try to catch myself, my grip tightening onto the metal railing, but I slip.

I brace myself to meet the hard floor of the elevator but It never comes. I fall into some arms, landing against a broad chest.

God. No. Please, Please. I plead with myself eternally, but I already know whose arms I’ve fallen into.

It’s Tony.

“Anna? What’s wrong?” I feel my back being placed against the cool steel again as Stark plants his hands on either side of me, keeping my body in place. My head is spinning, and I can’t find the energy to focus.

I try my hardest to form words, but the feeling of this elevator, the closed space, and the heat Tony is giving me. I can’t. “I’m-”

“Please, Speak.” It sounds like he’s pleading, and Tony sounds worried.

“I’m Claus-” My lips catch as I feel his thumb graze my cheek, whipping away tears I hadn’t known formed.

“Claustrophobic?”

I nod aggressively, the ache in my chest only growing. I feel myself losing it, my cheeks becoming more sticky.

“Hey, Hey.” Tony rubs at my flesh, capturing the droplets before they can fall. He grabs my chin gently, forcing my eyes open. “Look at me.”

I do, “Breath, In and Out.” He does them for me, displaying the way to breathe. I watch as his chest rises and falls, his eyes sewn to my own. I feel myself calming, but then I realize where I am and who I’m with.

It’s embarrassing.

Stark’s voice is soft, something I never thought I would be able to hear. He whispers things in my ear, things that shouldn’t be comforting.

“Good girl, keep breathing. Just like that.” I feel mortified, but I can’t deny the way my body listens to him. I breathe in and out, In through my nose and out through my mouth.

My whole body is shaking as I hear voices that are not Tony’s or my own through the elevator.

He holds me up as he mutters into the speaker right at my head.

“We have people working on it, Mr.Stark.” Jean, the receptionist tells him. I see his face contort with anger,

“Hurry the hell up, dammit!” Stark yells I feel horrible for him. He probably has better things to do than comfort his manager's assistant.

“Breath, Anna.” Stark’s fingers fall to my hips, keeping me stable as my own hands clutch onto the handles. I breathe, feeling the ache in my chest start to die down.

“What do you usually do when you panic?”

I look at him, my mind trying to stabilize. “A distraction. I need you to distract me.” I don’t know what he’ll do with that information, but I can’t talk anymore. My throat feels like it’s closing up.

“You won’t like my distraction.”

“Just do it!” I don’t mean to yell, but right now there's no time to be picky. Except, when I see him drop down to his knees, my breath is taken away.

“What are you-”

“A distraction.” Stark seems deadly serious, his fingers stay on my hips, but he’s s eye level with my legs, and the buzz of heat that shoots through me is not because of my panic.

His lips start at my knees, brushing smooth kisses on my bare flesh. What is happening? And why do I not want it to stop?

“Keep breathing,” Tony whispers while placing kisses up my shaking legs, one hand slips away from my hips, the other's grip growing tight. Holding me up. His rough hands start at my shins, his feather-light touch makes me shiver as my head hits the back of the elevator, my eyes closing with pleasure.

Starks palm brushes against my inner thigh, sending waves through me.

He must look up and see my closed eyes, “Is this okay? I’m not hurting you am I?” I shake my head, urging him to keep going. The ache in my chest is dying down, it’s one hell of a distraction.

“Focus on my fingers,” Tony mutters, his voice soft. It’s hard not to, his digits graze my panties, surely feeling the wetness growing. I can’t see his face, I’m lost in my void, but it sounds like he approves of the feeling.

It’s something we have in common.

“I’m gonna lift this pretty little dress, alright?” Stark does it with one hand, the other still positioned on my hip. The fabric folds, exposing my black lace to his eyes, and I swear I hear him groan.

“Your stunning, sweetheart.” my heart flutters at his compliment, feeling the way my chest is no longer heaving. My breaths slowed down.

Stark hooks a finger through the strap, pulling it down my thighs and letting it pool at my feet. I lift a heel, waiting for him to pull it from the floor.

He does, except he does not discard it on the elevator floor, the sound of his suit pocket ruffling tells me all I need to know.

And somehow, I’ve grown more wet at the action alone.

“Open up your legs, inhale, and exhale before you do.” I do as he asks, I inhale and exhale before opening my left leg, repeating the process, two more breaths until I’m spread bare before him.

A wave of pleasure shoots through me as his lips meet my pussy, heat is traveling through my body, righting the coldness of panic. My clit throbs for his attention, and Tony gives it to me, licking up my slit.

“Focus on my tongue, focus on how I make you feel.” I moan, my eyes open to look down. Tony Stark, on his knees, eating me out.

Suddenly, I’m glad he pushed the wrong button.

He grabs my ass, pulling me forward so his nose is at my clit, and his tongue licks up my folds. Pleasure makes me cry out as I buck my hips, wanting more.

Needing more.

“How do I make you feel, Anna?” Tony’s tongue is everywhere now, not just my cunt. I feel him everywhere, smell him everywhere. The noises he and my cunt are emitting are enough to tell me were both enjoying this.

“Good-” I manage to mutter, bucking again as his tongue slides into my pussy, making me flutter around him. The intrusion is new, but it doesn’t hurt. Far from it, actually.

My orgasm is cresting as his mouth works at me, his tongue delving in and out, his nose hitting my clit every time he licks a stripe up my slit.

“Are you going to come, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” I groan the metal handles of the elevator slick with my sweat. I move them from the metal to intertwine in Tony’s hair, feeling his dark strands around my fingers, pushing him deeper into my pussy.

“A greedy girl, are you?”

His words, his mouth, his very being is enough to make me come. I shout out in ecstasy, with my waves of pleasure receding my panic, my body is all warm, and the bitter cold in my chest has disintegrated.

Tony looks at me as my hole flutters around his tongue, coating the appendage with my release. He pulls away from me, locking my eyes with my gaze as he licks his lips. Stark rises from his knees, kissing his way up my legs before pulling my dress down.

He’s keeping the panties.

Not complaining.

“Are you okay? Has it gone away?” His words ring through my ears, and my heart warms hearing his genuine concern. Though, my actions are starting the settle in, the realization of what just occurred in this elevator wracking my mind.

“I should be fine, I’m so sorry-”

“You have nothing to apologize for, I’m happy I was here, Anna.” Tony smiles at me and straightens out his suit, my eyes flicker as I feel the elevator shift. I can’t help the whimper that falls out of my mouth, I’m comparable to a scared child.

But Tony just presses me to his chest, holding me there as we move, Jean's voice ringing throughout the metal box.

“We're getting you out, sir.” Tony doesn’t pay attention, his lips are at my ear, coating the shell of it.

“Date with me, 3:00?”

I find myself nodding, as I try to conceal my smile.

One hell of a distraction.

#masterlist #oneshot #fanfic #marvel #smut #fluff #tony stark #tony stark smut #oralsmut #ironman #officeau #au

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comshipbracket · 7 months ago

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Antis DNI - Block the tag "comship" if this causes discomfort.

Remember, you are voting for the ship you prefer, not the ship you find more problematic

Propaganda for both ships under the cut.

Disclaimer: All ships (other than the now-eliminated NozoCoco) on this bracket are FOLLOWER-SUBMITTED ships, the Mods do not always hold necessary knowledge to be aware of any errors or fanonizing what should be canon material that may arise.

Lucifadam Propaganda (Harmful Dynamic)

"Lucifer is a fallen angel while Adam is still an angel, leading an army of exorcists that slaughters Lucifer's people annually. He's constantly killing demons, and Lucifer has basically given up trying to prevent this after several attempts. However, he has that protective fire reignited in him when Adam decides to go after Lucifer's daughter - and Lucifer makes a comment that many take in a more suggestive fashion than Lucifer intended. They're SO unhealthy for each other, but that one comment eliciting that kind of reaction sparked fun ideas for their ship in my head, so I wanted to submit these two together."

Stannarrator Propaganda (Codependency, Toxic Power Dynamics - In most endings)

"The Stanley Parable is a game about The Narrator wanting to tell a story through their game but having to rely on the Stanley's choices. The core of the game is that Stanley and The Narrator are bound to each other: Stanley needs The Narrator to make the "parable" he lives in, and The Narrator needs Stanley to make the choices that drive the story.

The Narrator clearly has the most power in this dynamic, since he can alter the world the Stanley lives in: modifying the rooms, creating and deleting objects at will, reloading the game, altering Stanley's perception, knowing almost everything and being almost everywhere. But, despite all that power, he isn't able to control the one thing that keeps his story existing: Stanley's choices.

Okay, spoilers to both the original 2013 game and the Ultra Deluxe remake from here on out since it's impossible to talk about them without spoiling a lot of the endings.

In one of the new endings on the Ultra Deluxe remake, the Skip Button ending, The Narrator creates a button that lets Stanley skip his dialogue `inspired` by a bad Steam review, but when Stanley clicks this button The Narrator is left all alone in that room, and which each click the skip becomes longer, from minutes, to hours, to weeks, to months… And in the fifth skip (where Stanley stays frozen for like, one, two weeks), The Narrator breaks up, talking about how he needs Stanley to listen to him and how scared he is of slipping back into the silence he passes through every time we use the skip button. In his own words, `I can't lose myself in the stretch of emptiness between you and me.` Of course, since it's the only way to advance in this ending, we skip again, and again, until The Narrator ends up eventually disappearing after the 12th or 13th skip, leaving Stanley alone in a desert, and that's where the ending stops, though it continues on the Epilogue, but I'll leave some things to add as propaganda during the polls.

Despite this, The Narrator still has more control of the situation than Stanley, like on the Explosion ending, where he traps Stanley in a room while the building's destroys itself as consequence for choosing to activate the Mind Control Machine instead of shutting it down to free everyone. He keeps acting like Stanley is nothing but a vehicle for him to pass a message through his story. `Watching you try to make sense of everything and take back the control wrested away from you…it's quite rich. I almost hate to see it go!` `You're only still playing instead of watching a cutscene because I want to watch you for every moment that you're powerless, to see you made humble. […] You wanted to control this world; that's fine. But I'm going to destroy it first, so you can't.`

But there's one point where they're equal, they both want to free themselves. On the Museum ending, we meet a being that is higher than The Narrator, the Female Narrator (yeah, that's her name), and she gives the best description of the relationship between these two: `Oh, look at these two. How they wish to destroy one another. How they wish to control one another. How they both wish to be free. Can you see? Can you see how much they need one another? No, perhaps not. Sometimes these things cannot be seen.`"

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the-lonelybarricade · 8 months ago

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hi LB! I have an issue recurring with most of the blogs these days. I never interacted with any of those but when i see somebody reblogging their post and when i click on their profiles it just says ghost blog which is weird because I swear i never ever went to them. Can u help me know what could have gone wrong 😕

Anon I'm really sorry to be the one to tell you but that probably means you've been blocked

A lot of people in the fandom, myself included, block pretty proactively to keep the space enjoyable. It could be that you posted something negative about a ship or character they enjoy, or it could just be that you happen to like a ship or character they don't enjoy.

I personally tend to block blogs for posting any anti content in the tags I frequent. I just really don't enjoy the negativity in this fandom and want to be able to go into the feysand/elucien tags without reading 20 angry paragraphs about why other shippers suck, so I block pretty liberally.

My advice is to try not to take it to heart. The block button is there to help people curate their experiences and ultimately I'd prefer if people blocked me if they disagree with me rather than starting a fight on one of my posts. It's the most pacifist form of disagreement in this fandom

#I hope this wasn't dismissive!!#I'm sure it's hurtful to see a stranger has you blocked #And i'm sorry you're having that experience

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gremlin-writes-angst · 1 year ago

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Knowing is Safe Ch.3

2858 words

Fandom: Redacted ASMR/ Redacted Audio / Redactedverse

Couple: Cutie/Geordi

TW/CW: Parental Emotional abuse/ Neglatful parents/ Divorce / Anxiety/ Paranoia / Talk of Non-consensual mind reading

Let me know if I missed a trigger.

This timeline is different than the original so I'll explain it

First the video "Your boyfriend asks for your trust" and then Knowing is Safe Chapter 1 is what's going through cuties mind that night/ video. Knowing is Safe chapter 2 is a couple weeks later. Then the video "Your Boyfriend final draws the Line" and about three months later Knowing is Safe chapter 3.

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It wasn't the first time.

And yet every week, every Saturday, when you saw him, in front of that building. always dressed semi-formally. A button-up tucked into some nice pants. With his lips downturned, not a full frown but it still pained you to see it.

When he sees you it changes. His face fills with love before quickly disappearing again.

You hold onto that second of love. You have to. It's why you're here.

It's why you started

Now it's for you

As you get closer to him, he backs away.

He's running away

He can't stand you

He's scared of you

You breathe, deep. You recognize your thoughts as anxiety. That's the first step.

You take a moment and watch as he grabs the door and holds it open for you.

A gentleman, he's always been

"You first."

You smile and then duck your head slightly. Not wanting him to see the pain in your eyes.

Geordi approaches the receptionist, he's always the one who checks in.

You still find it scary. To express to this almost stranger that you and Geordi need outside help.

You know he knows that, you never told him but, he knows you.

He loves you

Does he?

He does.

" They'll call us when they're ready."

He tells you before sitting a chair away.

I want him

Why won't he sit next to me?

You know why

It's your fault

It is

Your names are called, and you both follow the therapist down to the same room as always. Geordi makes small talk.

He's changed

He's more sociable

I'm glad

He seems to like it

Like clockwork you and Geordi sit on one couch, each at a different end

Too far

For you

He needs the space

He deserves the space

You deserve the space.

"Have you two decided if you're ready for the memory extraction? It is often very emotional, we discussed last session how it works and why we do it. It's always up to you."

"I'm ready."

You typically aren't this outspoken in theory, but you've been wanting this for a while, you recall how your therapist explained memory extraction as a way for them to help you understand your own memory. She explained that most people are blinded by their own memories because it's the only life they've lived so everything seems normal, even when it's not.

You never can quite understand your memories or yourself. You always preferred others, to the point it became an addiction. one that harms your thoughts, feelings, and memories. Along with harming Geordi. Someone you never want to hurt.

"Okay then, I'll get started."

Mom!!

Mom!!?

Please!

Please open the door.

You were knocking on your own house door. Crying from fear, shame, and confusion. All you did was go out with your friends, with her permission for a few hours.

That's not why she locked you out

What?

You blocked her, of course, she's mad

Remember what happened to Lanie?

Blocking was a trick your older sister Lanie taught you, to prevent other telepaths, such as your mother, from reading your mind. You'd done it before but never for this long. It was the first time your mother had no contact with you.

She's not going to let you in

She did last time

And the time before that

And all the other times

She's tired of it

But she threw us out

It's not our fault

Yes it is

We blocked her

We stopped her from reading our mind

Stopped her from protecting us

But I don't want her to continually be in my mind

I want privacy

I want to feel like I can

Think without being heard

Be Myself

You can

Not with her in here

She's your mom

But it hurts

What was that?

A twig

Snapping

A person?

Where?

I can't see

It's too dark

I'm scared

I want mom

“MOM! MOM SOMEONE IS OUT HERE. PLEASE LET ME IN. I'M SORRY I WON'T DO IT AGAIN.”

“THAT'S WHAT YOUR SISTER SAID AND WHERE IS SHE NOW?”

Your sister

She's safe

She taught us how to block mom

She did this

No, she helped us

She can help again

You stop knocking on the door and start walking away. waterfalls fell down your face as you walked Away from home, away from your mom. You walked the streets in the dark, with no phone, no flashlight, just the clothes on your back. Summer clothes.

It’s cold

I know

I wish we had a jacket

Is this the street?

Yes

You turn down the street, wishing you were wearing warmer, longer clothes. When you picked out this outfit you didn't think you'd end up out this late, in the cold.

People

Bad?

Its a group

Brown bags

Liquor?

Eyes down

Keep walking

What do I do if they approach?

I don't know

No weapon

Just our hands and feet

Keep walking

Speed up

Door

Inside

Sister

Safe

You open the door to the building your sister lives in quickly rushing to her apartment, even though no one was following you. You hoped you remembered correctly you'd only been here once before. Tears from earlier sprung back to life as you frantically knock on the door. Deja vu from minutes ago, days ago, and weeks ago floods your mind as you recall all the time you were at your house door, begging, crying, and screaming for your mother to open the door. Today was the worst of it, she'd never lock you out for this long, or this late, your knuckles were never this red and your voice was never this hurt.

When the door opened, you were so relieved you gasped for air, air you needed from the crying. Your sister's tired face was washed away when she saw you. Her arm instantly pulls you in for a hug. You cried harder, ashamed of how emotional you were in a public space.

People are trying to sleep

I don't care

Your sister whispers in your ear

“It's okay. I know, I've got you.”

She slowly walked backward, you still in her arms, following her. When the two of you cleared the doorway she quietly closed the door.

“She- she locked me out-”

Your sister didn't need you to tell her that, she'd been through this before.

“She- again-”

Your sister's head spun at that word and you could feel the heat her anger produced. Lanie had been kicked out once, it was a hot day and she ended up having a heat exhaustion, lucky your father arrived before she could have a heat stroke. Your father was a water elemental, he was able to hydrate your sister and cool her down. That week your father left your family. Later when your parents divorced, he lost custody of both of you. Though your sister, Lanie was 17 at the time and left as soon as she turned 18. Your mom doesn't know that she still lives in town, she told you it was because she didn't have the money to go further but, you know she's here for you. Though she didn't feel safe enough to contact you till last month. She hates that she didn't help you sooner.

“Come on baby, let- let's sit you down.”

She guides you to her couch and leaves to the kitchen, you can still see her as she fills a glass of water for you. You start to regulate your breathing, taking in the smell of your sister's apartment. It smells like brown sugar, she used to have a brown sugar candle she always lit in her room, and it's comforting to smell it again. Brings you back to talking and giggling in her room.

“Here. Drink up.”

“ Ok I think that's enough”

You shook your head and looked up, dazed at the sudden pull from your memories. You look at the therapist.

“What for?”

The therapist was taken aback by your question.

“Well, I figured it was a good stopping point, especially considering the content of this memory.”

You feel a hand squeeze yours, turning to see Geordi, closer than when you started. Till now you had forgotten your partner was even there. you become ashamed realizing he witnessed everything. he had seen how bad of a kid you were. You turned to him slowly.

“Are you ok?”

Confused, you didn't answer. His hands find one of yours, his hands are tight and shaking. Before he looks into your eyes.

“I'm sorry. “

You looked away, not having an answer. The therapist took this time to interrupt.

“This is the reason we do this, as Geordi and I see it, you were mistreated by your mother. She used her telepathic abilities to control and shame you. It also appears you saw this as normal or acceptable to an extent. Would you share why you felt that way?”

" She was protecting me, she just- she wanted- she told me she needed to know everything, to keep me safe, she kept me safe."

You feel Geordi squeeze your hand, but when you look over he's looking away from you.

"Your mother taught you that."

" Yes, it's how I've lived, I can't be safe if I don't know anything, I can't be clueless, I have to know everything, knowing is safe."

"Your mother brainwashed you into believing that you could only be safe if you were constantly using your ability. That's why there's such a disconnect between you and your own brain. You aren't used to spending time with your own thoughts. It's probably why you have so much anxiety when you're not in others' heads. I'd say it's why you became so dependent on Geordi and developed that separation anxiety."

The therapist took a quick look at the clock

"Our time is almost up. I think next time I should see you separately."

What?

I just got him back

He's touching me again

I can't let him leave again

Let him?

You don't control him

“Wait, why?”

“I think it would be best for you to talk about this alone.”

“I don't understand!”

“ We can do what you two prefer but often when one client has suffered abuse it is best to discuss it separately first before with your partner.”

“ Abused? I wasn't abused.”

The therapist took a breath and she almost seemed to expect this reaction. You frantically looked over at Geordi.

Does he think I was abused too?

You were

I was?

“I'm sorry we need to go - let's go home Geordi.”

“I understand. I'll call to discuss the next appointment.”

You made your way through the building and parking lot to your car, getting into the driver's seat. Geordi is a little behind. He opens the passenger door but doesn't get in.

“Are you sure you should drive? You seem a little on edge. I could drive you home.”

“ I need to drive, I can't not be in control.”

”Ok.”

That was all he could muster to say as he climbed into the passenger seat, even if his car is a few parking spots over and he doesn't live with you anymore.

When he is buckled you started the engine and leave the parking lot. You always play music when you drive, but right now I don't care. Your brain was swarming with so many thoughts. You couldn't even understand most of it, so you just drove. You could hear a few words from Geordi but didn't pay much mind to them.

When you pulled into the driveway you were pissed. You did everything aggressively, parking, turning the engine off, slamming the car door. Geordi stopped talking and started yelling. You were already in the house as he was getting out of the car. You left the door open pacing and waiting for Geordi to walk through the door. When he did he was still yelling, laced with worry and fear, little anger.

“Cutie what-”

“Do you think I was abused?”

You questioned him, your eyes swirled with so many intense emotions but your voice stayed even.

He shut up and stared, he started to stutter trying to answer but nothing came out. To you, that was answer enough. You moved to the couch, sitting down with your head in your hands. Geordi moves to close the door before sitting in front of you.

He gently moved your hands out of the way, looking into your eyes.

“I- I can't decide for you. How you should feel about your mom. But I know that the way she treated you and your sister was wrong. So -so wrong.”

“I'm wrong?”

“What? Baby no?”

“I did what she did. To you. I always - I'm always in your brain, listening. Like she did.”

Geordi takes a breath. You're right and he wants to hold you accountable but with your state right he wants to be careful.

“ It was wrong. But you stopped right?”

Your words come out fast and panicked

“Yes, I promise I haven't read yours, or anyone else's mind in- in a long time. I only use it for work. Work only”

Geordi knew of your new resistance to using your power but didn't realize that you were completely abstinent outside of work, which worried him. Quitting cold turkey doesn't sound like the best for you. He'll have to remember that for later.

“I believe you. But that's something your mother didn't do, she never learned, and she never tried to get better, like you are now. From what I saw, she used her powers to control you, you never did that to me. Tell me why you are always reading my thoughts and others.”

You took some time to breathe before answering.

“ To protect you.”

You were hesitant but want to be as honest as possible.

“And myself. People- they lie, all the time, and it's hard to trust them. I just wanted to know the truth. To be safe.”

“See your reasons are justifiable, you just took it too far. And I think, well I'm no therapist but, maybe your trust issues are what you should focus on first. Because it seems that's the root of your addiction.”

You nod and laugh.

“ You're better than a therapist.”

He laughs

He is so beautiful

I love him

I miss him

" I'm not sure I am. I mean you've really improved,y'know working with her. You can always talk to me."

"Thank you. it's easier to talk to you about how I feel, you're not professional, you're comfortable, even if it's just our hands-"

You pull your hands out of his. Just realizing that you were touching him.

"I'm sorry, I - I didn't cross a boundary did I?"

He looks deep into your eyes and takes your hands again.

"No, I did this, I wanted to touch you, to comfort you. I’ve "

He clears his throat

"I've missed it, a lot. Every session the urge to comfort you and touch you becomes stronger."

You smile.

"Me too. And thanks, for comforting me, even though you have every right not to."

"I still love you."

You look away, your eyes catching the brown sugar candle.

Geordi follows your eyes, realizing now why that scent was your favorite. He was slightly grateful to say this without looking you in the eyes. it felt like he was saying it for the first time, even though it used to be so common.

"I do, I Love you so much, it's why I'm still here, it's why I'm comforting you, it's why I left. I know for you, it's hard to feel or remember your love if it is not constantly in front of you. So I thought I'd remind you. I love you cutie. I'm proud of you. I've missed you."

He sees a few tears roll down your cheek. You nod. He counties.

"I've missed sharing a bed, a kitchen, a bathroom, I've missed sharing a home with you."

You whip your head back to face him.

"Geordi, you don't live here. I basically kidnapped you."

He laughs, your brain was previously occupied, you'd forgotten he didn't live here anymore. You start to panic again.

"Hey it's okay, I got in the car willingly, I chose to come with you. You're not a kidnapper."

His smile calms you.

'I'm sorry I wasn't thinking properly, I thought, y'know, that you lived here."

"Maybe I should?"

Your body fills with excitement. So does his.

Wait!

Don't.

You're not ready.

"I'm not ready."

Geordi's face falls a little but rises back.

" That's ok. I’m - I’m impressed."

"What? Why?"

" Because you clearly want it, but something told you that it wasn't time. And you listened"'

"I didn't think I'd be able to stay out of your thoughts...sorry. I do want to be with you again but, I can't hurt you again."

He pulls you into a hug. A soft whisper leaves his lips.

"Thank you, for protecting me"

He pulls away.

" You can protect me in other ways. And I can protect you. I will protect you."

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #fanfic #redacted angst #redacted cutie #redacted geordi #redacted fanfic #hurt/comort #redacted audio #therapy #tw: abuse #tw: trauma #healing #Knowing is Safe

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hellcheer-heaven · 2 years ago

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In the Eye of the Beholder - 90s Pregnant Hellcheer

Beard Eddie photo by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Click here for the post Thanks for giving me the okay for using your photo edit.

Chrissy sighed, her fingers tracing the rounded flesh of her growing womb. She had already rubbed in the lotion that Mrs. Sinclair and Mrs. Byers recommended for her to use about 10 minutes ago. She didn’t bother to get up and put on one of her maternity dresses. She preferred to wear one of Eddie’s button up dress shirts completely open and a pair of shorts. There wasn’t much to watch on tv aside from terrible reality tv shows. How is it that MTV went from music videos to these kinds of programs was anyone’s guess. Hopefully it would just be a fad and music would still be the channel’s bread and butter as it was in the 1980s. It was only a couple more months until the due date, still that didn’t stop Eddie from packing their overnight bags just in case. It was incredible to see just how much time and effort he put into helping her during this time.

Seems like only yesterday her and Eddie were the odd couple in Hawkins. The rich, popular girl who came from a wealthy family whom everyone expected to marry Jason Carver for the sake of continuing said wealth and to bear his children. The poor, weirdo boy who came from a struggling home whom everyone expected to end up arrested, dead from an overdose, or get a girl pregnant and end up marrying only for that kid to have a tough life just like him. Well obviously they showed everyone. The loser guy and the favored girl were able to make it work.

86 was their year! After graduation, they worked and worked, saving up until they could finally move out of Hawkins. It was hard to say goodbye, especially to friends, the cheer team, to Wayne, and Hellfire Club. Hellfire did continue, Dustin took over as Dungeon Master and would excitedly tell Eddie about how things were going; he was so proud of Henderson. Chrissy and her friends were able to make time to visit each other, but much like Eddie making time for his club, it took time. Everyone was busy after high school. Some stayed in town to save up money for college, others moved out of town or state to attend. Only very few went the traditional route of marrying and starting a family after graduating. Jason promised himself that the first girl he’d fall for at college would be the one he’d end up marrying; pray that she and anyone that crosses his path steers clear of Carver.

Eddie and Chrissy had only moved a couple towns away, the drive wasn’t too much and the people in the new town were actually pretty decent as well. In terms of marriage, Eddie promised to give her the biggest, fairytale wedding that she deserved. To his surprise, she just wanted something small: Married at the court house with a select handful of people attending. It was a lovely wedding, perhaps not ideal to many, but it was significant to them.

Now here she was, re-reading the 1991 August issue of Vanity Fair magazine. Demi Moore, pregnant and posed like a Goddess, looking towards the heavens as she cradled her bump and breasts. Chrissy remembers how incredibly controversial the cover was when it was first distributed. Talk amongst day time and late night shows, shock jocks, and pious televangelists discussed how inappropriate and offensive the image was. A fully nude and pregnant woman on one of America’s most prestigious magazines? It seemed as if everyone and their grandma had something to say regarding Moore and her body.

Eddie didn’t have much to say since he didn’t really care for celebrity magazines or anything having to do with current popular culture. Unless of course it involved rock and heavy metal icons, even grunge sounded pretty amazing to his ears as well when he first heard it. Chrissy found it strange that someone she grew up with through cinema would do something like this. A woman’s body, from what she was told, was meant to be covered. A woman had to take care of herself, but not too much or she’s vain. If she doesn’t take care of herself at all, then she’s lazy and no one will respect her. She can dress to impress, but over doing it means you’re asking for it. Finally, there was the matter of pregnancy.

One of the few most important aspects of a woman’s life, right up there with her first menstruation, getting married, and raising a family. Being pregnant is good, but don’t talk about it unless it’s with your doctor and only a few close friends. Pregnancy is never to be discussed in polite conversation, just like money, politics, and religion. Oh hell the topic of sex alone involving couples was only meant to be about procreation. Deriving pleasure from any sort of sexual activity was sinful and would ruin her purity.

Eddie arrived home from the grocery store, informing Chrissy to once again stay put from the front door. It wasn’t too much of a trip, just a selection of things for the kitchen and some of her favorite snacks. Chrissy looked back at her magazine, tracing the photo of Moore’s bump before looking over hers. Demi looked so beautiful and she felt like a fat pig in its pen ready to be gawked at by the farmer before getting a bucket of slop. Why can’t she look as gorgeous as her? Demi seemed so proud of her form at the time, why couldn’t Chrissy feel the same way?

She chucked the magazine at the wall and covered her face. Eddie hurried to the bedroom, his heart sinking at the sight and sound of Chrissy beginning to cry. As he walked in, his eye caught sight of the tossed issue, quietly sighing as he sat beside her.

He kept the lump in his throat at bay, he had to stay strong for her, “Chrissy?”

Her response came out in shaking yelps. She always felt so stupid for asking Eddie this same question again and again, “Eddie, do you think I’m ugly?”

He scooted closer and pecked her forehead, “No Chrissy, you’re not ugly. You’re beautiful.”

To an outsider, Chrissy must have sounded selfish and needy for attention when she was emotional. Her mother would have definitely stated that she was being hysterical, thankfully Laura was miles away. Yet her messages still infected her like a parasite to a host body.

She tightly shut her eyes. “I’m not Eddie! I’m just a fat pig! I look disgusting!”

He laid beside her, gently cradling his beloved as her tears came down. Eddie always wanted to solve whatever issue was bothering her. In the ten years that they’ve been together, he’s learned that sometimes all she needed was someone to listen and hold her. Someone who could be there when her mind began to spiral. He was angry at a number of things that caused Chrissy to feel this way: Her mother for one, Jason and how he treated her, the things that she was told in her household (another point for Laura Cunningham, what a surprise), and all of the bullshit they’ve grown up with in magazines, ads, tv, and movies. Proclaiming that no one will be happy unless they buy the latest and greatest in whatever product was being sold. Conformity didn’t just stop at the kids, it went after everyone.

“I- I’m sorry Eddie, I’m such a baby,” Chrissy stated with such regret in her voice.

“No. No you don’t need to apologize Chrissy.” He pecked her lips, nuzzling his nose against hers, “And you’re not a baby. You’re not a pig either. You’re you and so much more.” Eddie walked over and grabbed the magazine, looking over the cover with the same disinterest he did when it came out five years ago. “You know that’s the thing about these magazines, they make people feel like shit; even when they try to be inspirational or whatever.” He kneeled beside her, “And you know what?”

She ran her fingers through his locks, “What?”

He smiled affectionately, “You don’t need to look like her or anyone to be beautiful.”

Chrissy smiled when he leaned in and kissed her again, planting his lips from hers all the way down to her budding torso. “Eddie,” she cooed, her tears changing from sadness to sweetness.

He rested his head upon her belly, his smile widening when he felt a kick, “See even our little rockstar agrees you’re the best.” Eddie placed a hand on her womb, changing up his voice to sound more like a dad, or at least his best impression of Homer Simpson, “Is Chrissy gonna be the best mom in the world?” One kick came. “Tell your mom you love her.” Another one. “Sounds like you got a goalie in there ‘Marge.’”

Chrissy couldn’t prevent her snorts as she giggled loudly. Eddie was still the same silly man he’s always been, the only two difference being his age and the hairs on his face. He just sat there and watched her laugh, her smiling face was like the sun, warm and bright. Eddie found himself joining in the fit of joyous celebration as well, tickled pink by her.

Minutes passed and they simply gazed into the others eyes, his hand still on her abdomen. His eyes suddenly widened, an idea emerged in that creative brain of his. He quickly sprung off of the carpet and searched through the drawers.

"What are you doing Eddie?"

He was too busy, his mind focused on finding the instant polaroid camera that the Byers gifted to him as a going away present. Digital photography may be all the rage, but polaroid cameras were still the best thing to exist! Okay, maybe this idea would throw out his point about magazines and conformity out the window, but this was something much more special. Maybe Demi Moore wasn’t wrong about posing on the magazine, but he won’t admit that the cover inspired him of course.

"Chrissy, please let me take a photo of you like this."

She began to hide her face, "Ed-Eddie, I don't have make up on, my hair is a mess, and I look ridiculous."

He sat beside her, "Chrissy, I want to show you how I see you. Please, just one picture. And if you hate it, rip it in front of me. Okay?"

She slowly nodded, she trusted him and knew that he would keep him promise. "Okay."

He stood above her, making sure the angle was just right. The natural lighting came in handy, but it wouldn't last for much longer. He didn't need to do very much with her, she was perfect as perfect could be. All he asked from her was to look into the camera and she did. She felt incredibly self conscious and aware of her nearly naked body, so different from how she looked a decade prior. Should she despise what she saw, then the photo would be permanently erased.

Ready, aim, click.

The camera processed and slowly spat out the photograph. He laid down beside her, waiting patiently for the final result. Chrissy couldn't stop herself from cringing, she hated pictures of herself regardless of her age. This one made her heart dance. She didn't see a repulsive creature, she saw the most stunning woman to have ever graced a tiny picture. So at peace and calm, pleased with herself without a single care in the world. She actually thought that she looked a little bit sexy as well, but that seemed like such a strange idea to think.

Eddie had his own opinion, "Would you look at that Chrissy. God you look amazing. And so sexy.”

Her blush spread across her face, fingers touching her heated cheek, “You really think so?"

"I know so baby.”

One more peck to her cheeks and she practically melted. "Oh Eddie... Edward, my love." She earned a peck to the tip of her nose, "You're too good to me."

“I’ll always be good to you.” A little nuzzle along her neck there and kiss to her forehead next. "Always."

Her eyes went to the camera before falling back on Eddie, “Hey Eddie? Could you take another one?"

He happily obliged, trying out another angle and ready to snap the precious moment. She asked for him to help remove her shorts and the dress shirt for the next couple of shots. It was oddly therapeutic to partake in such an activity, she felt free and confident in herself. She would lay there, looking as if she belonged in a painting. Having only her hands or the bed covers as her props. Eddie just wanted to run out and grab as many flowers as he could and spread them across the bed, but this felt much more wonderful and intimate. Every single photo that came out looked absolutely stunning. There was an incredible deep strength behind the pictures, as well as a gentle vulnerability.

They didn’t need very much for their private photo session, just each other. Maybe it seemed a bit silly, but Chrissy was finding herself on a journey of acceptance and loving her whole self.

Stretch marks and all.

#hellcheer #eddie munson #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #chrissy cunningham #eddie x chrissy #pregnant hellcheer #pregnant #hellcheer fic #hellcheer fanfiction

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royale high blackwood manor (shooter minigame) tips

hi everyone, idk how much the Greater Royale High Community (tm) knows this stuff or how much people have figured it out, but i know a few friends haven't so im making a guide full of tips some of my friends have found useful.

blackwood manor is, with a little aim, EASILY the fastest way to farm candy (and for me the most fun). i've written this guide assuming that the player doesn't have much experience with the shooter genre at all just so i can cover all my bases.

THIS IS NOT A CANDIES GUIDE. it's a gameplay guide + analysis that may result in you getting more candies. all screenshots in this guide were taken on graphics setting 9.

this post includes:

what i consider the best FPS setup

how to see

some thoughts i have about how projectiles/enemies work

cosmetic tips

a tl;dr because it's too long

LASTLY, A DISCLAIMER: this is helpful for ME!!!!! if you have another system that works for you, feel free to share! this is not an attack on how anyone else plays the game or a presumption that i am the best royale high blackwood manor gamer, it's just a bunch of things i've found that my friends think is helpful.

how to play as an FPS the easiest way + visibility tips

DON'T PLAY ON MOBILE. i mean someone out there is gonna prove me wrong by being awesome at this game on mobile but i've heard nothing but complaints from mobile users playing this game. i have no clue how it handles on xbox. i play on PC with mouse and keyboard because it's how i play most shooters.

royale high has the shift button mapped to sprint, so playing as a TPS, you'll be right clicking and dragging a lot *or* toggling shiftlock all the time. FPS is the way to go.

when you zoom in, you may be met with your gun blocking your screen like this:

the surest way i've found to get rid of this is to use the "ninja" or "crawl" walkpack. it's under animations -> walk packs. if you're unfamiliar with RH, note that you have to jump or walk to reset the walk pack. here's the FPS view for ninja, then crawl, both idle and when fighting at a standstill:

the main benefit to using crawl is that the gun is basically never visible, even when running and shooting, because it's below the HUD. this means you're never gonna have it blocking your vision. but when you look down, you're gonna see your RH nickname, since it's in front of your first person view sometimes. you can get rid of that by resetting your RH nickname to display your normal roblox display name, but the RH nickname is such a big social part of RH that idk if that's a benefit unless you really, REALLY can't handle seeing the gun shake.

that said, with ninja equipped, your gun WILL be in view when running and not shooting... so it depends on your preferences.

(i also suspect that you may have slightly less range with crawl. but i also suspect that is not actually an advantage in this minigame. more on that later.)

the elder animation is also pretty solid, but the takes up a lot of the screen when shooting. here's that for comparison.

lighting tips

now you have to worry about seeing. it could be my monitor settings, but i see better WITHOUT the night vision goggles. (you can turn them off if you have them equipped in case you want them just for the looks.)

when i first wrote this i swore by the headlamp - but i turned my graphics settings down and noticed the effectiveness of the headlamp entirely depends on your graphics settings. to summarize:

on settings 1 and 2, it's so muted i can only tell it does something looking at my avatar. it hardly projects onto the environment at all.

on 3, its brightness is slightly more noticeable, but still pretty terrible.

on 4 and above, the spotlight is much clearer and it has a noticeable effect on the environment around it.

luckily, there's another way to make the environment glow that's fairly effective at all graphics settings: items designed to emit a nondirectional glow. this includes things like candles, lanterns, etc. a lot of wings i thought would do this don't; dewdrop mist does for some reason but it only helps a little. the items i listed will be the most effective, and they're best with the light source set to white. this will largely just help you with your immediate surroundings (i.e. running into a wall) but it does help. on graphics settings 1 thru 3, this is your most powerful option.

if you don't have any, there's a new item this royaloween that emits a good glow: the pumpkin wand. equip this and change the colors however you want, but make the light itself white. if you don't have the item, google a guide for royaloween 2023 chests and it'll be in there.

two warnings: 1) it'll look in third person mode on your avatar that stacking tons of glowing items adds more glow, but in first person mode i don't know if they help much. 2) not every item that has a bloom glow effect will emit an actual light source anywhere near your avatar.

top: just the headlamp. middle: headlamp + Nightmare Cavern Lantern item. bottom: headlamp + Nightmare Cavern Lantern + Pumpkin Wand.

the game is always gonna be super dark appearance-wise, which is actually one of my least favorite things in a shooter. most of my navigation is done by just knowing the map, which is kinda unfortunate.

some combat thoughts i've had

the game is definitely designed to encourage you to seek out the ghosts. they can lose you by moving through walls, but they move at roughly your own walking pace. and while you can't go through walls, your bullets can. this means when they go through a wall, you can sprint to find them in a reasonable time frame, all while shooting at them.

your gun shoots a projectile which travels a short distance in front of you in an arc. i THINK the projectile is actually dealing damage to the ghosts, because shooting something out of range will miss if the projectile goes below it but your cursor is on the ghost. it also feels like the damage isn't dealt until the projectile lands on the ghost, so there's no invisible instantaneous damage arc.

this means you can arc your shots by firing them higher. if you haven't played a game where this is important, this means taking advantage of how the arc from the gun is shaped. if you aim slightly higher than the target, you can hit a target further away. if you've played a game with a bow and arrow, like botw/totk, you've probably done this. the same thing applies to this game.

that would be really useful, BUT!!! the ghost-sucking mechanic also encourages you to follow them. it can be REALLY tempting to stand around getting arc-snipes on the ghosts, but that means when it's time to capture them, you're across the map from them fighting your way thru dark walls trying to close the distance and someone else will get the ghost! you'll still collect candies for shooting the ghost, but you can collect even more if you suck them. plus, the timer means for some ghosts, you REALLY won't capture them alone unless you start immediately.

so when is arcing shots useful? simple: the biggest ghosts. the ghosts all hover about the same distance from the ground, and the ghosts with the highest XP are the tallest. these ghosts are going to attract a lot of players. if you want to get the most candy out of them, you NEED to be pumping damage into them. so if you can't pursue it and maneuver thru the map at the same time, it can be beneficial to hang back and aim at it from far away, THEN close the distance once it's almost time to capture it.

i think this is clever not only because "big ghost = more HP" makes a lot of sense if you've literally ever played a game before, but because their height encourages players to arc their shots anyways. the highest HP ghosts are the easiest to aim at from a distance. the tall skinny ones take a little more aim, but they're still easier to hit at a distance not just from the bigger hitbox, but because it encourages you to aim in a way that maximizes your range. pretty cool, huh?

just remember, if you've never played a shooter before: at range you need to aim ahead of the target with slower projectiles like the ones in this game.

also: the distance your gun travels is DEFINITELY dependent on how high it is from the ground. your range feels like it's HALVED when using crawl compared to ninja. this means the ideal way to play the game seems to be to equip super high heels and then use an animation that keeps the gun away from your vision.

cosmetic tips

save an outfit with the goggles and/or headlamp and you'll be able to use them year-round. i've been using the goggles all year this way. here i am wearing an outfit in royale high with them. second pic is to show you that the headlamp still works!

you can change the colors of the headlamp and night vision goggles. the night vision goggles even support patterns on the metal part. adding a pattern to the glowing eyes will make them stop glowing.

the headlamp will equip an average color if you try to use a pattern with the band. using a pattern or a dark color will cause the glow effect on the item to stop working, but the light emitted to the environment doesn't appear to depend on the color you select for the headlamp at all. ugly combination of the two for demonstration:

if the headlamp doesn't go with your outfit, the skull crown layers really fantastically over it. it'll look like the skull is glowing.

and, of course, combining that with the ability to change the colors of the lamp/goggles, you basically get custom glowing skull this way:

my favorite combination for the night vis goggles is the breathe me mask. this is a super unpopular outfit item, but it works really well with the halloween gear. when it glows, it blocks the bulkiness of both items and only the lights show through. equipping a dark color or pattern will let all the details show through. both effects are super cool for a sci fi vibe.

but honestly, i will put these goggles over ANYTHING.

in conclusion:

FPS is the best way to play the minigame. it gives you the most aim control while moving. if RH could map sprint to anything else TPS might be viable. but right now it's not. to play FPS, make sure you've got an animation equipped where the gun isn't in your face.

SAVE AN OUTFIT WITH THE EVENT ITEMS SO YOU CAN USE THEM ALL YEAR. THEY ARE FREE and if you play sunset they are SUPER HELPFUL IN SPACE/SCI FI THEMES.

equip a glowing item with white light to help you see.

happy hunting!

#royale high #roblox #yes i have a life no i dont believe it either

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