Ticket Taker x AFAB!Reader
I have no title for this one. This is just slightly self-indulgent possible smut. MC is GN as fuck, but there are a couple things that could be read as more afab than amab. This is also longer than I thought it was gonna be.
CW: stalking, voyeurism I think that's all honestly
You groan as you shuffle up the final stair to get to your apartment floor. Your shift was far longer than it had any right to be and though you tried to visit the circus afterwards you couldn't make it to any of the shows, the sheer overwhelming ache in your feet and the strain in your eyes had you leaving after 20 minutes. You could feel Ticket Taker's eyes on you as you left so early, nearly tripping over a rope that secured a nearby tent didn't hinder his gaze on you. At least, it didn't feel like it did, but you were too tired to think about it or be embarrassed over it.
You retrieve your house key and open the door, ideas of chamomile tea and a warm bath danced around your mind when you remembered that you changed your sheets before going into work today. The idea of crawling into fresh, clean sheet has you practically moaning as you close and lock the door behind you. Tea first, then bath, then sleep. That was your decided course of action.
You made it further than you thought before anything happened. You started up the bath water while waiting for the water to boil for your tea. A splurge you had been saving you decided to use, a jasmine and lavender bath bomb, you added in before moving back to the kitchen to make your tea. You poured the water and let your tea steep for the appropriate amount of time before adding a generous amount of honey. You closed your eyes as you took your first warm drink and nearly purred. It was perfect.
You walked back to the bathroom a couple minutes later with your almost empty cup of tea in one hand, your pajamas in the other. Your sleepy mind doesn't process the strangeness of the water being turned off already, nor the few flameless candles lit that were now scattered around the room, you just assumed this was of your own making and you were too tired to remember.
You set you pajamas on the edge of the sink before finishing your tea and stripping. You submerged yourself as much as you could into the warm, serene bath and hummed in delight. You sink slightly deeper, until your ears are under the water, but not your face, the bask in the warmth and silence of it all. The floral steam from the bath did an excellent job at masking the presence of someone that had gone unnoticed until now.
Your bathroom was one of the few places with mirrors in your house and he was worried after your display when you left the circus, not that he would ever admit that out loud. Sure you had gain enough of their trust, but he was still not ready to admit any actual fondness nor desire for you. Even if this wasn't his first time spying on you in your apartment, though it was only his second time actually in your apartment.
The steam from your bath made it easy for him to lightly drift from your mirror, his form still misty until he steps onto the floor. He glanced over to you, a slight pinkish hue dusted over his face at your nude, relaxed form. The urge to touch the soft skin of your stomach and thighs was momentarily hard to resist. He may be a monster, but he was still a man of decorum. Instead he opted for something else to do as you remained unaware.
For starters, he took your empty cup, the towel you planned to use, and your pajamas before venturing further into your apartment. He put your mug into the sink before going to put the towel into the small dryer he had seen you use before. As your towel began to warm, he went to clean the mug, drying it and placing it back where it belonged. He then moved to your room.
The part of him that wanted to reach out and feel your skin was the same part of him that wished there was a mirror here in your room, preferably one looking towards your bed, but one by your closet would also work. There were only two mirror in your apartment that ge was able to come through, the one in your bathroom and the one in your living room. It irked something primal in him that he couldn't watch over you more. Perhaps he will put on in himself while you were distracted? That was not what he was in here for though.
He quietly went through your drawers to put back the clothes you had picked, he had something else for you to sleep in.
Quickly, using the mirror in your living room he fetched some items from his tent. One was a medium sized mirror that he could fit through. He set it against an empty wall in your bedroom, placing it in a way where you would just assume you ordered it yourself and were simply too tired to remember bringing it in. The other items were pajamas, well to be more honest, it was a lingerie set. The soft deep blue lace of the top that would flow and drape beautifully on you with his teardrop shaped secured to where it should rest comfortably between your breasts. The matching bottoms were more close to boy shorts rather than a thong, but that was to hide the little surprise nestled in the center of them.
He placed your new pajamas as well as your freshly warmed towel back into the bathroom before escaping back through the mirror just in time. A few moments later, your phone went off making you groan and lift partly from the tub.
You stood to drain the bath, before rinsing yourself and the tub down. You grabbed the towel as you stepped out and moaned softly at the warmth. You didn't know how or why your towel felt like it just came out of the dryer, but right now you didn't care. You wrapped yourself in the warmth and looked around for your cup.
"Either one of the boys broke in and was polite enough to not gawk at me in the bath, or I have a very helpful ghost I could kiss right now," you mumble after not finding your cup. You didn't notice the flash of blue in the mirror at your remark, instead you moved about to get ready for bed. Brushing your teeth, washing your face, drying your hair, putting on lotion, then getting dressed. It wasn't until the clothes were actually on that you realized they weren't what you grabbed. Sure, the large shirt you grabbed was also dark blue, but this wasn't the old band tee you planned to sleep in. This was smooth and soft and lace. You felt pretty in the garment. It fit you well, no pulling or bunching in weird ways. Your fingers gently brushed against the pin at the center of your chest and looked at it with some focused confusion.
"Is this.... from Ticket Taker...?" Your eyes drifted from the reflection of the pin up your mirror. You couldn't tell if he was there still or not, he was, but you wanted to thank him for this rare moment of kindness he gave.
"Thank you," you spoke softly to the mirror, gently placing your hand on it and giving your reflection a sleepy smile. You withdrew your hand and turned off the fake candles before heading to bed.
You paid no mind to the mirror, to focused on the bed that was calling your name. You fluffed and kneaded at your pillows, unaware of the presence watching your every move. He felt more like a teenage boy than the gentleman he is as his eyes tracked the movement of your hips. He looked down at his hand which held a certain remote, trying to decide if he show have you put on a show for him, or let you sleep.