Warnings: Female reader, no use of Y/N, making out, almost fully clothed grinding, clothed fingering, bit of exhibition/voyeurism, vaginal sex.
Wordcount: 6317
Summary: He'd given you his card, invited you to the studio with the promise of a good time, and the show had been amazing for sure, but did the night really have to end once the cameras turned off?
Notes: I really wanted to write this the other day but I was too sleepy and went to bed early y'know like a baby 😖 anyways I've been wanting to do a sequel to Susceptible since I first posted it and somehow it ended up even longer so this is for you hehe hope you enjoy~ 💗💗💗
Wait for me by the back entrance at 11:00
Phil will let you in
JD
You don’t know how many times you’d looked at the card he handed you since that night, but the corners were starting to bend and the pen marks were beginning to smudge, just a little. You forced yourself to leave it be as you checked your appearance one last time, the mirror by the front door to your apartment offering its final encouragement as you decided there was nothing left you could do to delay your departure before you were late. As soon as you were out the door you had to resist the urge to sprint, your heels sending muffled echoes down the hall as you headed straight for the elevator, a kindly old woman holding it for you with a smile.
You had the sense to call a cab early so you wouldn’t have to risk waiting and missing your 11PM deadline, the car stalling right outside the door as you waved to the driver and got inside. ‘Fiske Studios, please,’ you tell him, the small building owned by a branch of UBC now very well known thanks to a certain Mr. Midnight. Your leg bounced the entire way there, the card once again in your hands as you stared out the window, neighbourhoods giving way to open city streets, more cars circling around you like a school of fish. You hated driving in the city, it was the main reason why you dedicated so much of your paycheck to cabs, but tonight you were starting to wish you’d driven yourself as you hit the tenth red light in a row.
The driver sensed your anxiousness as you bit your lip for just a split second before your purse was opened and your lipstick was uncapped, the tiny mirror in your hand reassuring you that it’d be fine, you looked great, it was an easy fix. ‘Hot date tonight?’ he asked over his shoulder, his voice startling you a little as you snapped the mirror shut again.
‘Uh, going to a live show, actually,’ you said cautiously, avoiding a yes or no to his question; it’d be too presumptuous to say yes, but god if you didn’t want to hope. ‘I’m meeting a few friends there, don’t wanna be late and all.’
‘Oh, well, girl’s gotta have some fun on a Friday night, I guess,’ he said as he looked you over in the rearview, your coat pulled a little tighter over your shoulders as you forced a smile and tried not to look to disgusted; this was yet another reason why you were so fond of Jack Delroy, he’d never make you feel that way, what with him being such a gentleman and all.
The memory of the night you met made you shiver briefly as the hallucination flashed through your mind again, the false feeling of his hands on you having haunted you all week. You sucked in a very long breath through your nose as you willed the pink to leave your cheeks again, the last thing you needed right now was this guy seeing you get covered in goosebumps and assume it was because of what he’d said. You actually hadn’t been able to watch Night Owls since that night, feeling almost guilty about it even though there was no way he would know you hadn’t seen all the exciting things he’d been talking about. You’d tried last night, but as soon as the wall had opened and he’d strolled on out with that smile and his eyes instantly finding the camera you’d become a right mess way too fast and had to turn it off again, your heart pounding and your legs pressed uncomfortably tight together just at the sight of him.
Goddamn you Carmichael Haig.
The studio came into view with the latest turn and you readied yourself to get out, money already in hand by the time the car had stopped. The bill was settled and you stepped out into the cool night air, cutting off the driver’s wish for you to have a good night with the slamming of the door, and you took a look around and tried to guess which way would lead to the back door he’d mentioned. You waited until the car was out of sight, pretending to see your ‘friends’ so it wouldn’t look like you were about to walk down a dark alley by yourself, another deep breath exhaled sharply as you summoned up all of your courage and headed to the right.
It was a large alley, big enough for a car to drive down and reach the parking lot out back, which thankfully held just as many people walking about as the front did. A lot of them favoured a large, metal door up a tiny flight of stairs, keycards flashed to unlock it before it was held open for several people at a time, everyone helping each other in the most efficient of ways. You had no idea which one Phil was supposed to be, and if you waited too long you might get pinned as a fan trying to sneak in, so the next time someone approached the area you were lurking in you got the card back out and held it out to him.
‘Um, I’m supposed to find Phil?’ you said uncertainly, the man looking you over before taking the card. ‘Ja- Mr. Delroy told me to meet him here.’
‘How’d you meet Jack?’ he asked, clearly recognizing the handwriting but wanting to be certain all the same as he handed it back to you.
‘At Carmichael Haig’s show, we got to talk for a little bit,’ you explained, your nerves starting to rise the longer you were out there, the paranoia that you wouldn’t be able to get in starting to rise in your chest.
‘Ohhh, so you’re the one he was telling Gus about,’ the man said with a grin, your back straightening at the very thought of Jack talking about you with anyone, let alone with someone in a public place. ‘Yeah, he told me to expect someone, I’ll take you up there now if you help me carry something, save me a trip?’
You agreed to his terms, the man apparently being Phil as he shook your hand and handed you the box he was balancing on one arm as you talked. He quickly jogged back to his car to grab another box before returning to you, the door held open for you both as you squeezed past another employee and followed him through the maze of hallways and way too many doors to count. The studio itself was actually on the second floor, the first dedicated to offices and meeting rooms and other businessy things, the elevator able to just barely let you both cram inside as everyone got ready for the taping.
‘Is it always this hectic?’ you asked before you realized you were even opening your mouth, Phil just laughing and adjusting his box.
‘Every single night.’
Once the elevator had pinged and the doors had slid open, Phil then led you through a few more hallways until he pushed through a locked STAFF ONLY door, even more people on the other side, although there was more to the area back here, your eyes widening when it hit you that this was the back of Jack’s set. Phil noticed your excitement and set his box down on the nearest table, taking yours in another swift movement before motioning towards the slightly ajar wall panel; the audience’s seats were just in view through the crack, some people already coming in and finding their spots, and you were just in the middle of wondering if you should attempt finding an empty one when you felt a hand on your shoulder.
‘Quite the view, isn’t it?’
You turned to see Jack standing behind you, a look of pure bliss on his face as he watched the band get ready, Gus talking to someone and going over scripts off to the right, the few audience members chatting with each other as they guessed what they’d see that night. He truly loved this job, you could tell he did even after doing it for so many years, and seeing him so in love only made you love him even more. He looked down at you then, a fondness in his eyes as he gave your shoulder a squeeze and led you around back, a little tour before you had to leave him.
‘I’m glad you came,’ he admitted as you took everything in, everyone shifting their gaze towards the both of you as long as they thought they could get away with it. ‘Been looking forward to tonight all week, what did you think of the lineup?’
‘I, uh-’ you trailed off as he pulled you out of the way of a staff member carrying the requested items for tonight’s guest, your coat suddenly feeling way too warm to still be wearing inside. ‘I missed out on them, actually, been a busy week,’ you lied, avoiding his face as your cheeks lit up; you were not about to tell him that it was because looking at him made you remember how he’d felt pressed up against your waist, even if it was fake.
A shiver ran up your spine as you then realized that the heat against your back very much wasn’t however.
‘I’ll have to tell you all about it later, don’t want you missing out on anything,’ he said with a grin, your lips trembling as you tried to keep your smile from getting any bigger. There was no way he’d actually do that, he had to be too busy to entertain you when the PMs turned to AMs, but it was a nice thought indeed.
‘I’d like that,’ you admitted either way, happy to live in the fantasy for just a little bit at least.
‘Jack!’ someone called from just out of sight, a curly-haired man in sunglasses hunting him down with expert precision as he hurried over. ‘Gus just told me you’ve been saving seats all week, you wanna explain why that is?’
‘And there’s my cue,’ he whispers in your ear before using your shoulders to turn you and guide you back to the slit in the wall. ‘Middle front row, furthest left seat,’ he whispered before pushing you to the other side, his attention turned to his producer as he descended upon him for losing them money. You listened for just a second before it hit you that you were there, you were really there, your mouth dropping open as you slowly spun to check out the Night Owls set. People were whispering about who you might be but you didn’t care, not leaving until you heard Gus clear his throat and ask what you were doing.
‘Finding my seat,’ you mumbled, although maybe it had come out as nonsense in your delighted stupor, you couldn’t be sure at the moment.
‘Okay, do you have a ticket?’ he asked, still so polite even though he was very much confused. You just held up the card again, your eyes going higher as you stared at all the lights. ‘I see, so you’re the one he’s been waiting for, right this way.’
The one he’s been waiting for? Clearly you must’ve misheard, Jack Delroy couldn’t possibly have been that excited for you, you’d only spoken for maybe five minutes, tops.
Gus led you to your seat and you instantly sank into it, a 40 minute wait still ahead of you but it felt like no time at all as the rows all filled up and people slowly stopped walking across the set to prepare. On either side of you, cameramen took their places and lined up their shots, the blue screen of the viewfinder catching your attention as you couldn’t help but see what they saw. Gus got himself ready by the band, who were all tuned up and ready to go, and when midnight hit and Gus started calling out that night’s guests, you couldn’t help but bite your lip again as Jack’s name was announced and the wall opened up again to reveal him.
He’d been right, it was an incredible show, his presence so much more overwhelming as you could only focus on him no matter who he stood or sat beside. Every single one of his jokes landed, every eccentric wave of his hands drew you in without fail, and every single smile he shot your way when you laughed only confirmed more and more that you were genuinely glad you came. He tried to talk to you during the breaks but each time he’d been interrupted either by one of his co-workers or someone in the audience ready to snatch up his attention, Jack too polite to refuse either, although it was honestly starting to make you a little jealous.
Before you knew it, his hour had passed and he was saying goodbye, your chest deflating as he was played out again along with his final guest, your hands a little numb as you gave him his well deserved applause. You didn’t want to get up and leave as the rest of the people around you did without hesitation, a chorus of yawns starting to infect everyone like a virus now that it was officially bedtime. You were rooted to the spot, hands clasped in your lap as you wondered if it’d be too presumptuous to assume that maybe he’d come back out again when everyone was gone, wish you your own personal goodnight, people staring again as you waited until you accepted that you’d fulfilled his request, there was no need to stay now.
‘Oh good, you’re still here,’ Jack panted as he jogged over to you, a sheen on his cheeks and forehead from the excitement of the night mixed in with the hot stage lights, ‘I was worried you’d leave when Leo grabbed me just now.’
‘I’m in no hurry,’ you told him as you stood, your clasped hands hiding behind your back so he wouldn’t see you fidgeting. ‘It was a great show, I had a lot of fun tonight.’
His smile turned from Showman Jack to Genuine Jack at that, your ability to always tell coming in handy yet again as you tried to hide your blush by tucking your hair behind your ear. ‘I take it you had a more enjoyable time with me than at Haig’s, then?’ he asked, your blushing deepening at his choice of words.
‘I did, yeah.’ Everyone was packing up for the night around you, no one giving you a passing glance as the desire to get home and sleep overtook their curiosity, and when he stifled a yawn you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty at keeping him. ‘All good things must come to an end though, I suppose; I should really get heading back, it’ll be a nightmare to find a cab this late.’ You didn’t want to go, but you also didn’t want to press your luck either, and maybe you’d get another invitation to another show, who knew?
‘I could give you a ride, if you wanted,’ he offered, completely catching you off guard as your eyes widened for a second in surprise. ‘Or, if you’re truly a night owl like me, you’d prefer to join me for a drink? I always grab one after a show, can’t sleep otherwise.’
You swallowed, mouth cotton dry as you went over his offer in your head a few times; was he asking you out on a date? He had to have been, who else went out to get a drink together at 1AM other than people on dates, right? ‘Yeah, a drink sounds great,’ you finally managed to squeak out, the corners of his eyes scrunching when he smiled before offering his arm for you to take, a true gentleman. He led you back through the labyrinth until you reached the parking lot, his car parked in a spot with his name plastered against the wall behind it, most of the other cars already gone now that their owners were free.
His car was simple, nothing too flashy like someone else in his position would own, the seats worn on the inside and telling you that he must’ve had it for many years. You tried not to look too nervous as he unlocked his door and let himself in, his long body stretching across the front so he could unlock the passenger side as well; an old car indeed, he was taking very good care of it for it to still look that good. You thanked him as you sat down and shut the door, the smell of his cologne stealing your breath away as you were surrounded by purely him, the faint smell of smoke mixing in with it, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried not to look too obvious.
He shot you a glance as he clicked his seatbelt into place, the noise making you come back to your senses and do the same so he could start driving. There were quite a few bars around there, some late night diners as well, and you grew more and more confused as he drove by all of them without a word. By the time you left the city and started to head towards a more residential area, you were starting to wonder if you were going for a drink at all, not remembering ever telling him where you lived, of course this neighborhood was much too nice, maybe you should be flattered if he thought you lived around here.
‘Are we still…?’ you tried to ask, your question dying out as he then turned into the driveway of a very nice but modestly sized house, all the lights off inside telling you that no one was home. He didn’t turn off the engine though, his eyes on the wheel before he turned to you, a hopeful something in his eyes that mirrored your own.
‘Would you like to come inside? Or should we try calling that cab?’ he asked you gently, giving you the choice of what you wanted to do now that you knew where you’d be drinking, your heart thumping a little faster as you adjusted the strap of your purse and flashed him the most confident smile you could muster.
‘You did promise to tell me all about the shows I miss,’ you reminded him, Jack’s smile softening as he agreed with a, ‘Yes I did.’ The engine shut off and you both exited the car, the night air making you shiver as you held your coat a little tighter over your arms. He noticed immediately, his suit jacket draped over you before you could confirm or deny you wanted it, heat spreading throughout you as the scent of his cologne hit you even harder. You wrapped yourself up in it, face tucked into the collar as you headed for his front door, always a few steps behind until he unlocked the door and pushed it open, allowing you to go in first.
It was a modest place, decorated more cozily than anything, and you felt right at home as you stepped inside and took a look around; the walls held photos of family and friends, his coworkers and people he’d met through Night Owls spaced out around them, the surfaces of every table and shelf decorated with something and filling the space while also feeling sparse. Cozy was definitely the right word, but it also felt like a bachelor pad in the way he’d left clothes draped over the back of the couch, how the kitchen was pristinely clean from rare use based on the amount of menus he’d collected into the holder by his phone, and the dedicated minibar off in the corner so he could entertain guests.
He headed there now as you observed your surroundings, his voice breaking your thoughts as he asked you to pick your poison. You gave him your desired drink request, Jack’s eyes shining as he located the bottle amongst the plethora of them in his reserve, whisky placed next to it as he located a couple of glasses next. ‘Ice?’ he asked casually as he poured both drinks, you kindly refusing as he grabbed a couple for himself. The ice crackled in his glass as he returned, the sound pleasant to you and filling the air as he handed you your drink. ‘I’d offer you a seat at the table, but my back is killing me tonight, if you’d rather join me on the couch?’
What a liar, you could always tell when he was acting. You accepted anyways, pretending to buy into it as you both took opposite ends of the old leather couch situated in front of his fireplace. The cushions creaked underneath as you sat down, Jack letting out a sigh that didn’t sound fake as he relaxed, his body sinking right in before he took a sip and turned to look at you. You blushed and looked away, focusing on your glass as you swirled the contents around, now wishing for ice since watching it would be a good distraction.
You’d been so focused on his home that it was starting to dawn on you that you were in his home, on his couch, drinking his liquor, his focus on nothing and no one other than you. ‘Dreamer, here, awake,’ you whispered softly under your breath, remembering what Haig had said to snap you out of it and needing to make sure this wasn’t just another dream.
‘What was that?’
Oh god, it wasn’t a dream, you were really here, and his arm was now on the back of the couch, casually reaching towards you as he tilted his head to the side with an amused grin.
‘So, how did the shows that I missed go?’ you quickly choked out, Jack chuckling at how your voice sounded way more broken than you’d wanted before downing the rest of his drink and setting the empty glass on the coffee table in front of him.
‘Well, on Monday I got to interview someone about his upcoming play, so that was interesting,’ he began, his body turned more towards you as he spoke. ‘On Tuesday, we had a man who sailed halfway around the world and narrowly survived being shipwrecked, and he read us an excerpt from his captain’s log, which he revealed he’ll be turning into a book to preserve the memories of his shipmates.’ He slid a little down the leather, genuine interest in his eyes as he spoke, that another thing you loved about him. ‘Wednesday was Game Night, as you know, and one of our audience members managed to win the jackpot and gave us a victory dance to celebrate. Gus tried to attempt it and fell on his ass, so everyone made me try it and I nearly crashed into my stage, everyone had a lot of fun that night.
His voice started to soften as he moved a little closer, your body frozen in both awe at what you’d missed and also the sight of him starting to fill up your entire view, your drink forgotten in your hands.
‘And then on Thursday we took a call from a man who thought he had superpowers, can you believe that? He truly believed he got them from another dimension, so fascinating.’ He was just about to slide over the middle cushion, your legs pressing tightly together so you wouldn’t touch him on accident, your lip worried between your teeth again. ‘I asked him to come on the show, but he hung up, I hope he calls again next week.’ His arm was completely behind you you finally noticed as his thumb brushed against your shoulder just enough for you to feel it over your coat and his suit jacket, the heat of both starting to make you sweat as he stayed just outside your personal space, ever the gentleman as he waited for you to tell him to back up.
You didn’t, your tongue darting out and tasting your lipstick as you glanced to the side, seeing just enough of him to know that he didn’t look dangerous, or overly sexual like your fantasy had been, his actual expression one of wonder as he remained just out of reach. You felt like you had to comment on his week, say something in response to what he was telling you but you couldn’t, the sound of his thumb running over the fabric directly in your ear as you finally took your first sip.
‘Sounds like I missed a lot,’ you eventually said, Jack nodding and shifting as he got comfier, the movement sending him a little closer to you. ‘Maybe you should invite me back again, I could probably make time for that.’
‘I’ll have to see if I can get you an actual ticket this time, then, Leo was very unhappy I snuck you in.’ His voice was so low as you took another, bigger sip, his arm sliding off the back of the couch and just barely resting against the very bottom of your neck.
‘Is that what that was? I’ll be sure to use the front door next time.’ Another sip, his other hand in plain sight on his thigh as it traveled down towards you.
‘I think I’d prefer to escort you in myself, so you don’t get lost, it’s like a maze in there.’ You watched his hand just barely touch the hem of his jacket, a soft hum leaving his throat as his eyes half-lidded. ‘You look good in this, I might have to let you borrow it more often.’
‘You assume I’ll need it again? How presumptuous of you,’ you joked in an attempt to keep things light, but it fell flat as you looked at him while you said it, his expression rendering you speechless in seconds. Now that you were facing him he couldn’t resist the urge to touch your cheek, his fingertips just barely brushing against you and making you shut your eyes as you tried to lean against them, the contact causing shivers to run down your spine at how incredibly gentle it was.
‘I really am glad you came tonight,’ he whispered as he leaned in, breath soft against your face as you both held off from closing the gap, ‘god, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.’
You nearly dropped the glass, Jack placing his hand over yours to make sure you didn’t before taking it away entirely. ‘Y-you’re just telling me what I wanna hear,’ you repeated from your fantasy, Jack leaning away to set the glass down before letting his forehead rest against your own.
‘Is it working?’
You grabbed onto his tie and pulled him into you, your mouths crashing together as you kissed him with all the need of someone who’d wanted this for years. He braced himself on the back of the couch as you leaned against the arm, your body arching up as he rearranged how he was sitting to kneel over you. He wasn’t as forward as your fantasy, which was understandable considering you knew very well that he’d only acted the exact way you wanted, but instead you discovered that he was slow, making as many points of contact as he could while giving you space. He was obsessed with kissing away the rest of your lipstick but he never tried to take more than you were giving him, your bodies still too far apart as he caressed you.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ he repeated as his hand left your jaw to travel down to your hip, not to hold down or make you keen but just to feel the soft curve of your body; he was committing you to memory, tracing over each wrinkle in the fabric, each place that made you squirm just a little.
‘Jack…’ you sighed as he pushed both coats aside to gently kiss at your neck, small things that made you want beyond the sweetness, the love. ‘Don’t make me wait anymore, please…’
He pressed a single kiss to your jaw at that, sitting back just enough so he could look at your face. You turned away, embarrassed by your neediness, but he turned you back to him with only a whisper of a touch, a plea instead of a command. ‘How long have you been waiting?’ he asked, lips hovering just above yours, pulling away when you tried to close the gap.
‘Years.’
He kissed you again, a little rougher this time as his own need was made clear, his body shifting down until he was laying himself on top of you, and for however real your fantasy had felt, it was fucking nothing compared to the weight of him pressing pure want directly into your waist. It made you gasp how good he felt, your legs spreading until your skirt wouldn’t stretch any further, the desire to hike it up all the way so you could feel him a little better making you almost actually do it. It was him who made that move when he felt you struggling, your legs pressed into his almost uncomfortably, and he placed his hands at the hem and waited for your okay, not wanting to do anything without your permission.
What a fucking gentleman.
You nodded and he lifted your skirt, your back arching off the couch so it could be bunched up, your underwear on display just the smallest amount before your skirt was let go. That small amount made him blush, his lips parting as he then palmed himself to ease the strain of his own clothes, his nice suit pulled taut over his dick as he kneaded. It made you want him even more, the fantasies of seeing him like that deciding to play like the world’s longest and lewdest film in your mind, reminding you of every single thing you wanted to do to him, what you wanted him to do to you.
‘I want to feel you,’ you told him, his eyes fluttering shut like the quicktalking showman Mr. Midnight couldn’t handle a bit of dirty talk; he was so cute it almost hurt as he moved his hand aside for you, granting you access to the space while he tried to undo his belt. You rubbed him over his pants, listening to the sounds he was making and letting your desire grow with each one, and when his belt was undone and his zipper was down you tugged just his pants over his hips just enough to show off his bulge a little better. It strained over the opening, the sight so tantalizing that you’d risk staying hypnotized forever if this really was just another dream, his body laying down over yours again as you wrapped your leg around him.
He started to grind against you, the fantasy definitely not doing him justice as a sinful heat warmed you up in an instant, the coats much too hot as you tried to strip them both off. He helped you but didn’t stop moving, each thrust just enough to create the best friction you’d ever experienced. There was no audience this time, no one to risk ruining this for you, and you took full advantage of that as you let out a deviously loud moan when he rubbed against you just right.
‘God…’ he panted into your neck, hips moving just a little faster, and it felt good but it wasn’t what you wanted, not entirely. You reached down between where your bodies touched to try and get a hold of his boxers, your nails catching over the waistband just out of reach. He felt your attempts and knew what you were trying to do, his face unsure even though he still couldn’t stop. ‘Are you sure?’ he needed to know, his hips finally stilling for the most part, your eyes watering with how much you meant it as you told him yes. He groaned as he reached between your legs, feeling your wetness seeping through your panties as you moved against him, your head instantly falling back.
The sounds you let out were indecent, he wasn’t even inside you yet and he was making you fall apart just because it was him who was doing this, his fingers rewriting your brain and telling you that you’d never be able to get off on just your imagination ever again. He played with you as his other hand pushed his boxers down the rest of the way, his dick falling free and making him hiss as he gave himself a few strokes, the sound getting you to look up. Your legs twitched as you almost came just from the sight alone, his eyes shut tight as his head lolled to the side, his impressive length looking even bigger in his hand as he got himself ready.
As soon as he felt your eyes on him he locked onto you, his big, showman smile showing a little more teeth than usual as he let you watch, his own sounds almost addicting as he let you know exactly how good his own hand felt. Between the sight and his hands making the both of you feel good, you didn’t know how much more you could take of this before you were shoving him down, Jack sensing your desperation and leaning back over you. He pulled aside your panties and rubbed you a couple more times before pressing his waist against yours, spreading your wetness along the underside of his shaft, grinding against you this way until you were practically begging him to do more, please.
He chuckled at your reaction before taking himself in hand again, spreading it even more before holding himself up to your entrance, one last chance to back out. You made sure to lock eyes with him as you grabbed his tie and pulled him down to you once more, your mouth falling open as he pushed deep inside of you the more you pulled. You didn’t stop until you were full, the two of you panting into each other's mouth before he started to move, both of your legs wrapping around him this time as you tried to take him even deeper.
It was hot, you were sweating, you could see the sheen on his cheeks and forehead again as he suffered in the almost entirety of his suit versus your outfit, and you helped him relieve some of his suffering as you started to unbutton his shirt. You shoved it off one shoulder before he was tearing it off of himself and tossing it away, your own shirt pushed up to reveal a heaving stomach, muscles working hard under the flesh as he thrust into you, your body unable to move with him thanks to the arm of the couch keeping you in place.
It ensured he always hit the deepest part of you since your body couldn’t shift away, one of your hands on your stomach while the other took his own and placed it on your chest. He began to knead you over your bra, it soon out of the way as he yanked it down and wrapped his mouth around a nipple, his motions speeding up a bit as you tangled your now free hand into his hair. ‘You feel so good,’ you couldn’t stop yourself from saying then, starting to get overstimulated, and at your words he jerked a little erratically, like it’d made him stumble. ‘You- you were so handsome tonight, did so well, I couldn’t stop staring at you…’
He was moaning nonsense into your chest as you praised him, something about what you were saying making him fall apart; his head rested against you as he rutted into you with wild abandon, your hands just holding him there as you kept whispering what he wanted to hear. You meant it, every word, but to know that this much was making him practically whine against you was also addicting, needing him to know everything you felt for him, how proud you were of him, how you’d never be able to feel anyone but him for the rest of your life.
‘Come inside me, make me yours, I want to be yours,’ you pleaded, Jack grasping at you like a drowning man grasps at his saviour, a few more thrusts making your head fall back before he did just that. His hips jutted a few more times as warmth filled your insides, the sensation mixed with his broken gasps bringing you over the edge as well, his nails digging into your flesh where he held you, your hands thoroughly messing up his perfectly styled hair. When he was done he collapsed against you, his weight once again so incredibly nice as he pinned you against the cushions, the leather sticking to your skin and keeping you very much in place.
‘If I’m too heavy-’ he started to say before he shifted and cut himself off with a whine, his attempts to get up thwarted immediately.
‘You’re not,’ you reassured him, your fingers attempting to straighten his hair back into place, a small courtesy for him letting you grab him so hard in the first place. ‘We can just… stay a while.’
‘Do you wanna risk that? I might fall asleep on you like this,’ he asked like it’d be a bad thing; what a gentleman.
‘I think that’d be worth the risk,’ you told him as you kissed his forehead, Jack reaching up to cup your cheek before gathering all his strength to kiss you goodnight.
Warnings: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, slowburn, slight exhibition (Belle Reve), touch-starved induced desperation, making out, sudden smut, handjobs.
Wordcount: 2970
Summary: Even with every personnel in Belle Reve questioning why you wanted him, you kept coming back for more so long as they kept letting you touch him just out of sight.
Notes: Even when I try to drabble I still can't resist the buildup cause I love him so much oop- This is the first request I've ever gotten/filled so here we gooooo :'D I hope you like it, thank you so much for sending something in 💗💗💗
You were 100% certain that everyone had caught on by now to what you two were doing, but it was hard to care when orange fabric was bunched under your hands and the sound of his poorly quieted voice was in your ear. Belle Reve was well known for its lack of care towards its residents, so at first you’d both assumed that someone would barge in at any second to tear you apart, ban you from ever returning, but you were going on your fifth visit now with no one disturbing you, so even if you weren’t as perceptive as you’d thought and they were watching on a camera you’d missed no one made it known.
You’d first seen him on TV, shakycam footage barely capturing him as he and the other prisoners briefly designated as ‘Heroes’ made quick work of the current bigger threat destroying the city, and the way his powers had lit up the area in a rainbow of colours had instantly drawn you in, made you forget all about the danger as you hid in your apartment and waited in terror for it to be over, trembling hands clasped together in front of your heaving chest as you prayed you’d be safe. He’d destroyed that threat singlehandedly the second he was sure no one else was in his way, the others chiding him in the footage as he’d closed up on himself and apologized, having forgotten their goal of taking the villain alive so he could join them in their home.
He was so unlike anyone you’d ever seen before, a timebomb of danger wrapped up in a polka-dotted bow, hands fidgeting and head downturned nervously while the destruction of what he could do showed all along the street up to where gory remains decorated the open main road.
As the reporter took over the submitted shakycam with her own live footage, people circled the villains to thank them, albeit keeping their distance even as they reached out to shake hands, pat backs, give gifts that would definitely be confiscated as soon as they returned. No one thanked him for killing their target, everyone too afraid of the gauntlets holding back bright lights and coloured dots, worried that he’d turn them on the crowd next even as the infamous Harley Quinn herself showed off the gun she’d stolen from one of the fallen policemen to a couple kids who’d wandered up to praise her without their parents’ permission.
That wasn’t fair at all, he’d needed some thanks too.
So you’d left your apartment and hurried down to them, the fight just a couple blocks away, the still burning circles in the buildings and pavement growing in number the further you got. They were already starting to get into the armoured vehicle that brought them there by the time you’d arrived, and you didn’t know his name so you could only call past the gathered guards making sure they didn’t run before he disappeared out of sight. He turned to face you, one of his teammates elbowing him to go when it became obvious that you were there for him; he walked back down the lowered ramp to approach, looking apprehensive that you’d want to talk to him when the others were right there, so you’d extended your hand to shake his, prove that you weren’t afraid but rather thankful for his help as you reached as far as you could between the two guards keeping you at a distance for your own safety.
The moment his hand touched your own you knew that you could never let him get away again.
Visitors to Belle Reve were always heavily inspected and supervised, no one ever allowed to meet face to face for fear of what could happen to either party as well as those around them, and they made that explicitly clear to you as you passed their inspections and were ushered down the hallway to the partitioned phones. The moment you told them that you were there for the Polka-Dot Man so they knew who to get they’d hesitated, turned halfway down the hallway to look at you like you were crazy, some weird thing to be studied for wanting to see him of all people. You’d just simply shrugged and told them you wanted to thank him for the other day.
He’d never had a visitor in all his time being there, and the moment he’d seen you holding the phone opposite of his own he’d gone red in the face, a mix of embarrassment for the continued support and obvious confusion as to why you’d sought him out a second time. It was cute, and while the conversation had been short, his voice low and answers coming out in single worded sentences as he thought about what to say, it still brought butterflies to your stomach until your time was up, your final question asking for his name before you were forced to hang up.
‘Abner…’ he’d told you, like he hadn’t said it in a long time. ‘Abner Krill.’
The second time you visited you asked for permission to talk to him face to face, as his voice barely carried over the phone and he had a tendency to forget he was holding it as he talked to the desk. Request denied, but they’d think about it for the right price, it wasn’t like he was going to escape his birdcage when it kept him safe from himself, the shiny collar around his neck stopping the kaleidoscope from painting the walls in cinders. That conversation had come easier, the guards getting bored and pulling out their phones as you talked about everything and nothing at all, his words flowing a little more freely.
The third time you’d gotten your request with the handing over of a few steep bills slid under the table, Abner looking around at the room before seeing you and smiling. There was a little more space between you compared to the phones but the wall was gone, and you almost missed his questions about your life as you watched his mouth speak, hands rubbing and fidgeting on top of cold metal in his persistent nervousness. The moment you’d started talking about yourself the guard watching over you had sighed loudly in annoyance and walked out, leaving the two of you alone to both of your surprise, the camera whirring in the corner telling you that they were still watching from afar at least.
You shook his hand again when time was up, and he trembled a little less as he stood before you, your bodies dangerously close for a quick moment before the guard rushed in to put a little space between you with an utterly confounded look shot in your direction.
The fourth time you looked around to see if there were more cameras than just the one over your shoulder before he was brought in, his eyes instantly brightening in your presence as they’d recently started to do. He looked more alive, his face less sunken like he was taking better care of himself so you wouldn’t worry, and you longed to hold him as the table became a deep crevasse between you. He wasn’t chained to it this time, they didn’t care enough and he knew better, he was well trained by now, and the moment you were left alone again you’d moved your chair to the empty space on the side, a little closer but not touching, testing the waters as you shot a glance to the camera to see if this was okay.
Nothing happened. No one came. Hands rested in sight as they reached but never touched, the crevasse a little smaller as the space between turned from feet to inches, then centimeters.
When your pinkies linked together it was like a bridge formed instantly, the two of you meeting in the middle as he closed his eyes and just breathed, completely calm as his free hand ran over his arm to make sure the gauntlets were gone, make sure he wouldn’t hurt you. He was touch-starved, that much was apparent as long fingers crawled over your own to create more points of contact, Abner fully holding your hand and forgetting that you were supposed to be talking. Your heart raced as you wanted more, wanted to see what other reactions you could pull from him if just this was enough to make him lean towards you, eager to invade your personal space, or perhaps invite you to invade his.
It was a space he guarded dearly, you’d learned as much over your visits as he told you about how the other inmates treated him, your touch so gentle compared to their punches, both of your chairs sliding over the floor as you closed the gap even more. Still no one came, your eyes going to the door to make sure they weren’t watching you through the wire-meshed glass to see what would happen next but the space on the other side was empty, the camera blinking red high above you as your legs made contact, a buzz of electricity shooting up your spine.
He tried to pull away, surprised by his own brazenness, or maybe it’d been an accident since he was so much taller than you, but you refused to let him, your leg pressed into the cold table leg almost painfully as you pulled him right back. The knowledge that you wanted him close, wanted to touch him even though he could burn right through you in an instant without the collar controlling him, made his chest start to heave then, eyes searching your face for fear but finding none.
Your hand unlinked from his before sliding up his arm, feeling the way he shivered as you reached his elbow, his bicep, muscles tensing under loose fabric just out of sight, a sigh leaving his lips as your fingers carefully trailed over his collar up to his cheek. He leaned into you, slowly at first, like you might change your mind and pull away at any second, his eyes closed tight as chair legs scraped over the ground. The gap closed more and more as you stood, leaned in close enough to see the scars of his time in this place, the way his lips parted ever so slightly as he let out shaky breaths, how long his lashes were as they fluttered in anticipation of what you were going to do next.
The door opened before you could make that final leap, the men who rushed in looking just as confused to your actions instead of angry, and while they weren’t rough with you they did tease him all the way down the hallway as he tried to hide the fact that he’d wanted you in those last seconds, your face flushing as pure longing rushed right to your gut at the sight of something hidden behind shaking hands as he was led to the showers to cool off.
The fifth time you’d come in you’d stared down everyone you passed as they whispered and nodded in your direction, not caring as you headed for your visiting room, no one stopping you even as they shook their heads and questioned your life choices. They still let you wait by yourself, your heart pounding as he was brought in and the door was closed behind him, the guard locking it muttering to himself about how he didn’t get paid enough for this. Abner didn’t even get a chance to sit down as you stood up and grabbed onto his shirt, pulled him down to continue what you’d started with a chaste kiss, testing the waters as he let out a surprised noise against your mouth before it turned into a moan, his hands hovering over you as he tried to decide what to do.
‘Touch me,’ you told him as you parted for a breath, the end of the collar pressing into your own throat as he groaned and kissed you back, dry lips parting to let you in as you ran your tongue experimentally over his bottom one. His hands wandered all over you, touching whatever he could now that he knew you wanted him to, his back hitting the wall and the collar scraping against the brick as he arched against you wantonly. It was like the floodgates had been opened, touch-starved desperation making him want more before you were separated again, your body ready to follow his every command should he ask, wanting nothing more than to make him feel good before he was forced to go back to his solitude.
You palmed him over his pants and he keened needily, hips moving to feel you more before he stopped himself with a choked whine, he was asking too much too soon, surely you couldn’t want him that badly, surely now would be the time you’d come to your senses and see him like everyone else did. You nipped at his bottom lip, got him to look at you before you glanced up at the camera; it was facing the table, the two of you probably just in frame, so you led him to the corner directly underneath it, in its blindspot as you played with the hem of his pants.
‘Do you want this?’ you whispered, voice low so anyone outside wouldn’t hear, Abner’s eyes shut tight again as he nodded his head, slowly at first and then a little quicker as you made contact against his bare stomach. He was breathing so heavily, the growing tent just under where your hand rested making you lick your lips; they were bound to stop you before it got too heated but you could at least give him this, all your fantasies from the past month coming to life as you felt hot skin under your fingertips.
He sighed and let his head fall back, hands gripping you like a vice as you touched him, and you couldn’t help but wonder when the last time anyone else had touched him like this had been, if anyone ever had; it made you a bit jealous to think about the former, of someone else making him look this way before you, so you couldn’t help but selfishly wish you were the first as you wrapped your hand around him. His knees shook, he wasn’t used to it, your name falling from his lips as he started to buck desperately into your hand.
He was beautiful as his jaw went slack, so open with what he wanted as he held you close, your own pleasure building just from watching him come so easily undone like it was the strongest aphrodisiac. His quiet voice came in handy as he moaned out his desires, how good it felt, how he needed more, pleas to not stop sending shockwaves all the way down to your toes as the words started to cut off the closer he got. You felt your throat tighten as his tongue peeked out to wet his lips, needing to taste him again as you swallowed and leaned up to capture him in a deep kiss, his tongue dancing over your own and refusing to let you get away in such a lewd way that it made your head spin.
He didn’t last long between your kisses and your hand attacking him at the same time, his hips jutting with a broken cry of pleasure into your open mouth as he came into your fist, palm gathering as much as you could for his sake. You didn’t realize you were panting as well with how turned on you were as his expression softened into one of pure bliss, a need filling your gut and making you burn with desire unlike anything you’d ever felt before as you wanted more. You pulled your hand free, mouth watering as you felt the sticky substance leak through your fingers, Abner just staring at you through half-lidded eyes as you raised your hand to your mouth, tongue darting out to taste when the door suddenly opened, two guards rushing in.
‘Alright, that’s enough of that,’ one of them said, your fist held by your side as you were pushed out of the way, Abner letting out an actual whine at not being able to return the favour before he was dragged out the door. Once he was out of sight you were led to the nearest bathroom, the guard not fooled at all by your attempted nonchalance and letting you wash up, your hand shaking as you still felt his heat against your wet skin. You wouldn’t do anything about your own situation until you were home, the guard just shaking his head as you rejoined him and followed him to the front doors, the detour allowing you a glimpse of Abner as he walked down a connecting hallway.
Despite the cuffs around his hands and the collar around his neck he looked relaxed, free, not even reacting as one of the inmates passing by tried to insult him, sharp canines biting his lip as he just stared the men down. You grinned, proud of him as you walked out of sight of him again, the highly protected doors leading to the outside world coming into view moments later. You didn’t leave right away, turning to talk over your shoulder as your escort waited impatiently for you to go, a gleam in your eye as you stared into his mask.
‘I’ll be back again next week,’ you promised, everything that came with that unsaid but understood, and he sighed before giving you a shove, everyone around you already whispering about the day’s visit as you just grinned and walked out into the warm Louisiana sun.
Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N, unending cuteness, bit of self-confidence issues, fluff.
Wordcount: 15086
Summary: When your rent unexpectedly is raised and you need to make ends meet before your new hours at work kick in, you find a lot more than what you were looking for when you start up a temporary job at the local Ren Faire.
Notes: I started writing this immediately after the last one, even did a lot that first day, but then things kicked in again and between finishing LtF, getting sleep, and both jobs it's taken me all month to finish OTL which is a shame, since this is probably the biggest Hank fic out there and I've really wanted to share it with you this whole time. I adore how much he loves music, like look at that gif, it's cute enough to make a person cry. I loved getting the chance to write this much for him, and even though it's been a long while by now, I hope you see this and enjoy, anon 💗💗💗
This was the only song in my mind when writing the ending, give it a listen if you want the full effect of the finale.
Renaissance Faire worker wasn't your first choice of summer jobs when your rent increased and you couldn't get enough hours, but it certainly was a fun one you were quick to discover. You'd been to them before, school trips as a kid with everyone going their own ways and eyeing up the cool things their allowance couldn't afford. The light had gone from your eyes as you got older and lost interest without the childish wonder of knights and princesses and giant pickles on sticks in place of rent and jobs and bills to pay.
You were all grown up now, and this was the only real job that didn't require you to write up a 20 page resume just for a few extra bucks to keep a roof over your head until you found something more permanent. Your boss was kind and understood the struggles, so, when summer was over, you'd be grabbing up an extra shift or two from another employee who was getting promoted soon, add a few more hours to your current shifts while the rest was handed out to others who'd be there as long as you, it all depended on what he could shift around. You just need to do this first in the meantime, save up before the change took place, prepare for the strain it’d put on on once it all kicked in; it was the best you could do without finding a second full-time job, so once you were approved you hopped into your car and took a visit to the nearest thrift store.
One wardrobe you could donate to charity in two months later and you were ready to step back into the Renaissance Era for a few hours every weekend, the first step in your rent being secured once more now underway; you'd been planning on moving anyways, the extra money would come in handy so this wouldn't have to happen again under the cruel greediness of your current landlord. Satisfied and ready to act, you pulled into the staff lot for the first time, a small badge flashed to the security officer with a bright smile when the nostalgia hit you and hard. All the sights, the delicious smells, it made you feel like a kid again the moment you stepped through the doorway - a tall wall surrounded the area, wooden stakes on the inside and brick on the outside to keep products and property safe as well as immersion - your eyes instantly taking everything in before you could consult your map.
You were stationed at one of the many merchandise stalls situated around the compound, yours in the entertainment area with different shows all around. You got to listen to them depending on which side you focused on, music to the left, jousting to the right, and a rotation of plays ahead, the others were too far to pick out. You preferred the music or the plays, jousting was mostly just yelling after all, and you found the hours flying by as you quickly got used to the life; you ended up sticking to the leftmost stall in the row of three, that selection of merch tended to go the fastest so the extra help was appreciated instead of you being tossed between all three.
Instead of one person doing it all, you were now there to handle the various toys your specific stall sold, knights and wizards and other ‘boyish’ things, your neighbour being plushies of different types from armoured stallions to dragons, the final stall dealing in princesses and other pretty ‘girlish’ things, so each one could be stuffed as full as possible with everything that fell within and around the subjects. While your co-worker handled the money with hands so fast the line was never kept waiting, it didn't take long for you to get used to where everything was no matter which item it was, even the small things stacked in boxes behind the counters, and even though it wasn't the type of work you were used to, you found yourself really looking forward to the weekend even after only two days.
You were so excited in fact you nearly went shopping again to vary your outfits a bit, but you only had eight weeks of this, it was an unnecessary expense considering you planned on donating it all at the end.
Weekend #2 had you packing a lunch, your wallet was straining enough until your paycheck came in so the less temptations from those Faire foods the better, and when your break finally came around to took your paper bag and grabbed a seat at the current play a little ways down the worn dirt path. You stuck to the back so you could get away with eating your modern food, and you were halfway through your sandwich when you found you knew this scene; you tried to recall if you'd already gotten used to it when a line stuck out to you, this was familiar, and you ran the line over and over in your head until it hit you.
‘Star Wars!’ you exclaimed to yourself in recognition, the family ahead of yourself looking back to glare before turning back to the stage.
‘Took you this long?’ someone asked from your left, and you jumped and nearly dropped your food in surprise. ‘Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, you're just… that's my seat,’ the stranger whispered to you, and you looked back to check for a sign only to make him laugh. ‘I usually sit back here on my breaks, everyone else would rather gather in one of the staff tents and grab some pizza than head to the food courtyard or pack anything themselves, you must be new.’
‘I am, yeah, just started last week,’ you replied, your sandwich started to be put away when he motioned for you to continue, no need to skip your food just because he was there, ‘you been here long?’
‘Yeah, for quite a few years now,’ he told you with his own lunch coming out, his in a worn bag to sell the immersion, he was a pro. ‘My mom got me this job so it'd get me outta the house for the summer, but it was so much fun I decided to stay for the whole year and just never left, what about you?’ He took out a sub on fresh bread, it really fit in more than your sliced bread, and when he took a drink it was from a wooden flask, was he a time traveller? ‘Ha, it's just glued on and painted, my friend works at a stall that makes things so I kinda picked it up on the way with him, so if I need to eat at my own I don't stand out too much.’
‘Smart, I just have a tumbler,’ you grinned, yours covered in stickers of things you liked, and while no one noticed it at your first job, it certainly stood out here. ‘I'm just on for the summer, getting a little emergency money,’ you replied honestly after you finished another bite.
‘Bills?’
‘Rent increase.’
‘Ouch, know how that feels, got so bad at my old place I had to move back in with my mom while I found a new one,’ he winced for you, and while you thought he might complain about that he didn't seem embarrassed about the situation. ‘I'm in a better place now, it's not as big, but my mom likes having her office back. I could give you the address if you want? Not to invite you over or anything, just in case you wanted to consider the building.’
He turned away from you to blush, which he failed at hiding behind a big bite of sandwich and a long gulp from his drink; it was cute, usually people would keep the invitation to their apartment open, even as a joke if the flirting didn't land, but he didn't, he just wanted to help out. It was refreshing to see, so you didn't point out the obvious joke in favour of keeping things light. ‘Glad you were able to find one, apartment hunting always takes it outta me,’ you wished him, which he agreed with. ‘But I've still got two months to search, my lease is up in September when the increase kicks in, so I want to be ready before then.’
‘A friend of mine is really good at finding places, he found me mine, I can get him to look again for you?’ he asked easily, so friendly that he didn't catch how forward he was being in such a genuine way that he stumbled his next words. ‘Or I can just give you the address to mine, whatever you'd like.’
He was too cute for it to be an extension of his immersion, like the flask. ‘Thanks, but I've already started looking and have a couple places in mind, I'll figure things out,’ you laughed quietly so you wouldn't disturb the family ahead of you again, your words drowned out by the audience gasping loudly. ‘They did a good job with this one, do they do other sci-fi movies as old timey adaptations?’ you wondered aloud as you watched along with everyone else a moment, now that you knew what the source was it was interesting to see how they interpreted the sets and costumes, your eyes so focused that you almost missed the way his own were focused entirely on you.
He looked away fast when you turned back to him, his eyes on the ground. ‘Uh, not always sci-fi, but those ones tend to fill the seats the most compared to other modern stuff, as long as it isn't already, y'know, “old timey”,’ he let you know with a small shrug, King Vader being threatened on stage with a proper sword instead of a lightsaber.
‘You must’ve seen a lot of these shows to know what works, do you also work in this section?’ you asked in genuine curiosity, and he watched the actors boast their voices and wave their swords around a moment before longingly shaking his head.
‘I'm not much of an actor,’ he smiled almost sadly, a wistfulness to him now as his eyes followed their movements; you expected him to say more but he never did, his phone then coming out of his pocket and revealing a lockscreen of him with three others huddling close together for the photo, as well as the time, the only break in his immersion. ‘Darn, I gotta get back, but it was fun talking to you, uh, I never caught your name?’ You gave it to him, and he smiled away the wistfulness again at the sound of it. ‘I'm Hank, it was nice to meet you.’
He shook your hand, and his grip was just as gentle as his smile. ‘Same to you, I'd better get back too, those overpriced plastic swords aren't gunna sell themselves,’ you joked as you both gathered up your unfinished lunches. He chuckled to himself and then he was gone, weaving through the crowds coming in to catch the ending last second so he could make it back to wherever he was stationed in time. You watched him go until you lost him, and made a mental note to stop by the bakery for your shift tomorrow.
You put a bit more effort into your lunch for Sunday, waking up a little earlier than usual to stock your brown paper bag with foods that wouldn't clash centuries with your outfit. It was fun to do so, to put in the effort because you wanted to, not because Management was asking you to, and you figured this must be what he felt when he did the same. You briefly wondered if he was doing the same, you didn't know his shift length, but if he liked the place enough for it to be his permanent job you guessed that he also had one of the all day shifts, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.
It was strange, you'd only just met but somehow he stuck in your mind all night, not exactly a blossoming crush, but somehow still just as powerful in your desire to know more; he was a pro, and while, a month ago, you wouldn't have thought twice about some Renaissance Faire Professional, now he had you constantly wondering if you'd see him again today. The thought made you eager to get to work before opening to explore, see if you could find where he was stationed, maybe become more acquainted with the park outside of your route and section out of pure curiosity. You pulled into the lot, dropped off your belongings apart from your phone - for emergencies only and stuffed into your deep pocket - and your lunch so you wouldn't have to make the long trek back and waste time, and did just so, taking your time while everyone else did some last minute rehearsals, stall setups, fed the animals, all the fun things the people outside didn't see before they stepped back in time.
You traveled the well worn paths weathered from thousands of feet just from the past week alone, getting very acquainted indeed with every other stall and show until you reached familiar ground, and with a bit of time to spare you decided to drop off your lunch and check out a little more past your radius when you heard it; it was soft, a tune played over a phone speaker and muffled by the sounds of everyone else, but not nearly enough to be fully drowned out. You followed the sound, an even softer voice reaching your ears the closer you got, something drawing you to it as you entered the music section, several stalls hosting musical instruments for the kids and fun adults to try out. There was also another walled off stage at the end for the band and other musical acts to rotate through instead of plays and actors, the walls high and thick so the sounds wouldn't clash too much with the stalls and become distracting for both sides. It was bigger than you thought, a lot of them still empty since tuning wasn't needed or was already done so their owners were free to walk around and take their time.
The sound was getting stronger, from one of the stalls near the theater, your eyes scanning every which way until your ears locked in on it to your left, to the furthest booth before you crossed over into the theater where the band was practicing first. You wanted to call out but decided against it, just listening to the soft voice sing along to showtunes instead of more old timey covers like everyone else, your brain scrambling to pick out the name when suddenly it stopped. The quiet made you stumble and try and find it again, but the band was now sharing a stage with the a cappella group and helping them with their pitch, your mysterious singer vanished into thin air. You frowned, they hadn't been bad, their voice soft but still strong enough to show off at least a casual love for singing, but when everyone started to head for their stalls you had to chalk it down to stage fright and race back before the doors opened.
You didn't see him until your lunch was nearly over that day, that week's play more recognizable as Star Wars as you ate your sandwich alone, but you had no time to talk between catching just a glimpse of him heading for the opposite side of the theater, maybe he wasn't in the mood to talk.
Weekend #3 was a lot more enjoyable, Hank surprising you at your stall right before the park opened with a much more friendly hello. Your smile brightened before you could stop it after the cold shoulder, and he didn't miss the way it also cooled when your initial happiness at seeing him again started to fade. ‘Sorry for not joining you last weekend, I had a bit of a cold coming on and I didn't want to risk spreading it by being too close to anyone, I actually had to break immersion and mask up before heading home,’ he apologized before you could say anything, ‘my stallmate wasn't too happy about handling the rush without me.’
‘Kinda irresponsible to come in while sick,’ you said as you continued restocking the displays for the day, with summer break starting and kids more ready to come in, certain toys were selling out faster than others you quickly had to learn.
‘I know, I just- I like this place so much, I thought I could power through,’ he winced so sheepishly that you couldn't possibly be mad at him. ‘But I'm feeling better this week! No more mask.’
You looked him over, saw that he did look like he had a healthy glow to him, or perhaps it was just the way the morning sun was filtering through the decorational trees of the compound and shining down on him. ‘You still should've told me,’ you grumbled just to see him wince again, ‘I could've brought you some soup or something.’
His resulting smile was brighter than the sun. ‘I will next time, this place has some excellent homemade soup down in the food courtyard, it's second to none,’ he grinned widely at you, the feeling spreading before you knew it. ‘You should really try it sometime, have you gotten anything from here yet?’
‘Pickle on a stick, of course,’ you joked as you stood with an armful of merch, but his giggle caught you so off guard you nearly dropped it all. ‘That section does smell damn good though when the wind’s just right and it reaches over here, even with all those horses in the way, how do you stand it?’
‘I don't, I usually grab something to go with my sandwich,’ he admitted without hesitation, ‘why don't we go down today? It'll be busy, but they know me, another one of my friends works there, so I might be able to sneak us around back and grab something good.’
‘Didn't know I was befriending a delinquent,’ you fake gasped, Hank rubbing the back of his neck with a small blush.
‘I like to think of myself as a Robin Hood type, at least when I'm here, I'm more of a ranger when I'm out there,’ he smiled softly, like he was in on a joke you weren't. ‘Although… I do want… nevermind, it's silly.’
You raised an eyebrow at him, your interest piqued. ‘You want?’ you encouraged him to finish, but things were picking up, the gates would open soon, and he needed to return to his own stall.
‘Maybe next time,’ he offered as he walked away, but he didn't sound very convinced himself as he disappeared into the thin crowd of employees walking around.
You didn't see him again until lunch, Hank sneaking you away from your stall to lead you to the courtyard dedicated entirely to food, as promised. He was already out of breath when he got to you, like he'd run your way the second he was able to, and you just smiled and let him catch his breath as he got you to hurry before the lines took over and you ran out of time. The courtyard was filled with a proper set of buildings, some like food trucks and one big indoor eating area for rainy days. He was leading you to one of the smaller stalls, one that specialized in soups and stews that paired perfectly with their neighbouring stall of fresh breads and other baked goods, the smells of everything hitting you so hard your pitiful sandwich in your lunch bag would never compare.
‘Here, grab us a table, I'll order around back,’ he whispered so the customers waiting patiently in line wouldn't overhear, but you shook your head, you wanted to check out the menu for your first time. He didn't rush you even though you had a time limit, everything looking so good that you had to give in and take his word for it.
‘Chicken noodle, you've got me craving it now,’ you gave in, and he nodded before fully embodying a sneaky Robin Hood and heading around back where he wouldn't be seen. You chuckled and found a thankfully empty table, it was by the garbage bins but that just meant no one would be begging for your seat anytime soon, and you waited admittedly impatiently for him to return with each second the smells made you hungrier. When he returned you felt ravenous at the sight of two large bowls with slices of fresh bread to go with them, his cheeks lighting again at how excited you must've looked, and he went to sit next to you before catching himself and moving to the seat opposite of you.
‘Here you are, freshly made,’ he announced with a flourish when he put the bowl down in front of you, but nerves got the better of him immediately and forced him to hurry up and sit down. ‘I texted them early so they could set some aside from the new batch, I had a feeling you might go with the chicken noodle.’
‘It did come highly recommended,’ you reminded him with a grin, and when you picked up your spoon you couldn't help but close your eyes and breathe in the delicious aroma. It'd been a while since you'd had homemade soup like this, the canned variety was easiest and cheapest to get if you were in the mood, and the first spoonful was like heaven reincarnated into food form. You dipped the bread next and it was so fresh the crust crunched under your teeth. You didn't mean to but you moaned at the tastes, Hank laughing behind his hand at your reaction, and you could tell he was also trying to hide his smug smile at being so right. ‘Okay, you were right, this is amazing.’
‘Toldja, you'll want to come here every weekend now,’ he teased, but you both frowned at the thought of your chances to enjoy this soup as an employee being limited, you were already almost halfway through them. ‘Would… would it be okay if I as- if we ate here again tomorrow?’ he mumbled almost to himself he was so nervous of your answer, and you reached across the table to rest your hand over his to get him to look up.
‘Only if we get to try a new menu tomorrow, then the next weekend, and the next,’ you compromised like this was troublesome, when in reality you wanted nothing more than that, and when he caught on that you wanted to spend so much time with him his eyes lit up so bright you had to wonder if the sun was coming out from the clouds over your heads.
‘It's a da- deal,’ he stuttered, and you let him have that one with a grin of your own as you stole his bread and took a big bite before he could stop you.
The rest of the day flew by after you rushed back to your stalls, your stomach full of soup and making you contentedly full while you finished out the rest of your busy shift. Your feet ached and your back was screaming from all the standing and bending over but you didn't even notice the aches until you got home and flopped onto your couch. You were really enjoying this, you already had been but thanks to him you couldn't wait for your next shift to start so you could hang out again. The thought made you sit up until a particularly painful twinge made you flinch, it not stopping your train of thought as you wondered to yourself, why are we only hanging out at work if I'm enjoying this so much?
You hadn't thought about it before, but if you were this ready to work on Sunday because of a single man then maybe there was something more going on here, something you should be paying attention to. It felt a bit too soon, but you'd missed him while he was out sick, and his presence made a fun job even more fun, so maybe you should see where this went? You didn't want to get ahead of yourself or anything, but it seemed like he was also interested, if you did say so yourself, so you made the decision to test the waters tomorrow over lunch, maybe by asking him to one of the shows while you ate instead of sitting by the garbage. If that went well then maybe you could try something outside of the compound, see if you were compatible for more than just when you were professionally cosplaying as Renaissance workers, and you ate the sandwich you'd made for lunch as your dinner while still in your ‘uniform’, a big smile on your face the whole while.
Because of this decision your heart raced while you drove to work the next day, extra early so you had time to find out where he worked and could meet him for once, and you had an almost giddy skip to your step as you traversed the compound, your mental map getting stronger and stronger with each shift. You reached your crossroads as the starting point and headed in the direction you always saw him go, but when you didn't see him on the main path, and you knew he wasn't in the actor section based on your first conversation, you doubled back and headed into the music section to see if he was there. It was quiet again while the main shows practiced and tuned on the main stage beyond the walls, and you peeked into every stall before music reached your ears: showtunes.
The mysterious singer was here, and you stuck to the walls and listened for them, a soft voice chiming in while its owner got ready while no one was around. You made sure to keep out of sight, channeling your own inner Robin Hood and upping your Sneak Factor all the way to 10 to satisfy your curiosity, you could bail once you knew who the voice belonged to, and you tracked it down to the final stall right next to the wall. The singer hadn't heard you coming over the various noises this time, and you crouched down until your knees were almost hitting the dirt in order to take a peek when you heard them turn away from you based on the sound getting muffled; your eyes widened when you saw who was singing softly to himself, his usually sweet voice even sweeter when you could put his voice to the notes, and your heart pounded as Hank smiled to himself and finished his song.
‘If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis, meet me at the fair,’ he sang gently, his eyes on the musical-based merchandise he was sorting, your own mouth opening to join in when he suddenly stopped like he could feel your eyes on him; he stood up straight and moved to turn and catch you, your head sinking back down as fast as you could, his footsteps telling you to move. You muddied your hands and knees as you crawled in the dirt to escape his eyes, he obviously didn't want to get caught and you didn't want to stop any potential dates before you could even ask him out, your breath held hard and your movements thankfully hidden over the noise when he leaned out over the wooden counter to look around.
You were safe and so was his secret, although why he didn't want anyone to know he could sing was a surprise to you with how good he was, although you could certainly understand stage fright when he acted like he did off of any stage. Still, even if you wouldn't catch him off guard and potentially embarrass him, you couldn't let this slide, not when you kind of wanted to hear him again, but you didn't feel like sitting in the dirt to do it. You frowned to yourself, this was a tough one, but you'd already made up your mind to see if this could go any further, you were on the shore of the waters you were metaphorically testing at that very moment, you just needed to make sure the splash that would come from this wouldn't be big enough to rock the boat and send you overboard.
Okay, you might've gone a bit overboard just with the metaphor, but Hank did mean a lot to you already, and you took the back way out of the section to get out of there before he decided to search more thoroughly.
It was extra busy for a Sunday since it was so nice out after the rain that plagued the town all night long, and you actually needed to make a run to get more swords of every kind before the kids threw a fit. The stall was fine without you, they were also all pros after all, but you did really need to hurry as fast as you could before any complaints were lodged, the warehouse in the very center of the compound so everyone could get to it. You hadn't been in there yet, everything else was too alluring, but thankfully you did know where it was so you wouldn't get lost, and before you could run in you were stopped by one of the managers.
You could tell that was who was calling to you based on his outfit, managers always wore ‘richer’ looking clothes when they had to be outside, an indication of their both real life and fictional statuses, and you gave the warehouse a glance before rushing over. ‘What is it?’ you asked as politely as you could, the man flipping through a barely disguised clipboard until he found the page he was looking for.
‘We’ve been hearing great things about how well you’re settling in here, you’re the one who’s only on til September, right?’ he confirmed, and you nodded. ‘It says here that you’re only doing part-time shifts, but the summers are always busy for us, and Urith has been telling us every weekend how much she appreciates your help; would you be interested in upping the rest of your hours to full-time, starting today? We’ll update your payroll for today before it goes out, or we can tack it onto the next, whichever you prefer.’
You could hardly believe your luck, getting to double your money would be a lifesaver for the move, and you could only nod in total agreement. ‘Yes, absolutely, thank you so much for the opportunity,’ you finally got yourself to say as he wrote it down, and he tapped the page and gave you a nod of his own as he turned to walk away.
‘You’re here til closing for the next five weeks, then,’ he let you know, a sentence that would’ve given you nightmares at your first job, the words only bringing you joy as you grinned wide and headed for the warehouse. You only had to show off your empty basket for another employee to unlock the door for you, your feet quickly carrying you inside so you could fill up your extra large basket with the desired products. There were containers upon containers of merch, spare outfits and other costume pieces, decorations, and food, as well as a million other things that the workers would need in a pinch. It was a little intimidating to stand in front of it all, but the kids needed you, and you quickly found the section dedicated to products when you ran into someone.
‘Sorry! I'm so sorry, I- You run out too?’ you blurted out in a panic before you saw that it was Hank, his own basket in hand.
‘Yeah, it's crazy out there today,’ he winced as he thought about the pandemonium waiting for him, which made you do the same, but getting to see him for just this brief moment was enough to let you focus again. ‘My stall is fine, but the guys next to us ran out of plastic flutes, so I offered to grab him some,’ he explained as he looked for what he was searching for, the box in question up high and just within his reach. He set his basket down and stood on his tiptoes to get it, your eyes drawn to the way his costume lifted up just enough to become untucked from his pants and show off a little bit of hip and stomach; you quickly looked away and focused on your own search, one of your own boxes also up high just to your luck, and this one unfortunately not within your reach.
Once the rest of the swords were stacked in a way that wouldn’t poke you, you needed to grab a ladder in order to get up to the most desired ones, you didn't want to distract him while he loaded up, and you climbed the few rungs in order to get your preciously needed toys. You were used to the weight of the packed up merch, so that wasn't a surprise, but the way it threw you off balance that high up and made you wobble, that's where the surprise lay; you let out a yelp as the ladder tilted back before you could correct it, you were going down, so much for that second month of double pay, when you felt hands catch you before you could hit the ground or the shelves behind you.
Hank cradled your head to his chest as he stumbled to the floor with you in his arms, the ladder clattering to the ground with a loud series of bangs that filled the room all the way up to the ceiling; he was protecting you from any damage of the fall, and this close you could smell his deodorant hidden under the smells of the heat and Faire. It was enough to make your heart race, you'd never noticed before outside surrounded by people, but in here you could tell that he smelled good, and you nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he worriedly checked you over to make sure you weren't hurt.
‘Are you okay? I should've spotted you, I'm so sorry, you could've really hurt yourself,’ he panicked above you, but you were perfectly fine thanks to his quick thinking, and you let him know it as you backed up and pretended like your cheeks were red because of the scare.
‘I'm good, thank you, you caught me in time, maybe you are the Robin Hood type after all,’ you joked as you straightened yourself up, your words now making him blush once he was sure you really were fine. He let out a nervously small laugh as he retrieved your box for you and helped you load up the remaining space in your basket, but when it all proved to be heavier than his flutes he offered to switch.
‘You're on the way, I don't mind,’ he blushed without looking at you, and you couldn't say no in light of what he's just done for you, your hero.
‘If you're okay with it,’ you conceded immediately just to see him smile at being able to do this for you. ‘I think this might cut into our lunch with how hectic it is out there, would you want to- I mean, you don't have to, but I'd like to treat you for all this, I might've had to make a serious trip to the medical tent if I'd done this alone,’ you tried, testing those waters to see if he'd take the bait, and you got your answer right away when his eyes lit up.
‘Really? We can just meet up for lunch next weekend, you don't have to cancel any plans for me,’ he offered to give you an out, but you wouldn't take it, you were on a mission here after all.
‘I've got nothing going on, why don't you meet me at the café by my place Friday night and we'll go from there?’ You said it as nonchalantly as you could, you didn't want to scare him away after all, and he fumbled around with his own basket for a moment, passing it between his hands before reaching out to take yours so you could switch.
‘Do you want me to dress up so you recognize me out there in modern times?’ he joked with a small smile shot to the ground just in case it didn't land, but of course it did, that was why you were doing this after all. You handed over your heavy basket and took his, felt the way the wicker was still warm from his hands, and you made sure he saw your smile as you started to back up towards the door.
‘It's a date.’ He choked on air with a nervous laugh, you had to be joking, and you took pity on him and laughed as well. ‘I'll give you my number after closing, don't want everyone out there seeing technology after all,’ you grinned, relishing in your success as you rejoined the rest of your small world, the two of you hurrying back before the era-appropriate torches and pitchforks were pulled out in response to their toys not being available. You kept close to him through the crowds, your free hand held over the basket to make sure nothing was snatched when you weren't looking, and it honestly felt pretty on brand when the children without coins eyed your wares; absolutely not, you wouldn't get fired over this, but there were more dangers out there, one of them being the still muddy ground your gripless shoes were currently trampling, and when you stumbled and nearly dropped everything you lost him for a second. ‘Hank, wait!’ you called out to him even though you were heading in the same direction, everyone's eyes on you as you quickly brushed off the dirt and packed his flutes back into his basket.
You were falling behind, you couldn't let him go back without these, but the crowd was thick and no one paid any mind to you as you fought to gather the stragglers up before they could be stepped on or stolen. You swore to yourself and stood, everything accounted for but he was gone, you'd gotten turned around because he'd been leading, where were you? You were lost in your panic, he was going to have to go back again for more or even get in trouble because of you, how could you do this to him? You felt overwhelmed as the faces blurred, if you'd just handled your own basket he'd be fine, you needed to get to him, you needed to-
A hand shot out of the crowd and latched onto your sleeve, Hank coming into view and pulling you to him with surprising strength, and you blushed into his chest before he was guarding you and leading the way again. He didn't say anything, he was used to the rush and was concentrating on getting back, and he led you to the back of your stall and kept you out of sight so you could catch your breath. ‘I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I thought you were right behind me,’ he apologized profusely like it was his fault, and you set down his basket on the ground before pulling him into a hug.
‘Thought I was a goner out there, thanks, Robin Hood,’ you mumbled into his shoulder, and you felt him shiver before his hands came up to pat you on the back.
‘It was nothing,’ he breathed into the side of your head, and you smiled but didn't call him out on it when you heard him faintly smell your hair before he caught himself. You got him back while you were that close again, now that you were back outside he mostly just smelled like the outdoors again, with the fading scent of detergent still clinging to his clothes, but there was that something else there underneath it all; a bit of soap, maybe deodorant, maybe even it was just him, and you caught yourself before you could try again to figure it out, save it for after the date. ‘I gotta get back, thanks so much for walking with me, sorry it was too busy to talk,’ he quickly said as he bent down to pick up his flutes, and you noticed a few of them still had dirt on them.
‘Yeah, sorry I kinda dropped a few, I wish I could go help you clean them up but I'm stuck here,’ you frowned, and he opened his mouth to say something before closing it again; now that was a curious one, but he just brushed a bit of the dirt off and gave a shrug.
‘I'll just set them aside for tomorrow, I doubt we'll sell out again today and I always get here early,’ he reassured you, which did help a little.
‘Maybe I'll call in sick, stop by here and help you then,’ you joked as he turned to leave in the direction of the music section, and again he looked like he wanted to say something but didn't. That was fine, you still had to go from co-workers to whatever came next, there was no rush, but when you went to slip through the curtain to get back inside your stall, he cleared his throat to get your attention.
‘I-I wouldn't object to it if you did,’ he mumbled sheepishly, his eyes on the ground again, and before you could continue your stallmate, Urith, peeked through to tell you to hurry; when you looked back he was gone again, you couldn't blame him for that, and for once you found yourself excited for Friday for more reasons than just the weekend coming the next day.
Thankfully the rest of the day eventually gave way to the usual flow instead of LA-Style Rush Hour, and you did indeed manage to give him the address of the café near your place on your way to your car. He had to wait for the bus, thankfully this place had its own stop due to being a big tourist area, and when you found out you couldn't help the question from naturally coming out. ‘I could give you a ride, y'know, I don't mind it,’ you offered, Hank draping a custom backpack over his shoulder even though he didn't have to go this far, the patrons would never see it, although he had changed his shoes into sneakers instead, and his cloak was exchanged for a hoodie.
‘I wouldn't wanna impose,’ he tried but there was no imposition at all, and he'd fought and failed to hide his smile all the way to where you parked. ‘Thanks for this, I've got a bus pass but I just can't work on my license right now, too busy, although I do have my eyes on this older model that's been around for a while at the dealership,’ he explained to you as you both hopped into the front seat, a quick tossing of trash to the back lighting your cheeks even though he didn't seem to care. ‘It's a 2011, and I know it's a bit more than just old by now, but it's been my dream car for years, ever since- sorry, I didn't mean to ramble.’
Your eyes shot to him so fast you almost ran a red. ‘I didn't think you were rambling, c’mon, tell me why it's still your dream car,’ you encouraged him, and he played with a tear over the knee of his pants with a shrug.
‘Just saw it in a movie once, thought it was cool, that's all,’ he gave you, and you frowned at the weirdness filling the car. ‘Hey, I know that you wanna thank me, but we don't have to meet up for it, I'm just happy you're okay,’ he suddenly said, the light still red above you even though no one was around.
‘I wanna meet up, in fact, let's do dinner, okay? Right now, I mean you're here, I'm here, we don't even have to get changed, I doubt anyone would care,’ you pitched to him, Hank sinking into his seat instead of looking excited again. ‘Or we don't have to, I just thought-’
‘You're really kind, you know that?’ he told you almost to himself it was so quiet, your hand gripping the wheel hard. ‘I know I take it too seriously, not everyone loves working there but I do, but I live for this stuff, and I don't- I don't want you to look at me differently when you figure out…’
‘When I figure out?’
He pulled at the tear until you could see skin under the fraying threads. ‘When you figure out that it's not an act, that I'm just a big loser who loves Ren Faires and Star Wars and getting to wear this stuff, I… ha, I still can't believe you talk to me in there when you're so outta my league.’
This was something you didn't expect, and since no one was coming you didn't step on the gas when the light changed. ‘Hank,’ you said as you turned in your seat, his eyes refusing to meet yours, ‘I think you might’ve spent too much time in there, because if you seriously think I'm out of your league, then you’ve gotta be living in a fantasy,’ you corrected him, his lips pursing in embarrassment. ‘I mean it, I chose to work there too you know, I keep going all out on my outfits because this is fun, and getting to meet you has been great, getting to see you every weekend has made everything okay when the rest of the week I'm honestly stressed out of my mind because if I can't pull this off, if my budgeting was wrong, then I could end up evicted by next month if I can’t find a new place.’
He finally turned to look at you at your shared vulnerability, and you just barely avoided being honked at when the light turned red again and forced the car coming up behind you to wait.
‘I know we haven't known each other that long, but I want you to know me better, alright? And I want to know you better too, but I just really want you to know that I asked you out because I-
‘You asked me out?’ he interrupted, your mouth closing in surprise as you just stared at each other. You stared for so long that the light turned again, and you received a very angry honk before the people behind you sped on by when you still didn't move. Even with them screaming expletives through their windows you didn't move, Hank's eyes wide and his face bright red as he remained frozen until he looked away in a panic. ‘What? Ca-can you blame me? I'm not exactly Prince Charming around the Faire,’ he muttered to himself, all curled up in his costume in your car, a bit of immersion broken as he picked at the hole again; your hand shot forward to stop him, rest on his over his knees, and he stared at the contact until your laugh drew his attention.
‘No, you're not,’ you simply said, his eyes downturned again, ‘you're Robin Hood.’
His chest puffed up with the big breath he took at that, you were nothing but as genuine as he was so there was no need to tease or lie, and he could see it in your eyes. You kept holding his hand, your heart pounding as you remained stopped at the light, and just when you saw him start to lean in you heard more tires pull up beside you. ‘Need any hel- Hank, what're you doing now?’ came a man's voice from your window, and you turned to see not another angry stranger but a cop, Hank's face crumbling in embarrassment as he gave the older man a small wave.
‘Hey dad…’
After a quick conversation that ended with your car finally going on green and you not receiving a ticket thanks to your company and the hopeful look in his father’s eyes at the sight of you, the two of you sped off down the road towards his place when he told you to take a left. You did as you were told, the silence more comfortable as he went to pick at the hole and stopped himself, his hand placed in between the two of you instead. He waited, purposefully not looking as his fingers lightly twitched in anticipation, and you smiled and let go of the wheel in order to take his hand instead.
You could feel his excitement in the small action, your smile sticking all the way not to an apartment building, but to a small bar instead, a place you'd driven by before but never actually gone in. You turned to look at him in confusion, you could've sworn the windows above the place led to the owner's house, not apartments, but he just flashed you a smile of his own before exiting and car and shutting the door. That was even more confusing, wasn't he even going to say goodbye after that, and you went to leave when he tapped on your door and motioned for you to follow. You did as you were told, your windows raised and the engine shut off as you followed him inside, and what greeted you were some vaguely familiar faces already gathered around a table while someone sang badly on the small stage in the corner, although they didn't seem to care because they were having fun.
‘You asked me out, right? I thought we could come here,’ he finally let you know, and your heart soared as you nodded and grabbed a seat with him at the table. ‘You've probably already met them, but these are my friends, we all got the job together; Bruce’s the one who hooked us up for lunch, Gary’s the one who builds stuff and helped me with my flask, and Paul is all the way over with the games, he’s running this huge interactive campaign for everyone to drop in on again for the summer,’ he said as he introduced the other men there, names finally going to faces as they told you all went into a bit more detail about their own jobs. It turned out they'd been friends for well over 10 years, so when the job openings had come up they'd been fast to apply together, all of them getting in thanks to the harsh demand of the need for staff.
All the while he watched you as you listened, you could see him do it out of the corner of your eye, his attention especially on you when it was brought up that they ran their own campaign together, which you didn't get until they explained it was Dungeons and Dragons. You laughed in surprise, that definitely made sense, and you held his hand under the table when you asked them how that all worked. His smile glowed as he took over, he was so passionate about all of it, and when he told you all about his chosen class as a ranger, everyone laughed and started to tease while you smiled in confusion.
‘He says a ranger, but we all know he wants to be a bard,’ Bruce teased, your eyes going to Hank when you figured out what that meant.
‘You know I don't,’ he tried to say but they wouldn't listen, they were too full of beer and good food to not want to embarrass their friend in front of you.
‘Yeah yeah, get up on that stage and say otherwise,’ Gary urged him, and when he wouldn't go they went themselves and started up a very loud rendition of Don't Rain on My Parade. Their voices echoed around the bar, some people laughing, some joining in thanks to their enthusiasm, Hank just staring at the table and playing with his fries while his friends had fun without him.
‘Why don't you go up? I don't know this one, but I can pick something I like for the next one, if you need some incentive,’ you tempted him, Hank looking to the stage and shaking his head.
‘Told you I'm not much of a singer,’ he mumbled, the memory coming to you and making you shake your head.
‘You said you weren't much of an actor,’ you corrected him quickly.
‘Not much of a singer either.’
‘Well, neither am I, but I'll go up if you do.’ You didn't want to push him, but you could tell he did want to go even if he was shy, and for a moment it looked like he might when he shook his head and sank back into his seat.
‘Not much of a singer,’ he repeated softly to himself, and he stayed true to his word and remained in his seat even when his friends invited you up for the next song, which you did indeed get to pick. You sang just for him even though your voice shook something awful, you weren't much of a karaoke person at all, but when he looked up at you, his eyes only on you, you felt like you could get a bit used to it as you closed your eyes and belted out the long note even though your voice cracked. Everyone applauded your own enthusiasm either way, a few whistles even thrown your way over your costume, but it was especially his friends who cheered beside you for going for it, and you were panting and sweating when it was over. All four of you took a deep bow before returning to the table, a couple coming up next to try it out since you warmed it up for them, and Hank gave you a glass of water as soon as you were sat back down.
‘Never done that before,’ you breathed with red cheeks and sweat beading on your forehead from the nerves and the lights, ‘it was more fun than I thought, but I honestly felt like I might throw up for a second there.’
Hank just admired you in front of everyone for a moment before he remembered to speak. ‘You were pretty good,’ he blurted out much too fast, his friends nudging each other and trying to keep their chuckles under control.
‘Thanks, but I heard that crack at the end, I'm just glad we weren't at work, I feel like it might've been pretty on point for everyone to suddenly be carrying tomatoes at singing that bad,’ you laughed while rubbing at your warm neck, Hank shaking his head and moving his chair closer to yours.
‘I wouldn't let them,’ he swore to you, the seriousness in his voice telling you that even in your joke he'd protect you from hecklers. Again he caught himself and backed up, and you held his hand and waited for the couple to finish before nodding in the direction of the stage.
‘Wanna go up with me?’ you asked one more time, you wouldn't ask again if he said no, you wouldn't push him, and he looked at the stage before shaking his head, that was that.
‘No, but… do you wanna get outta here?’ he whispered instead, your hand still in his as he tossed down some money for the food and drink before leading you back to your car when you said yes.
You drove for about an hour before he told you the way to his place, just aimlessly driving all over town and talking the whole time without any friends to insert their comments into everything he said; they didn't do it to be malicious, but it was clear they thought him being on a date at his age was adorable, and as such couldn't help themselves, they were just that close by now. Still, it was nice to have it just be you again, and he talked so easily when it was only you to listen as intently as you did. You almost didn't want the night to end, but it was getting late, the both of you needed a proper dinner and it seemed like he wasn't ready to invite you in for pizza or anything, so when you finally reached his place you took a moment to remember the address and really look at the building.
It was pretty big and well kept, and he leaned over to your side of the car to point up through your door at the topmost windows. ‘That one's me,’ he said with a smile, his face very close to yours, ‘those three windows right there, the units are decently priced but they're also pretty big, I even got a second bedroom, but I mostly just fill it with…’ He finally noticed your closeness, his eyes going wide again before his entire face softened. ‘My collections,’ he finished, his eyes on your lips, ‘I've got a bunch in there, ton of figurines, few spaceships I built, Legos, records…’
‘You have a record player?’ you whispered back, both of your voices so low because of the distance.
‘Yeah, it was my dad's, you just met him.’ He swallowed, his eyes still on you, the distance starting to close when he hesitated. ‘Sorry, I haven't- I mean, I guess I'll see you next weekend?’ he backed out before he could finish his thought, the hopeful pounding in your heart slowing as the disappointment took over.
‘Yeah, see you Saturday,’ you gave in, Hank returning to his seat and reaching for the door when he hesitated again; you froze when he spun back around and leaned in with his eyes shut tight, his nervously chapped lips thanks to worrying teeth pressing a kiss to your cheek.
‘Bye,’ he whispered breathlessly like it was the best kiss he'd ever had, your hand crossing the gap and pulling him right back over for a proper kiss before he could get too far. It was chaste but it was still nice, he was older than you but you could tell he hadn't dated much based on the way he let out a surprised whimper when you licked at his bottom lip to be let in, and you chuckled against his mouth and decided to go easy on him, for now.
‘Bye,’ you said right back, Hank now very breathless as he nodded and scrambled out of the car. He crossed the street when the light traffic eased up, his hand held high to wave to you all the way to his door, and you waited until he was inside before heading home, a huge smile on your face to match his.
So much for making a ripple, you were ready to dive right in.
Next Saturday couldn't come faster, your paycheck freshly deposited and your first month on the job completing over the next two days more than enough reason to celebrate because you were about to find out if this extra cash would be enough to make up the rest of your rent no matter which new place you went with. Your math couldn't be wrong using the new amount as a basis, you'd done it so many times that just looking at numbers was enough to give you a headache for the entire day afterwards, which sucked considering you mostly worked register at your first job, but still you went over it one more time with your first two paychecks spread out in front of you. This was it, rent was due on Monday but you had more than enough to cover it and put away the rest, things would still be a bit tight but you could do this for just another month until your new hours kicked in and set you up for the move.
Just another month.
You felt almost sad at the reminder that the Faire was supposed to be a temporary thing, instead of spending your weekend giving merch to kids and eating homemade food with Hank you'd have to start picking up those extra shifts at your first job, the one that would tip the scales from tight back to fine because the hours were longer and pay was higher, even though it might kill you. You’d just gotten the confirmation that you’d be working all weekend as well as adding on a few hours each day of the week once the new schedule kicked in, and instead of being happy about it, you already just felt tired; instead of easy 10AM mornings stretching into date-ready 7PM nights, you’d be stuck going from 7 to 10, a crueler and longer weekend set of shifts just to continue to make ends meet.
You almost didn't want that despite the money that would be coming in, you were going to miss how fun your weekends were even though you were working them now and had limited free time, but you honestly barely noticed between it all. No, you knew you didn't want that, there was no doubt about it, but your lease would be up soon and you hadn’t had any time to tour any of the places you’d bookmarked, not to mention you couldn't just give your hours back up after everything your boss was pulling together for you, you needed to go through with this, you had no choice.
You felt a little melancholy as you drove in to work, your good mood replaced by the fact that you were now aware of the countdown, of the fact that in one month from now you'd be heading into your other job instead of here. You'd have to donate your costume as planned, you wouldn't need to make stops for fresh bread to keep up the act, you wouldn't get to hear the plays across from you, the music beside you, walk down to get good food and enjoy the company of the man you were seriously crushing on, even if he didn't completely believe it. You didn't want to, you didn't want to trade these walks to your stall to walking to the register, from giving out merch to ringing up food, from making emergency trips to the warehouse to restocking endless shelves.
It sucked, you'd asked for it and it fucking sucked, and you kicked at your stall because no one was around to see it yet. It hurt, it was solid wood after all, and you hissed and hopped on one foot before slumping against the side and resisting the temptation to slide down into the dirt; you couldn't live off this, Hank could because this was his full-time job and his rent was secure, but you couldn't because your apartment was just too expensive to live in anymore, it was this or get back to that hunt for someplace new, set up some meetings and pick whatever was cheapest before you ran out of time.
Wait a minute…
You whipped out your phone and typed in Hank's address, your eyes scanning the screen as you swiped and scrolled and clicked until you found what you wanted. This was crazy, he knew you'd been looking but you couldn't possibly consider this, right? You knew you shouldn't, but he had offered up the place as an option, and you bookmarked a page to wait with the others with a hopeful grin as you started to rework your math.
It ended up being pretty slow for a Saturday, something big was going on in the city so everyone was flocking to it, and as such you didn't have to sneak around back to get some food as Hank nervously escorted you towards the delicious smells of lunch. ‘It's a big thing, I heard some TV show is being filmed in town so everyone keeps trying to catch a glimpse of the actors,’ he informed you when you grabbed your table, today's menu consisting of a meat sandwich absolutely stuffed with the good stuff, the meats being cut and cooked and filling the area with aromas that made your mouth water even more; you nearly drooled all over your sandwich as you took a bite of it, and that fresh bread really tied it all together again with a satisfied moan as you chewed.
‘Why don't we try too? I don't think I've ever met a celebrity before, what're their names?’ you asked around your ambitiously large bite of food, Hank thinking to himself before giving in and taking out his phone, no one was paying attention to you two anyway.
‘Some guy named Tod was mentioned as a lead, I think I recognize his face from something, but maybe I know his last name from someone else,’ he figured before flipping his phone around so you could see, and sure enough he looked familiar but you couldn't place from where, the picture that of a handsome man with blonde hair down to his shoulders caught behind the scenes with another man you almost recognized standing beside him.
‘His friend looks familiar too, it'd be rude to walk up to them and ask what else they've been in, though,’ you scoffed at yourself for considering it instead of just looking them up when Hank put away his phone and waited almost expectantly across from you. ‘...What?’
‘It's just that… you've been here a month, and you've only got one left, so I thought…’ he mumbled mostly to himself before an extravagant cupcake was placed in front of you, a tiny dragon made of icing carefully piped on top with little sprinkle spikes sticking out of its back all the way to its tail. ‘Don't worry about paying me back or anything, it's a gift, but I wouldn't mind a bit of tail…’
You reached across the table and pulled him into another kiss, your dragon almost getting smushed between you as Hank flailed over the very public display of affection in front of Bruce. The man didn't seem to mind though, and he laughed himself all the way back to the stand now that his task was over. When your thank you was successfully delivered you sat back again, your gift safe between your bodies as he turned into a very realistic Hank Puppet with how still he was, his face even brighter red than the weekend before. You picked up the cupcake and held it out for him to claim the tail, his eyes going down to it before he did just that with shaking hands, green icing smeared around his mouth when he was done. You laughed and took your own bite of mostly icing, a bit of sprinkles, and a sliver of cupcake, and when he saw the mess left behind his laugh matched your own.
You spent the rest of your break wanting to go around to his side of the table as you took turns eating the treat along with your lunch, napkins and phone cameras called for thanks to how much they'd layered on, although having Hank nervously try to wipe the icing off the tip of your nose for you was a lot nicer than holding up your screen so you could use it like a mirror. You didn't want this to end, there had to be something you could do, you decided as you walked back to your stall with him, his hand linked with yours not just to keep you from getting lost in the crowd this time.
Maybe you could do both, take the Saturday there doing whatever they needed since it’d be busier and more warranted, and keep the Sunday here; it'd keep things tight but maybe your math might come through, and you made up your mind to at least ask about it, see if you could fill up your weekdays even more in return, maybe next weekend after seeing what could be done on Monday. You couldn't just give this up, not when you'd already come out of it halfway with a very very possible boyfriend, maybe you'd even be able to work in the music section along with him, and when you reached your stall you held on a little tighter and pulled him back towards you when he tried to leave with only a small smile.
‘I'd still like to do dinner with you,’ you let him know, his hopeful smile growing like he'd somehow been thinking you didn't despite all the signs you were throwing his way. ‘Maybe not this weekend, I've got some things to do, but how about next weekend after our shifts?’
‘I can do that,’ he grinned eagerly like you were about to go right now, your hand in his keeping him from sprinting to his locker so he could gather his things. You chuckled and licked your thumb so you could rub away a pesky smudge of green still remaining on the corner of his mouth, his eyes shutting tight at the motion, and when it was over he looked like he could run a mile. ‘I've gotta get back, would you wanna meet up again? Like, to drive me home? You don't have to, I still have my bus pass-’
‘I'd love to, tomorrow too, and the weekend after that,’ you smiled before kissing him goodbye, the two of you parting when a child saw your display and laughed about it with his friends. Hank frowned with pursed lips that made him look positively adorable, and finally you let him go before any more children could bully the two of you. You waved him goodbye, his form disappearing in the crowd, and you practically floated your way into the stall only to be met with gossip, but not about you.
‘I heard he's been trying to- hey, finally, can you work on that box please? We're almost out again,’ Urith asked as soon as she saw you, the demand for more plastic swords and wands and staffs strong again today.
‘I don't think he'll go, he's all talk, like, he's performing at a Ren Faire, that's not gunna get him on the show when he doesn't even know the plot,’ your neighbour, Jaeden, continued while you tore open the box and restocked the baskets, the kids on the other side of the shelves pointing to what they wanted until their parents conceded.
‘That's what I'm saying, but that's just what I heard, that's what Niki told me,’ Urith replied before tending to the line with a smile, the gossip on pause until things calmed again. ‘Anyway, I really don't think there's room for a singer in whatever that show is doing, doesn't matter if he can bring the rest of the band or not, cause Niki's not skipping work to sing unless she knows it's a sure thing.’
‘What’s happening?’ you asked as you stuffed the box into the hidden trash bin now that it wouldn't be seen, the two turning to you.
‘You know Dani from over in Music? The tall one with the green and blue hair he has to hide under that awful wig while he's on stage? He thinks he's gunna get his and Niki's band in that show that's filming here for the next few weeks,’ she told you, and you tried to think back but you hadn't gotten to spend any real time around the music section apart from your snooping. ‘I'm telling you it's not gunna happen though, he might be older, but it's Niki's band, and she takes this shit too seriously to ditch for an audition she can't even confirm is real or not.’
‘He tried yesterday, I heard he came in late, he just might get one,’ Jaeden spoke up after helping a customer, your stallmate shaking her head.
‘Trust me, if they're filming they're not looking for random rock bands to appear in the background,’ she insisted, the conversation going on without you as you started to space out and think of Hank; the show itself was still a mystery, all that'd been released was a bit of the cast thanks to the local news covering it, and it was silly to think he'd want to follow in this guy's footsteps, but you couldn't help but daydream about seeing him sing on the big screen, to take the band's audition for himself. Definitely silly when he wouldn't even sing if he thought someone was listening, but you couldn't help but go back to it throughout the day seeing as he was on your mind already.
The rest of the day passed by before you knew it, but then again it always did in this place in a good way, and you gathered up your things and met up with Hank in the parking lot again. If dating him meant getting to see his happy smile once you came into view you definitely couldn't let this job expire without trying everything you could first, and he pushed his longish bangs behind his ear before eagerly wrapping his arms around your waist in a twirling hug. ‘Sorry!’ he apologized when you yelped in surprise, his hands flying off of you and held up by his chest as he leapt apart from you again while you steadied your footing the moment you were back on solid ground. ‘I don't know why I did that!’
‘It couldn't be because you missed me?’ you offered innocently, your hips swaying to the side and letting him know that you weren't mad, and he slowly lowered his hands as he chewed at his lip.
‘Maybe…’
He was fucking adorable. You couldn't let this go, and you hugged him right back before dragging him over to your car when the two of you got in the way of someone else trying to go home for the night. You dropped him off on time tonight, you had a lot to prepare for come Monday, but not before stealing a proper kiss goodbye, no misses this time. You went over your math again while still in costume, crunching the numbers over and over while adjusting your budget for everything else, and after about a half hour of working you finally ended up with enough money for both rent, bills, and groceries, you could still make this work once you could put your new plan into action.
You didn't have to leave the Faire.
You went back the next day in much higher spirits, it would suck to live on such a tight budget if the second part of the plan fell through, but it'd be worth it to be able to stay here, your heart flying as everyone else tiredly said hello and got everything ready for the day. They were completely oblivious to your joy about staying there, to them it was just a job, but this place felt special to you now, a getaway from real life in the same way he probably saw it. You dropped off your modern things and made your way to your stall, a comfortable quietness filling the air as everyone set up on time, the sounds of the acts practicing and the bands warming up sounding off all around you.
You already planned on treating Hank while you still could, you'd have to go back to packing lunches until you could get your weekday hours extended, and even though the thought made you terribly tired you already couldn't wait to see the look on his face when you'd be able to take him to the places he wanted to share with you, and vice versa. There was something so soft about him that drew you in, something so different from the other people you'd met, and you already couldn't wait to meet him for lunch.
Your mind was on what you'd say to your boss come tomorrow, there was still time to give your new hours away to someone else on either Saturday or Sunday if need be, and you wondered just how many you could do in a week until you could free both days back up until your spacing out got you in trouble. You tried not to think about it, it was no good to you to get fired now, but as soon as it was time for your break you eagerly waited for Hank to come pick you up as it were, the two of you always walking to get food together without fail.
When he didn't show you became worried, maybe he was sick again or it was so busy he couldn't escape to eat, and you were about to go see which one it was when your neighbour returned from his own break. ‘He did it, he actually went and did it, it's chaos over there,’ he hissed to the two of you, your eyes widening in realization before you took off; you hurried for the music section, a bunch of annoyed patrons talking amongst themselves as disappointed kids and scathing teens left the arena, the stage absolutely silent for once ahead of you. You made your way to Hank's stall but he wasn't there, a quick question about where he was finally bringing you inside the one place you'd had yet to visit.
People were in their seats and waiting, but a lot of them were on their phones, the stage very much empty and telling you that Dani had taken the band and gone off to audition after all. That left a lot of disappointed customers and the rest of the section unable to fill the space thanks to his ambition - or complete lack of awareness for everyone left behind in his absence, more rather - the other acts resting up so they wouldn't throw out their voices from going hours without a break. Hank was standing with a bunch of them backstage as they tried to figure out what the hell to do, the general consensus you walked up on being that they could just close the place until it was time for the next band to come out, but having someone to go out there and entertain the people already waiting was their main priority so they wouldn't get a mountain of complaints.
‘I'd be less pissed if he'd just called in yesterday if he knew he was gunna try again today,’ someone was attempting not to shout in her exasperation, everyone nodding in agreement, ‘you seriously didn't know he was gunna pull this shit on us today?’
‘Hey, I'm his sister, not his mother, he bailed on me too,’ a woman with blue hair groaned, her own wig held in her hand, that must've been the Niki you'd been hearing about. ‘I can still go out there on my own, I just need a bit of backup-’
‘No, we know you can do it, but all your songs play off having the whole band there, why couldn’t he at least leave one of them with us so you wouldn't be high and dry out here?’ The other woman peeked through the curtain just as Hank noticed you were there, and he flashed you an apologetic smile with a wave for you to come over, guess your lunch date wasn't going to happen for a while today.
‘I can improvise, we can't just leave them out there.’
‘They’re on break, but maybe if I text Theo real fast she can get Hannah to play something on the keyboard-’
‘I'll do it.’ Everyone turned to look at Hank, yourself included, his face resolute in his decision. ‘I can go out there with her, if it's just for one performance until Dani gets back with everyone else, I can do it.’
‘Do you play?’ Niki asked him, her shorter stature having her look up so high to talk to him that it really put his height into perspective.
‘No, but… I- yeah, I can sing,’ he told her confidently, but you could feel the way his hands shook when you touched his arm. ‘If you play something I know, I'll be your backup.’
‘Okay, fine, just get out there and fast, please, before Shoshy notices something is wrong and comes down here,’ the woman begged them as she walked away, her phone out so she could text for more temporary acts to fill the space, and Niki ran off to quickly put on her wig as you circled Hank to look at him.
‘You sure you wanna go out there?’ you asked worried but still supportively, and he honestly looked like he might throw up or pass out as the sweat started to bead, maybe both, his face terribly pale from the nerves.
‘Yeah, I can do it,’ he repeated more to himself than to answer you, and he had only a second to prepare before a fully costumed Niki returned with her guitar and a spare mic.
‘Here's a list of songs I can play,’ she told him while handing over a hastily scribbled piece of paper but he ignored it, he already had a song in mind; he handed it back to her, his finger pointing to one you couldn't make out, and she nodded before rolling her neck and cracking her fingers. ‘Although, let's do this.’
‘Break a leg,’ you whispered before he walked out on stage, and you hurriedly jogged back for the audience to grab a seat, you wouldn't miss this. Everyone was shushing each other as it spread that something was indeed happening even if it wasn't what was scheduled, and Niki gave Hank another look and a nod before music filled the small arena. It was a familiar tune, one you hadn't heard in a long time, and you were sure that if the whole band were there then it might be a wonderful piece, but all they had were her notes drifting through the air. It was peaceful, nostalgic, and she got ready to sing when that beautiful voice you'd heard filled the area instead, he was taking the lead.
‘Are you going to Scarborough Fair?’ he asked, your heart panging and her mouth falling open in surprise at how wonderful he sounded when his voice could surround you so entirely, even if he did shake a little. ‘Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme…’
His song spread, the newness of his presence calling others from the places outside of this bubble, more coming in from the doorway in order to grab a seat.
‘Remember me to one who lives there,’ he sang gently, his voice evening out the more he went, his hands clasped around the mic while Niki strummed confidently beside him with a soft but proud grin, ‘she once was a true love of mine.’
The audience was dead silent all around you, your heart continuing to pound as he went into the second verse, Niki jumping in with the backup vocals without missing a beat. Everyone was enraptured by him, and you couldn't help but also feel proud even though he couldn't even open his eyes to look at the people who were listening so intently. Even a manager you’d never seen before came out to listen, word must’ve gotten to Shoshy after all, and you felt a tremble in your bottom lip when she looked down to type to someone on her phone before watching like she had an idea.
‘Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,’ he ordered to his messenger in the song, Niki singing about war in the background, the mixture of their voices so melancholy as he tried to give his lover a chance to win him back with his impossible tasks he knew she’d never accomplish, ‘and gather it all in a bunch of heather, then she’ll be a true love of mine.’ The song was almost over, Niki falling silent again as she got ready to play him out, the world beyond the walls silent just for him as he took in a breath. ‘Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine… then you’ll be a true love of mine.’
His eyes opened on the last line, Hank finding you at once from across the arena, your breath catching in your throat as Niki finished the song with a lonely solitary note and everything fell silent again. You knew everyone else felt the same, Niki’s band played old songs like this all the time, it’s what they all expected, but no one expected his rendition, the way he sounded, the way you’d memorized it to heart from that first moment you’d heard him. You could hear his soft breaths hit the mic and echo around you like he was standing before you, just inches away, and just when he was about to take the silence and go as validation for why he wasn't much of a singer, the sound of clapping began, everyone standing and applauding in their appreciation.
He froze, Niki used to the attention and grabbing his hand to get him to bow politely, his eyes lighting up and his cheeks turning red as he got the recognition he deserved. It took you a moment to realize you were also clapping, you’d been the one to start it, and you let out a cheer over everyone else that made a streak shine on his cheek in the sunlight as he smiled widely at everyone with an emotionally furrowed expression; you gasped, he was happy, and your hands tingled as you rushed to the stage. You reached up as high as you could, Hank approaching the edge to see what you wanted, and you just pulled him down to his knees in surprise, his eyes wet and wide as you kissed him in front of everyone.
He let out a muffled noise as everyone gazed upon how much you cared for him, the only reason it ended faster than you wanted thanks to needing to get the next act out, this wasn't the performance everyone had come to see. You smiled up at him as he handed the mic back to Niki and hopped down to join you, but before you could grab some lunch with him before your breaks were up, he was stopped in the doorway. ‘I think we need to have a talk,’ Shoshy grinned at him, his pulse pounding under your grip, and you gave his hand a squeeze before letting go.
‘We can talk about it tonight,’ you whispered as the stage was prepared for who you guessed was Hannah when a keyboard was carried out, and he had no choice but to nod and accept your goodbye kiss to the cheek before he was taken away, his rhapsodic tears wetting your lips. You got lunch by yourself, your adrenaline still racing at being able to see him like that, this really was a magical place and you didn’t want to leave, especially if they were talking about what you thought they were talking about. You couldn’t wait to hear the news, your stomach actually getting upset with how worked up you were, and therefore how fast you ate, and you ended up needing to ditch your stall to lay down before you threw up all over the plastic swords.
It wasn't a super great ending to the performance, but you certainly felt better, and when you got word to head home without him from Gary to get ready for ‘something special’, his number finally given to you by him, you couldn’t help but speed all the way home to change. Your phone felt so heavy and light at the same time in your pocket, your steps skipping up each stair; tonight was cause for celebration indeed and you were going to dress up properly, let him see the real you now that he’d shown everyone the real him. You were in the middle of turning the key in the lock when you noticed the rent note, thanks for the reminder, and you grabbed it and headed inside to go over it again when you froze in growing dread.
It wasn't a reminder, it was a correction, the landlord had gotten his own math wrong - gotten greedy with everyone agreeing to the raise even reluctantly - and had increased your current bill from $1250 all the way up to $1700, claiming that it would go towards fixing the building up and adding new amenities. The math you’d been pouring over for weeks only went up to $1400, you couldn’t possibly afford to stay here with that big of an increase, even if you found a way to cut back on all of you spending, including food and canceling every single subscription you still had, it wouldn’t be enough, the Faire just wouldn’t pay enough on those hours.
You rushed to your computer and booted it up, every single page of available apartments that you’d been bookmarking opened and rechecked, and one by one you saw each place go off the market, even the place in Hank’s building, you’d waited too long. This was your only option if nothing else opened within your $1400 budget, there was nowhere else to go because you’d kept hoping the apartments would always be there while you waited on your hours to be approved, and now that they had been without you going back to the hunt, you’d driven yourself into a corner. Your plan to keep one day a week couldn’t satisfy the greed any longer, even your full hours at your first job couldn’t cover it all unless you started at opening and went all the way to closing every single day just like you feared and worse, 7 days of 15 hour shifts just to keep a roof over your head and feed yourself.
I am just imagining Joe... with like the most inconvenient, pathetic, sneezy cold... being taken care of so, so gently... my heart!
No Rest For The Sickened - Joe/Reader
Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N, Joe is sick 🥺 so there's lots of talk about that, tiny bit of angst.
Wordcount: 6937
Summary: You live on the 6th floor of your building, surrounded by the possibly weirdest people you've ever been forced to be around, but one night and a bit of sympathy might change all of that.
Notes: I needed to write this one first, there was another one I was planning on doing but I needed to write Joe okay. The more I wrote the more I'm also highly considering this being his own world, set before to after the movie, because you know there's no way I'm resisting adding on more to this. Went a bit overboard in the cameos this time since I needed to fill the floor and give You more weird neighbours, like that building is so fucking empty in the movie, so I hope that isn't too much of an annoyance OTL either way I hope you like it because I love this man so much 💗💗💗
I'm also reminding everyone in the tag this time that even though my inbox is still stupidly broken on desktop, I can still see messages on my phone, so my emoji requests are still open 😘
It was impossible to sleep on your floor of the apartment building, it really was. You thought it would be a walk in the park, because between the rent amount and relative location to the station it was supposed to be golden, a great time, a hidden gem thanks to the surrounding area hiding it from everyone’s radar. Instead, you were subjected to broken elevators, wavering electricity even when it wasn't storming, and creeps galore hoping to find the same hidden gem as you. You didn't have any creeps on your floor, but you did have five neighbours who were, pardon the expression, fucking weirdos.
First, in 601, was the recluse, the woman who kept to herself at all hours and never talked to anyone, her dedication to it making you wonder if she was agoraphobic, or actually hiding from something you weren’t aware of. 602 and 604 were friends, sandwiching you in across from you and to your right as well as when you ever got the chance to use the elevator since they were always together. You were pretty sure they were drug runners, the two gone for weeks of the month and returning with good money and yet they stayed there, kept their space; maybe they liked it that way, maybe they didn't want to take the other down if anyone caught on. You were also definitely sure that they weren't just partners, but also partners, based on the things you'd hear through these damn thin walls, good thing you had headphones. There was also the old lady at the end of the hall in 606 who prayed day and night, that was a fun one, that really made you feel like she wasn't making sure the roof would stay above all your heads with how rundown the building actually was.
And then there was him. The man in 605 who seemed to always be sick, no matter what time of the year it was. It plagued him to the point you worried if it was the actual plague, no man could have that persistent a cough without something being wrong with him, and you weren't in the business of being curious enough to ask why. He was the one you knew the least about, even more than the recluse, because you heard the two talking about her, how they liked to be with her as well, even though they all had their own places; maybe, despite how off-putting you thought she was, they actually liked her enough that she was their permanent third, and they didn't want her to know what they got into to get all that money?
Living on this floor was like a real life soap opera, dramatic television for people with schadenfreude, and since you considered yourself to be the best of them - or at least the most normal - you got pulled right into their drama week after week.
That's what made it so damn hard to sleep, because if it wasn't the praying then it was the two talking about their next run, or shamelessly fucking as loud as they could in either of their apartments like they either didn’t care that everyone could hear or genuinely didn’t know because no one dared to complain, and then there was the coughing. The endless, relentless, painfully loud coughing. Whenever you were trying to sleep one of these things would wake you back up, at least the recluse was quiet even when she spent the night with the two, thank god, you already had a hard enough time looking either of them in the eye on the stairs after a particularly loud night, you didn’t need to add her to the list. As such, you kept needing to nap at work to just get some rest, because once one of the sources sprung up, that was it, you were screwed for the rest of the night.
This was one of those nights, the old lady had gone to bed, the two were out on a run so the recluse was extra silent, and all that was left was the coughing. Right on cue there it was as soon as you turned in for the night, and once again you hated how you were forced to move your room closer to his apartment than theirs because it was either trying to ignore the coughing, or listening to all the shit they dirty talked to each other when they weren't talking about work, you weren't a voyeur in that way.
Even when they were gone and you were free to sleep in your bed, your sleeping arrangements remained in the living room in the form of a pullout couch, your bedroom turned into an office with your actual bed at the end of the apartment where they were; you’d tried at first to just go back and forth depending on their home status, but the pullout was comfy enough to just deal with it. It was bad tonight though, completely unignorable, and you were about to just grab your pillow and blanket and start the long trek down when a particularly nasty couch made you falter.
He'd always been sick but that one sounded rough, and you took another step when he hacked so hard it made your own throat hurt. ‘Shit,’ you muttered to yourself when he tried to muffle it, his bedroom was next to your living room after all so he couldn't hide it from you, and you went to your medicine cabinet to dig around for whatever you could bring. You didn't like engaging with any of them, but you couldn't ignore the guy when it sounded like he was too sick to take care of himself, and you held the barely used bottle in your hand before knocking on the wall.
No response, so you knocked again. ‘I'm trying to sleep,’ he wheezed from his side, how funny, and you sighed in annoyance and gripped the medicine a little tighter.
‘You okay over there?’ you called back to him, and he tried to answer when another set of coughs as well as a round of blowing his nose came through first.
‘Just under the weather, I've survived worse,’ he muttered, but he sounded like shit.
‘You sound like shit,’ you said aloud, and he weakly laughed.
‘I feel like shit,’ he admitted, so this was worse than usual, and he accumulated it with more coughs into what honestly sounded like his pillow so he could muffle it.
‘Hey, uh, I've got some stuff here-’
‘I'm good, I've got work in the morning, I'll power through with my usual stuff,’ he tried to tell you, but the coughing cut off his words before he could finish his excuse.
‘Bullshit,’ you blurted out before catching yourself in embarrassment, ‘I mean, it's not doing a very good job, is it? I'll be over in a sec, I just need to get my shoes on.’ You didn't move until you heard him get up, the creak of bedsprings your tell, and you stepped into your slippers and unlocked your door, no one was going to break in way up here this late. You walked the rest of the way down the hall to his door, careful not to wake the old lady and have her praying start up again, she wasn't sounding too good either as of late, and waited until the doorknob turned. A face appeared through the crack, he was making sure you weren't going to rob him, but if you were going to plan any sort of heist it wouldn't be against him, it'd be for the two who brought home everything they made, like they didn't trust the banks not to screw them over.
You showed off the medicine and surprise showed on his face, and he undid the chain and let you in. ‘It's actual medicine,’ he stated like he hadn't expected you to be telling the truth, and you looked at the bottle and small dosage cup in confusion.
‘What'd you think it'd be?’
‘I thought you were gunna give me whatever you guys are pushing,’ he admitted, and you blinked in shock at him.
‘You think I'm with those two?’ you almost laughed, and he gave you a shrug before pulling a tissue out of his pocket to use and toss into the trash nearby.
‘I just assumed- the blonde one asked me if I wanted to get in on it with them, whatever the hell “it” was, about a year ago now, but he never asked again when I said no,’ he confessed to you, your eyes going wide at more drama going into the 6th Floor Plot.
‘Yeah, cause they got together with the r- that brunette in 601,’ you told him, the man knowing her too.
‘The quiet one, I- I thought she might’ve been interested in… in me, but she never made a move, guess it's because she chose them,’ he added, ‘I had a feeling there was more to her than she let on.’
This floor really was a goddamn soap opera.
‘Well, neither of them ever asked me, so this is just normal, store bought cold medicine,’ you concluded as you held it up again, and it was then you noticed that you were standing in his living room in the dark when he squinted to try and see the brand.
‘Sorry, do you mind if-’ He paused to cough, your hands already twitching in an effort to wait to uncap the bottle at the sound, he really looked awful even in the dim light. ‘If we leave the light off? This cold has my eyes all messed up, just fought off a headache now that the sun's set.’
‘Yeah, here, you can keep the bottle, I can pick up a new one after work,’ you told him as you handed it over, and he was in the process of attempting to get the cap off when another coughing fit hit him so hard he stumbled. He almost fell, your hands shooting out to help support his weight even though he was so much bigger than you, and you could feel how clammy he was through his clothes. The darkness had hidden it but he was sweating right through them, he was sicker than he was letting on so he could power through and go to work, but you knew for a fact that he wasn't going anywhere, and neither were you after being so close.
You sighed to yourself, the next drama arc on your floor would be a visit from the ambulance if you left him now, so you made sure he had some kind of a grip on the bottle before leading him back to his bedroom; the hallway felt endless, no pictures adoring the walls on the way, no signs that he had anyone to call to help him out outside of one single photo on his nightstand that was too dark to make out. His bed was a mess, he'd clearly gone between hiking the covers to his chin and kicking them off in his fever with how spread out everything was, and there was a a concerningly large selection of small orange bottles to choose from surrounding a few kleenex boxes on the other nightstand along with a mountain of used tissues.
‘Sorry, I'll clean it,’ he mumbled the closer you got, his large form shrinking under what had to be judgment from you, but all you saw was a man on his own struggling to keep himself out of this bed, and you felt a bit of shame for taking his sickness and condensing it down into drama.
‘It's fine, but… can you take this with all of that?’ You gestured to the bottles, and he sat down on the bed and tried again to take the cap off.
‘They're empty, same few prescriptions, just haven't had much energy to clean lately,’ he admitted in his tiredness, maybe if this cold wasn't wearing him down he would've lied instead. ‘They're not for the cough, not all of them, I've been hoping that it would handle the rest of this cold but you nailed it, it's not doing a very good job,’ he said as he finally got the lid, and when his hands shook your took over to pour the amount using the closed alley window as your lightsource.
He took the small cap and downed it easily without the need of water to wash the taste down, he was ready to attempt sleep again, but the tickle of the thick liquid had the cough returning, and you hurried to find him something to drink when you noticed that the single use plastic bottles he'd been stockpiling so he could stay in bed were all empty. You rushed out to the bathroom to see if he had a cup waiting on the sink, it was faster than searching the kitchen, but only found more medicine bottles, he was sicker than you thought, and the returning shame weighed you down all the way to the kitchen cabinet.
You filled up the biggest glass you could find and brought it to him, a noise of thanks reaching you before he was drinking more than you expected, and you took his bottles back to the kitchen to be refilled. ‘I think you should call out tomorrow,’ you called to him as you filled them one by one, making sure to wash off the rims and insides to hopefully get rid of some of the cold germs sticking around, there was no way you were getting out of this one unscathed. ‘I know it's none of my business, but… I can bring you somewhere, make sure you're getting the help you need?’
‘I am, you don't need to worry about that,’ came a voice from behind you, and you yelped and dropped the bottle you were filling; the water erupted out the top like a geyser, and while you shielded yourself from the spray, he ended up throwing his arms around an appliance resting on the counter nearby. ‘Careful, this was a gift,’ he snapped at you, and you rubbed at the water on your bare arms and squinted in the darkness.
‘Is that-?’
‘An air fryer, yes, I got it for- forget it, just be more careful, please?’ he asked of you as he made sure it was okay, and when he set it back down it was with a fond smile, he cared about this thing.
‘I will, but you should really be in bed,’ you scolded him, the water all gathered up in one arm and his arm linked in your other. You led him back to bed and saw that he'd tidied up a bit, a bag now full and tied by the door and his garbage can empty, he'd been that ashamed of the state of his room he'd gotten up to clean so you wouldn't have to. You wondered when the last time he'd had a guest had been, your drama knowledge went decently far but your knowledge about the people behind the drama was actually very low, and you realized that you'd never even learned his name even though you'd been direct neighbours for a few years now. You didn't know any of their names, not the recluse, not the two, not the old lady either, and you felt more shame as he drank more water and laid down.
‘You can go now, I know I'm keeping you up on a weekday,’ he wheezed as more coughing took over, his voice cracking weakly from it, and you looked at him and saw a real, living person, not just a source of annoyance and dramatic entertainment, maybe you were the real weirdo here for taking so long to see it.
‘I was gunna call out anyway, I think there's something going around,’ you tried to joke, but he was tired, he could hardly breathe it was so bad tonight, and when you felt his forehead you could feel his fever. ‘I'm sorry…’
‘For what?’
Shit, you hadn't meant to say that out loud. ‘For a lot of things,’ you didn't clarify, but he seemed too out of it to question what they were. ‘Where'd you get your air fryer? It looks like a good model, been thinking of saving up for one, myself.’
He smiled to himself, like even the act of you trying to make up for your previous actions was enough. ‘Got it for ten years at work, as a gift,’ he answered, his eyes closed and his hands holding the top of the blanket, ‘I got to pick from a bunch of other things, it was this end of the year party so they bought a ton to choose from for everyone, but that was the only thing I wanted, had to- had to fight off an older co-worker for it.’ He laughed with a cough at the memory, which made you laugh.
‘Where do you work? That's a pretty good gift, even if it isn't as expensive compared to the bigger ones nowadays,’ you asked, you wanted to know more about him, you didn't want him to just be the annoying coughing neighbour anymore, but he cracked open an eye to stare at you at the question.
‘You've never asked about me before, we've been neighbours for what, three years now?’ he challenged, and even in the dim light you couldn't hide your expression from him.
‘I figure it’s time for a change, if I'm so distant that I didn't even get invited to a threeway when both you and that woman were, then I've gotta be doing something wrong,’ you tried to joke, but he was still staring at you. ‘How about if I tell you mine? Would that make us even?’
‘I think I'd prefer to know your name before you go and tell me your job,’ he told you honestly, and you felt the shame again because something like that shouldn't have taken until you were taking care of him to come out. You opened your mouth to tell him when another fit took over, this one so bad that he curled into the side of the bed to hack and wheeze away from you, and you could see the sweat darkening his shirt, his fever was getting worse; you rushed to the bathroom to wet a washcloth and grab a towel, your neighbour still coughing until it went silent, and when you returned in a rush you found him gasping for breath. Your panic kicked into high gear, was he actually asthmatic and he needed his inhaler?
‘What can I do?’ you begged him as you kneeled in front of him and clutched his arm, and he gestured to his back with terrified eyes. You steeled yourself and summoned all your strength in order to smack him hard to knock the air back into him, a large breath sucked in once the couch was canceled, you hated those so much but his were so much worse, and he flopped back and just breathed.
‘Thank you,’ he panted softly, your eyes sad as you picked up the dropped washcloth and started to dab at his forehead. ‘It hasn't been this bad for a long time, I think something’s stuck in the vents, the air quality has been so bad lately, and then this weather-’
‘I know, I'll go down there myself and file a complaint that Marty can't ignore, this place is such a shithole,’ you griped on his behalf, but he didn't seem to appreciate it.
‘This shithole is all I have,’ he frowned, your hand lowering and dripping water onto his pillow.
‘Doesn't mean living here should kill you,’ you argued, and he fell silent with a lesser cough. ‘It's better in my apartment, I don't know if the place is so rundown that there's something in the walls, not just the vents, but… it's stuffy in here, hard to breathe, and not just thanks to any cold, I don't think it's good for you.’
‘You offering your couch to me?’ he almost teased you could've sworn, the corner of his mouth pulling into a small smile.
‘I've got a pullout and a bed over there, you could take your pick,’ you didn't exactly tease back, ‘and my heat works, it's freezing in here too.’
‘Really? I hadn't noticed,’ he replied openly sarcastically with a loud sniff, his nose was running, and you'd never felt this urge come over you before because it was too gross to think of, but he could hardly keep his eyes open to look at you; you leaned over him to get to the box of tissues and grabbed one, and you dabbed gently at his nose before he swatted you away and took over. ‘Cmon, I'm not that helpless,’ he muttered, but you could see the glow to his cheeks that shone a little brighter than the sickness did moments before. He blew and tossed it in the general direction of his trash and of course missed, it was impossible not to, but you still whistled.
‘Good shot,’ you lied, which made him sit up to confirm, only to fall back with a laugh. ‘You can come over though, I don't think this place is doing you any favours,’ you tried again, the first real invitation you'd made to any of your neighbours since you moved in, and he shook his head.
‘I'll get you sick,’ he pointed out, but you just shrugged.
‘I knew the risks when I came over, c’mon, your boss can't find you if you're not home,’ you tempted him, and he looked around his room; it was honestly miserable in here, and you knew that there had to really be something in the walls with the way those dark spots along the ceiling didn't look great, being holed up in here was making him worse. So he gave in, and you forced him to leave his pillows and blankets behind, the less sick that came with him the better.
He was fully shaking as you helped him back down the hallway, you were glad you didn't leave right away with how bad it really was, and you took his keys so you could lock up for him and made sure to grab everything he needed for the night. ‘Wait, bring the air fryer, we can make breakfast with it in the morning, you'll never do potatoes or bacon without one ever again,’ he grinned tiredly, and you tossed all his things into the tray and locked the door. You walked together to your place, the hallway empty and quiet since it was the middle of the night, your door still open and all your things still in place the way you left it. He breathed in easily once he stepped inside, you took better care of your place than he did, and you took him as far away from his room as possible, his cough coming out a little easier as he sat on your bare mattress.
‘Sorry, I mostly sleep on the pullout, those two are- hmm, they're…’ you tried to say without actually saying, and he laughed a little.
‘The walls are thin here, I get it,’ he saved you, your nod of appreciation tossed back as you grabbed the spare blankets from the closet. ‘Yeah, I can hear them too, I'm surprised Mrs. Fuentes hasn't complained yet.’
‘Is that her name? The old woman?’ you asked genuinely, and he nodded and got up to help make the bed even though he could barely stand.
‘Griselda, yeah, we talk sometimes,’ he smiled softly as he tucked in the edges, and when he coughed he did it into the crook of his arm so he wouldn't get it on your things. ‘The guys on either side of you, you don't know their names either, do you?’ You couldn't lie and guess, and he told them to you, as well as the recluse’s. ‘And you don't know mine, you haven't said it once since you came over.’
‘You don't know mine either,’ you jumped in as you tossed down the pillow, and he got back into bed and sank so deep into the mattress that you were sure he'd temporarily ascended, everything about his own room was working against him.
He said it, and you blinked in surprise again as he pulled the comforter up to his chin. ‘This place might be a shithole to you, but it's the only home I've known since… It's my only home, and I do like it here, despite appearances.’
‘Your room is full of mold, it's no wonder you're sick, and you'd just keep sleeping in there because this place is your home?’ you snapped defensively. ‘This place is a shithole, that's a fact, and you shouldn't have to settle for that! You can't breathe in there, your room is so cold it's made you even sicker, and you wanna just keep living in there and going to work like nothing’s wrong?’
‘Where else am I gunna go?’ he demanded so loud that it made him cough again, and you grabbed one of the bottles you brought him and handed it over before getting another washcloth for his fever. He let you take care of him, and again you had to wonder when the last time anyone had, if this place was all he had, and you cooled him back down until his forehead wasn't burning anymore. You told him your name, personally this time while you set the cloth down, and he looked up at you. ‘Joe,’ he replied, and he shifted his arm free in order to reach for your hand; you shook hello, the first hello you'd given each other since you moved in, and he got comfortable again and just watched you. ‘They asked me if I wanted to join them, but they've never tried to talk to me again about anything, after I said I wasn't interested,’ he confessed, that sounded like them with their secrets and closeness. ‘I've been worried for months about her, she’s never really seemed like their type but the only person I could really talk to about it was Mrs. Fuentes, and I don’t think she'd be interested in the relationship between two shady guys and a woman so quiet she keeps scaring me in the halls.’
‘I can see that, for all the shit I talk about them and what they may or may not do… I think they're okay guys, little loud, definitely doing something we shouldn't know about, but I think she's in good hands,’ you admitted to not only him to yourself, it was so easy to view whatever they had going on as more drama, but they were also people with real lives, and they were just living it.
He let out a sigh and closed his eyes again, his head sinking into the pillow in relief. ‘Good, I'm happy to hear it,’ he smiled, and you couldn't help but think that if you were being honest, then your weirdo neighbour who always kept you up with his coughing was actually a pretty handsome man, a man who you never guessed was named Joe of all things. You smiled back at him, checked his forehead again, and when it seemed like his fever had receded enough to let him sleep, you made you stand. ‘Wait,’ he fought to speak, right on the edge of sleep, ‘in case it comes back, please stay…’
He meant the coughing, you knew he did, but a part of you wondered if maybe he was afraid of something else, something a little cold medicine and tissues and wet cloths couldn't fix. You couldn't share the bed with him when he was that sick, but you could grab the futon from your pullout, and somehow, sleeping on the floor next to the coughing man who usually kept you up gave you the most peaceful night's sleep you'd had in a while.
You woke up to your alarm going off the next morning, the sky outside still dark thanks to the time of year. You hurriedly turned it off when you remembered what had gone down the night before, and when you looked to your bed you saw Joe still sound asleep. He was wheezing a little in his sleep but he was breathing better than he had in those moments he'd been in his own bed, it really was the room making him sick. You let the back of your hand hover over his forehead but didn't feel anything, you needed to touch him, and you hoped that he was very asleep as you leaned over; your lips hovered over his forehead, just enough to feel the heat better than your hand, he still had a bit of a fever, he wasn't going anywhere today. Awake and ready to finish what you started, you went to the kitchen to prepare some tea, it was a medicinal mix you only busted out for the tough jobs, since the bad taste lasted a lot longer than a simple pill or liquid shot.
You heated up the water and were inspecting his air fryer when you heard his phone go off on the other side of the wall, and you made sure he was still asleep before sneaking out into the hall. Since you had his keys you were able to get in without needing to pick the lock, which was good considering you'd probably end up breaking the thing and locking him out permanently instead of getting inside, and traversed back to his room to find his phone. Sure enough it was his work, and you picked up to hear a man's voice on the other side. ‘Uh, hi, hey,’ you told the man, his resulting silence telling you you'd caught him off guard. ‘I'm Joe's neighbour, he's a little indisposed at the moment, he caught a bad cold last night and I don't think he'll be in for a bit.’
‘Damn, we'll need to get someone to cover his classes,’ the man thought aloud to himself, so he worked in a school, that explained the fashion sense. ‘Tell him to call me when he's feeling better, although if the weather keeps picking up like this, he might end up with the week off anyway.’
‘I will, I'll make sure he stays in bed today,’ you promised, and then the call was over, just like that, he was free to rest. You went to pocket it and go back to him when you paused, looked up at the dark spots that felt even darker with the sun still yet to rise, and you turned on his light and took in the damage. Okay, it didn't actually seem to be black mold, thank god for that, but there was still something wrong about it, something rotten, he shouldn't be sleeping in here.
It was then you felt watched, like there was some kind of presence in there with you, and you turned and expected him to have snuck up on you again, probably when he noticed you were gone. You turned to scare him first but there was no one there, the room was empty, and you frowned before the muffled sound of praying came through the walls. It was louder here, he could hear it so much more clearly, and the feeling grew until you heard a creak behind you. You turned again but there was just the darkness on the ceiling, and you stared up at it and wondered if it'd grown when you felt a tickle in your throat.
You really shouldn't be in there, and you spent a quick moment cleaning up his mess and tossing his blankets and pillowcases into a large garbage bag so you could haul it all down to the basement to be washed, the biggest downfall of the place being that the apartments came without laundry hookups. You cracked open his window enough to air the place out without freezing everything inside and shut the door, another window cracked in the living room for extra airing, as well as more garbage cleaned and more blankets gathered, he could thank you when he was feeling better. When you were satisfied you walked out and started to lock up, a creak from down the hall making you turn to see who was watching you again; it was the recluse, no, it was Ms. Rose, that's what Joe had called her, he hadn't gotten a chance to learn her first name yet and he only remembered her last because it matched Mrs. Fuentes’ granddaughter's, Rosario.
She looked at the bag by your feet, the fact that you had his keys, and you realized that you could easily be as much of a fucking weirdo to everyone else as they were to you before last night. ‘I swear he isn't in there,’ you said instead of explaining it was laundry and garbage for the chute, and she pursed her lips in absolute concern. ‘I mean, it's laundry, he's sick so I cleaned up for him,’ you successfully told her as you carried the garbage to the chute, and even though she was with those two, it seemed like some residual feelings were still there, she'd never said anything, he'd said that too.
‘I…’ Her small voice startled you so entirely that you let the handle slip from your fingers, and when it slammed shut she flinched. ‘I hope he feels better soon, can you… tell him that? From me?’ It was a simple request, one you thought she should say herself, but even with a name she was still reclusive, and she'd chosen to use her few words to ask this of you, so you nodded with a smile.
‘Sure,’ you agreed, and she smiled back in relief and gratitude before turning back to her door. She locked it, so she wasn't a total recluse after all because she was also heading to work, wherever that may be, but not before giving you a small wave goodbye. You were in the middle of waving back when loud footsteps approached as well as talking, you'd know those voices anywhere, and those two, now known as Matty and Ethan, stepped into view.
‘Oh good, we caught you,’ Matty, the blonde one who'd apparently asked Joe to join them on ‘it’ said as he wrapped his arm around Ms. Rose’s waist much more affectionately than you’d expected, and you realized that because you'd spent so long avoiding them because they were weirdos, you'd never seen her smile so wide before. ‘Here, bring these in, I'll drive Addy; you'll be late if you wait for the bus with that snow coming in, sped all the way back just for you.’
‘Joe's sick,’ she told him in a more confident voice as they headed back down the stairs, Matty knowing his name after all and exclaiming that they’d just been talking about how bad he’d sounded when they left as the last man, Ethan, unlocked his own apartment to toss two large duffle bags full of something inside. He didn't say anything to you, but now that you were face to face you could see that he wasn't sneaky and secretive, he was just not as loud as Matty was.
You shared a comfortable silence with your last neighbour when you didn't give him the cold shoulder like you usually did, because he was also a person with a life, not just a source of drama to listen in on and speculate about. He gave you his own wave before heading in, maybe to sleep, maybe to make breakfast for when Matty returned, your thoughts a lot more positive than they would've been if you'd never gone over last night, and when you went back into your apartment you found yourself in much better spirits than when you left.
The water was ready so you made the tea, and you dug around in your fridge until you found some bacon, something you enjoyed but hated cleaning up after, forget the dread that spitting grease placed within you as well. You put down the package and plugged in the air fryer, but as soon as the display lit up you realized you had no idea what to do. You were in the middle of settling on just asking Google how to work this thing when you felt a hand on your shoulder, a screech of surprise ripped from your throat that made a cough of equal surprise sound off behind you. ‘Please, for the love of god, stop doing that,’ you begged him as you doubled over, Joe looking apologetic and deathly ill as he repented by coughing.
‘Sorry, just- you gotta- here,’ he stepped in when his voice gave out entirely, and he showed you step by step how to use it while you turned on the lights and opened the bacon. Once it was on and frying, which was a lot simpler to do than you thought, he rooted around in your kitchen until he found potatoes and a large ziplock bag; he had you help him clean and cut the potatoes so he could toss them in the bag with a decent helping of oil, salt, and seasoning salt, with a dash of pepper, and he closed the bag and shook it up until the potatoes were completely coated.
When the bacon was done and removed, he had you pour out the resulting grease so the potatoes could be tossed in, and he set a new time and let the thing do its job. The smell of cooking food filled your kitchen more than it had in what felt like forever, and you handled the eggs while Joe took a moment to sit and sip at his tea, the TV turned on low so Mrs. Fuentes wouldn't be disturbed, whereas before you’d always crank the sound to drown her and everyone else out.
You decided that you were completely sold on the air fryer when you poured out perfectly crisp homefries onto your plates, the eggs and bacon already divided, and he kept a bit of space from you on your couch while you ate in a comfortable silence. When the food was done you gathered up the dishes again and were in the middle of filling the dishwasher when he noticed the time, and you stopped him from rushing off to work in a panic with gentle hands. ‘Back to bed, I already told you boss you were staying home today,’ you urged him, and he looked horribly confused at the words that had just come out of your mouth while you led him back to your office. ‘I went to your place and cleaned up a bit for you, your boss called so I got you the day off, you're welcome.’
‘But I-’ he choked out but you wouldn't hear of it, this larger man pushed back into your bed with a pathetic oof.
‘I'm going to see Marty after this to see about those spots on your ceiling, so you're not going home or to work today,’ you insisted after a quick trip to the bathroom to rinse off the cloth from last night, the panic had made his fever spike a little again. ‘You can't even speak anyway, how're you gunna teach without a voice?’ Now it was his turn to be surprised, and you let him sit in it before taking pity on him. ‘Your boss, now we're even.’
He cleared his throat and sank back into the bed, your hand pressed to his forehead until he seemed ready to finish sleeping this off. ‘Th-thanks,’ he managed to get out, and you had the sudden realization that you didn't know how you ever thought this man was a weirdo.
‘Get used to it, because I'm not letting you move back into that room until that ceiling is sorted, Mr….’ You paused, there was something you couldn't get, and he rolled onto his side with a grin.
‘That's something you're gunna need to figure out on your own,’ he smirked before sleep took him again, his smug smile fading back into what could only be peace. You brushed his hair away from his forehead and let your lips hover over his skin a moment to check for the heat one last time, and when he didn’t stir you gave him a small kiss there, like it would help him get better faster. You left the room and let him rest, you could curl up on the couch and combat that tickle in your own throat with some more tea before you got too sick to go downstairs, it was still too early for Marty to be up and in a mood to listen to complaints anyway. You tucked yourself in and watched TV in silence as the sun rose and showed off how bad the weather was again today, it was a good thing you were both inside, and you didn't fall back asleep until you heard Matty return, everyone was okay, everything was going to be okay from now on.
Maybe the next time things got bad, you could keep the drama to the magic picture box in front of you, not to the people loving their lives around you, that might be a fun thing to try next.
Warnings: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, tiny bit of angst, nothing but typical Fearless failcringe (we love it).
Wordcount: 19252
Summary: It's been a year since you started dating the horror host by the name of Dr. Fearless, but you're ready for a bit more after spending so long in his world.
Prenote to be deleted but this is unedited as of right now, because it's getting late and I'm starving for pizza and candy x_x I'll edit it tomorrow when I've risen from the dead again so just ignore any mistakes you see for now!
Notes: Surprise, bet none of you were expecting a sudden sequel to these fics dedicated to our beloved Dr. Fearless were you 😏 I haven't written any readers in months thanks to my 3RP series, but man did I really miss it. I'd wanted to have more posted through the month, but the other things I made for today took up every single day, if I wasn't making something I was at work or at sleep for real TwT but it's done, I think this version of Fearless is as close to David if he'd taken that path in life with some of his details, which was a lot of fun because I was also basically writing myself at one point. Sorry it's coming out so late, even a whole month wasn't enough to finish it all before today, but I hope you all like it and have a very happy halloween 💗🎃💗
You aren't sure how it happened, but somewhere along the way, you found yourself as a regular at Dr. Fearless’ Midnight Horrorshow, far after Halloween ended and the seasons changed into something more cheerily festive. The spooky decorations around the city and in the stores were quickly switched out for Christmas, which felt weird this time around after spending so long amount coffins and cobwebs, but still it happened, and Dr. Fearless and his set never changed. There were a few things to show that the new holiday was coming, some new decorations going up on the mantle and on the table that held his - very real - wine, but the overall vibe of creepy was still there, and remained all the way until January.
It went back to normal for a bit, then a surplus of heart themed decorations went up for Valentine's day, which you saw personally seeing as you were dating the host. He put up an extra special heart in honour for you since you couldn't just come on as a guest again, it was too personal this time, but you knew what the anatomically correct heart with an arrow through it resting on a stand meant when it sat on the guest's table, even if your seat only held a skeleton dressed in the outfit you brought. He did bits with it all night, several moments of woe on how much he missed the poor soul's presence, but he never mentioned your brief character by name, because to do so would mean there'd be no chance of you returning, and it was his show, so he refused to make that ‘canon’.
During the breaks he watched you instead of the things playing on his TV, and you knew he also wanted nothing more than to end the night with him pretending to drink your blood in front of everyone again.
It was more of the same through the upcoming months, you had no idea what to expect for the 4th of July but a skull with a beard a top hot in a cloche certainly wasn't it, and before you knew it, you'd been to countless shows leading up to October once again. All that time you and Fearless, or Max as it became increasingly harder to not call him while on set before he was dressed and the urge faded again under the power of those fangs and that haircut, got to know each other better and better. You meshed incredibly well under it all, the flirting, the love for horror, the cryptic way he'd ask you out in front of everyone because he loved watching you figure out what the hell he was trying to say.
Your dates weren't always creepy, or horror-related, in fact there were so many where you got to lead and show him what you were into now that there was no need to pretend you were your friend, who still didn't know about your relationship. If he found out he'd see Max as himself, something you both were trying to avoid since he liked to keep that part of his life private from his own real life, to the point where literally no one else knew who he really was other than you. There were guesses online, he had a small fanclub which made you both proud and jealous, which you'd also never admit out loud to him, held up by the fans who'd gone to his café and seen it in his eyes, but he never openly said anything about it, addressed it.
You made sure to be discreet with your public dates because of all that, because if anyone saw you together that'd be the end of all the speculation considering everyone was very sure that you were together after that stream, and those who came to the shows saw you sit with him every movie. There'd be no denying it and he'd lose his animosity, and he really didn't want that, so even though you wanted to parade him through the streets like you were dating Dracula himself, you couldn't.
You had a plan to change all this, however, since October was nearly here again and you wanted to get back in that chair.
Your one year anniversary was technically on the day you first met, he held it that dear to his heart, and you held your plan in your own heart when you heard a knock come to your door, right on schedule. It was Max, out of costume but still sporting those devilish eyebrows of his as he held up a cape that wasn't there yet in front of his face. ‘I am here to escort you, my dear, your carriage awaits us,’ he whispered in The Voice, your cheeks instantly starting to heat at the sound of it even after so long.
‘Shh, he'll hear you, he's already home,’ you hissed before pulling him into your foyer; he'd been here many times before by now, but he still flushed at being in your apartment, at being at this level of intimate with you like he was still afraid that he'd scare you off by embarrassing you in your own home. It was something you still needed to work on, you hadn't even seen his place yet even though it'd been a year, your dates mostly taking you here or other places when the weather was nice and the crowds were thin, like you were trying to date an A List celebrity with constant paparazzi tailing him. You didn't fault him for it, he'd explained last year that you were his first real relationship in years because his ex had left him thanks to getting hounded by fans, so he took this kind of thing very seriously, and so would you.
‘Forgive me, my- sorry, I just like being able to drive you,’ he apologized a little more sheepishly than normal, his voice switching back to normal as you finished cleaning up so you could go, and you saw him leaning against the counter and playing with the hem of his coat, the top of an Elvira shirt poking through the opening. You smiled fondly and walked over to get him to look at you, those brown eyes could draw anyone in, vampire or no, and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips to see his smile return.
‘I'm just worried about him knowing, there's no way he wouldn't immediately tweet that his best friend is dating Fearless,’ you reminded him as your thumb brushed over his cheek, and he leaned into your touch before nodding.
‘Having read that letter, I don't doubt it,’ he agreed before kissing your palm, ‘you sure you don't wanna move?’
‘In this economy? I'll be lucky if I can find another place half this size without it being double,’ you cringed again, as you did every time you thought about apartment hunting, you were very lucky to get this one when you did. ‘I'll be fine here, but you know, we won't have to worry about him if you in-’
Your voice cut off at the sound of knocking, your eyes locking on his because he was already here, so who was at the door? ‘Hey, I know you're home, I thought we could go tonight, I know you had fun the last time,’ your friend's voice came through the door, and instantly the both of you felt like a couple of spooked black cats with your backs arched and tails puffed. He sprinted for your bathroom and shut the door to hide as quietly as he could while you made your way to the door, and you opened it to find Simon waiting there eagerly, already dressed up for the occasion before you could even answer.
‘You seem confident in my answer,’ you said flatly as you looked him over, and he invited himself in with a smirk.
‘You're the one who stayed after I left,’ he reminded you, your lips attempting not to smirk back as you held in that you'd been to more shows than he had at that point, ‘c'mon, they don't start for another hour but I wanna help you get ready again, it was pretty fun last time.’
‘I think I'm good, I can meet you there,’ you said as nonchalantly as you could, because if you left now then you'd be trapping the host in your apartment or leaving your door unlocked since he didn't have his own key.
‘That's no fun, we rushed it last year, we can actually take our time, maybe make this one of our things,’ he suggested hopefully, you were probably the only other person he knew who knew about the show since it was so niche, and without the allure of free tickets to motivate him, he just genuinely wanted to hang out with you. ‘I know it's not really your thing, but I've been thinking about it all week, and I figured that if you ever wanted to go back, just for a night or two, we could always make a night of it.’
It was so hard to turn him down, you two never got to hang out anymore since you'd been filling your months with Max and Fearless, and you wanted to just tell him when you heard a shuffling from the bathroom.
‘What was that?’
‘Nothing, my pipes have been acting up,’ you lied faster than you could blink, Simon's expression turning to a frown as he started to head over.
‘Want me to take a look? We both know that idiot downstairs won't,’ he offered as your adrenaline started to race, even without his makeup there was a very good chance that he'd recognize Fearless on that normal face, and you sprinted over and threw yourself in front of the door. ‘Okay, you're acting weird…’
‘I'm not weird,’ you snapped back instantly on reflex, ‘you are.’
A muffled chuckle couldn't help but drift through the wood.
‘Is someone in there?’ Simon whispered as he leaned in, and the way your eyes widened and face grew hot answered it against your will. ‘Oh my god, did you start seeing someone without telling me?’
‘It's not like that,’ you whispered back, your body still braced against the wood and your arm spread wide, ‘we wanted to tell you, we're just waiting for the right time, you'll ruin the surprise.’
He never could resist a surprise, and you knew it. ‘Fine, but I still wanna hang out, if I go can I expect to see you there?’ he asked as he backed up and let you relax, although you weren't entirely sure if he'd go for the handle the first chance he got.
‘Yes, I'll definitely be there, I remember the way,’ you promised, And he looked at you, then the door, before moving for the handle just to make you try and guard it again so he could laugh at you.
‘You'd better, I wanna know about whoever's in there, I'm not gunna hustle down a bathroom door, that's one degree off from a bedroom on the possible nudity scale and I don't want that to be my first impression to be of an ass,’ he conceded, and you let out a sigh of relief as you walked him back to the front door.
‘I will, I'll even bring some snacks, how's that?’ He hummed in satisfaction and walked out, and you waited until you heard him go right towards the elevator before sighing again and going for the bathroom. ‘You can come out, he's gone,’ you called out, and the lock clicked before a frazzled Max poked his head out, ‘I might consider moving after that, honestly, that was too close.’
‘Sorry, I couldn't stop myself from laughing,’ he apologized once he was back in the living room, ‘you're just- you made my heart soar, my phantom,’ he cooed as his hands dramatically covered his heart; you'd also learned long ago that when he felt so much for you that normal words just wouldn't cover it, he'd slip back into Fearless Mode to compliment and flirt with you, since that also hadn't scared you off, and it was still charming enough to calm your adrenaline again.
‘Alright, I know I overreacted, but now you'll have to drop me off down the street or something since he'll see us go in together,’ you almost pouted, you enjoyed getting the perk of going in early and helping set up, especially now that the Halloween decorations were coming back out and you were allowed to add your own personal touch to the set.
‘Not exactly, we can go in the back this time, I have a key for when I need to sneak in when we're closed,’ he told you, usually you just went through the front like everyone else since someone else was already there to unbolt the door for the others by then, in other words, you tended to make him late since he could never take his hands off you as soon as you reached the car.
‘We can do that,’ you said with a shake of your head to clear those thoughts, you'd really be late if you got him started while you were so close to your bed, and he went to head for the door when you stopped him. ‘Wait, he's gunna expect me to dress up again, would you- I mean, do you want to-’
‘Help you get ready for the show?’ he finished for you, and when you nodded you could have sworn his canines were looking longer than usual when he went to bite at his lip. ‘I would, but I think that we'd need more time, if I'm late it throws everything off,’ he held back after checking his watch, and a glance at your clock told you that he was right,’ but, if I have the option…’ He trailed off and mysteriously made his way to your bedroom, and you had no choice but to follow. You found him going through your closet, and you sat down on the bed before hopping back up and standing there patiently as he, like Simon a year ago, went through your clothes until he found what he was looking for. ‘For you, my haunting spector, you'll draw all the eyes in this, although I may have to spill blood if you do,’ he swooned as he presented the clothes to you, he was going to be extra vampiric this month you could already tell, the mood was constantly getting to him with the additions of orange leaves and pumpkin spice, and you just chuckled to yourself and looked over what he'd chosen; you'd gone shopping many times over the year so you could fit in with his crowd better, plus the fashion had grown on you so much that you were constantly eyeing black clothes and wondering if he'd like them. He'd made an outfit out of these trips, and you went to get ready when he sat down on the bed and waited patiently, his eyes watching you hungrily and reminding you exactly why you'd chosen to stand.
‘I'll meet you in the car,’ you shooed him off, and he pretended to pout and want to take a bite of you as he passed. You just laughed and shoved him away, he'd made you into quite the vampire hunter this past year in a way, and when he also left your apartment you proceeded to get dressed as fast as you could. You thought about your plan as you did, a bit of eyeliner drawn on before you were rushing for the elevator, you still had candy to buy yet, how you wanted to pitch it to him before the big day, but you had no idea how; you wanted to be a part of the show, not as his host, you couldn't possibly think up that many quips to be interesting enough to make your presence worthwhile, but you did enjoy helping set up, and you could help with something else, whatever he needed.
The crew itself was small, made of the couple working the door, Robbie and Mariana, the sound guy, Dani, the two assistants who came on as butlers or whatever the scene needed and did ad reads, Rachel and Nyx, then the resident Spender, Amber, who took this all very seriously and it showed in exactly what she used their budget on. But it was Robbie who was secretly the producer of it all, she and Max were old friends, they'd come up with this together, her friends helping because they were into this just as much as they were, all of them encouraging him to be their host because she knew how much he'd dreamt about it. It was a surprisingly sweet origin story despite the show itself, how none of his current friends and family actually knew about all this, they didn't even like him working at the café because of its theme and wanted himbto get a ‘real job’ at his age, so he was able to fully be himself here, among them.
You were, for lack of a better word, dying to be a part of it as his partner, even if it was a snack buyer, outfit washer, his personal assistant who got to deliver his wine and pose as his victim, anything, just as long as you could join him on this journey. You thought about it all the way down to his car, where it was ready and warm and waiting for you, his music turned down once you opened the door. He took a moment to stare, you apparently fulfilled his wishes of looking stunning, and you motioned for him to just drive, he was going to miss his own show at this point. ‘Drop me off at the dollar store, I'll grab some of his favourites and walk down,’ you instructed when you approached the turnoff, and he looked ready to refuse when you interrupted him, ‘he's expecting candy and I'll owe him double If i show up without it.’
‘I can send Amber out,’ he said anyway, that idea shot down with a shake of your head.
‘He’ll know something's up, plus she'll think we're insufferable if we start sending her on errands again,’ you reminded him, and he flinched at the way she'd looked at him when he'd asked her to grab you extra gifts for Valentine's day right before the show started.
‘Mariana, then, Robbie can handle the door by herself.’
‘She's gotta be in the booth, Max,’ you shot down, and he went, ‘Oh yeah,’ before trying to think of something else. ‘It’s fine, you can go without me for 20 minutes, I'll grab your favourite for when the movie comes on, alright?’
‘He's there tonight,’ he was the one to remind you this time, and you felt the oncoming loneliness already at the thought of not being able to sit beside him.
‘Oh, yeah,’ you repeated, your eyes falling to your shoes while he waited for the light to change. ‘I think we gotta tell him, tonight won't be as fun if I can't sit beside you,’ you didn't lie, and he nodded as he pulled into the parking lot, ‘we won't make a big deal of it, let him figure it out when the movie starts, everyone else knows to leave you the seat but he won't so he'll probably sit next to me.’
‘I-I might honestly break character if he tries,’ he also didn't lie, his voice wavering nervously in expectation of your reaction, but you knew how big tonight was going to be for him to let someone in on it all, someone who wasn't already part of the crew, the first person in years apart from yourself. You held his hand when the car stopped so you could get out, he needed to hurry, but you wanted to make sure you did this part first.
‘He won't tell, and he doesn't have to see this side of you right away, he can just know Fearless,’ you reassured him, and he nodded, but you can see that he was visibly jittery. ‘Hey, you got this, it's The 1st of October, your favourite time of year, lets go into it together this time.’
His nod was a little steadier this time, and when you reached for the door and let go of his hand, he spun in his seat in order to pull you back into a kiss. ‘I'll see you when you get there,’ he whispered just an inch from your face, and you fell all over again as you kissed him back.
‘Knock ‘em dead.’
After the promised 20 minutes, you walked through the door and waved hello to Mariana, since Robbie was already in the booth as usual. The show was just about to start but you'd cut it close, so close that your seat was already taken seeing as everyone wanted the couch whenever you couldn't make it in. You just stared them down, the couple seeing you coming and getting up without a fight since that meant Fearless would be taking the front row with you. Simon was on his phone, and you felt yours buzz in your pocket right before you sat down on the couch next to his solo chair, at least he wouldn't have to switch unless he thought the empty space next to you was now for him.
‘You made it! Man, you’re so late I was worried you'd flaked on me for your date,’ he teased as you got comfortable, Nyx seeing that you'd arrived and coming over with your usual table for your drinks before Fearless, fully costumed and talking with Rachel about the ad reads for tonight, quickly noticed and called for her to come over to him, Dani nearly drowning him out accidentally with a thunder roar as he practiced his timing. ‘He's so cool, you don't know how lucky it is that we have our own horror host in town, I still can't believe you actually got to sit up there and talk with him for an hour,’ he gushed as Nyx brought the table over to Fearless, and when he spoke to her, she glanced at you before nodding, guess he was telling everyone to keep it cool for tonight thanks to your own guest.
‘He makes me laugh,’ you agreed because if you started talking about him you feared you might not stop, or get into personal likes that you shouldn't know, couldn't spoil the surprise when he could disrupt everything.
‘Yeah he's funny, but did you ever read about him after you got home?’ he asked as he kept watching them talk, Fearless’ voice low since he wasn't in character with them, and you felt your hackles raise in nervousness.
‘What do you mean?’
‘How he and that really tall girl started all this, her name's Robbie Langdon, she has like this business in town that was successful enough to get this place rented, I've never been cause this is cooler, but they did this interview years ago when it started up, haven't done any since. Anyway, they're old friends, a lot of people think they're even together, like this is a couple's venture? He never shared his name, he did his half in character, but since they keep things so private it's a popular rumour, and I can see it, hey, d'you think she's taller or he is?’
If you were also in character, you would've broken it for sure, your arm cramping before you noticed you were digging your nails into the fabric. ‘Robbie's dating Mariana, the one at the door,’ you said curtly even though he was just relaying the rumours; everyone here was forbidden from taking photos of you two by punishment of banishment, respect his privacy or be asked to leave, so there weren't even any amateur paparazzi photos of you two sitting together online, thank god for small viewerships who genuinely listened.
‘Really? How'd you know that?’ he asked as he looked over at Robbie, who was giving directions as she read over a piece of paper while Dani nodded and took notes.
‘Saw them leave together the last time I was here,’ you told him, which wasn't exactly a lie, you'd seen them go home together every time you come.
‘That doesn't mean they're together, though.’
‘They kissed in the car.’
‘Oh. Yeah, that'll do it.’ He sat back and got comfortable, everyone was starting to clear out, the show was going to start any minute now, and you saw that Robbie had the stream open in the booth to check on the timing of things. ‘I wonder if he's single, then, I mean, I know this is all just his schtick, but there's someone for everyone, I bet there's someone out there who'd love all this like he does.’
‘You got a crush on Fearless?’ you asked if only to keep your hands from crossing the gap and strangling him in sheer, monstrous jealousy, you'd been watching too many horror movies.
‘A bit, maybe,’ he blushed as he watched, and the shock he caused saved his life. ‘I mean, don't get me wrong, things are going great with Clem, and this whole thing isn't for me, but… I dunno, he's kinda doin’ it for me,’ he admitted, and you felt the jealousy rise to dangerously high levels when the swish of a cape drew your attention forward before his voice did.
‘Ah, why if it isn't my delightful guest from a year ago, the one who stole my heart in front of thousands, who haunted my very dreams for many moons after. To think I would see you again on this night of nights, how lucky am I to be graced with such an enticing presence again,’ Fearless swooned openly and loudly in front of you, his arms open wide as he threw aside his cape and bowed deeply, and it was harder than you imagined to not instantly jump back into the bit because you knew it would only encourage him.
‘You remembered?’ you feigned, Simon's eyes wide as he watched the show that everyone else was ignoring, they were very used to such displays by now.
‘Why of course, how could anyone forget such a face, those eyes, that wonderful mouth that speaks such poetry?’ he continued, your cheeks flushing as you fought the urge to smudge his makeup. ‘I take it you couldn't resist my call, the one I've been sending out every night for you to return to me, to fall back into my arms the way I was able to hold you so long ago, it feels like an eternity to me now.’
‘It feels like that for me, too,’ you gave him, and his eyes shone as he reached out to take your hand and kiss it, his fangs pressing an indent into your skin so his lips could really make contact.
‘Enchanting, truly exquisite, you'll forgive me if I allow myself such a small taste, such a temptation, before the bell tolls and I must leave you,’ he hoped without letting go of your hand, and you knew you needed to get him onto that couch - in a less risqué way than usual thanks to not being at home, but mainly due to needing to break this secret to Simon - so you kept holding on and pulled him forward just enough to bring his hand close to your face.
‘Only if you'll join us tonight, since you seem to have taken such a liking to me, I've got some room here,’ you asked of him, Simon's jaw dropping at your boldness as Fearless smiled wide before smouldering at you.
‘Why of course, to be invited is such a personal danger, to want to chance the risk of closeness, intimacy, the way a simple bite could take so much if allowed at such a distance, my heart would take flight were it still beating,’ he graciously accepted as he fell to one knee, he was so wrapped up in you now that there was no way you were going to break this loop without Rachel and Nyx coming over to pry him from your side at this rate, so you took your hand back in order to pat his shoulder, you wouldn't dare going above the neck and sending him back to that mirror this close to showtime.
‘Until then, my dear Fearless, it'll give you something to look forward to,’ you teased in order to snap him out of it, and he looked around and remembered that he really needed to get into place or else Robbie was going to come out there and kick his ass, and maybe yours too.
‘Yes, forgive me, I shall return to your side in due time,’ he swore to you before standing and nearly breaking character in order to rush backstage to get into place, as soon as the lights dimmed he'd be fine, not even you could distract him once the scene was set, and the moment he was gone Simon was in your face.
‘Did that really just happen? No, I'm serious, did you just ask him to sit with you? Are you insane?’ he asked in absolute disbelief, oh if only he were witness to how Fearless usually behaved with you once the movies started, he'll have to behave at least for your introduction night.
‘I told you, he makes me laugh, it's doing something for me too,’ you just said as the lights dimmed, it was starting, and you handed over his promised bag of candy, you'd have to wait for the break now to get something of your- ‘Wait, that one's mine,’ you nearly shouted when he immediately took out Fearless’ M&Ms and got ready to open it; the other M&Ms were just chocolate in a large bowl on the table and these were peanuts, a safe treat for him at a distance to others, just in case, since they never knew who'd be walking through that door every night. Simon just shrugged and tossed them over before moving onto the next thing, and when the sound of thunder and a musical cup rolled in, you felt your heart skip a beat just like it always did when the show began.
‘Good evening, Boils and Ghouls, my Fiendish Freaks who dare dredge these long, cold nights with the Creatures of the Dark for any glimmer of light,’ his voice echoed around as always, your mouth nearly moving along before you caught yourself. ‘Once again, it is I, your horrid host of the evening, Dr. Fearless, and I thank you all for joining me. It is October once again, my fiends, and my children of the night have gathered your responses from the past fortnight.’ The coffin pushed open deviously slow, his long fingers curling over the side to break the fake seal and allow him to slip out, his eyes instantly finding you in the audience and causing his grin to grow even wider than usual. ‘We have prepared a month's worth of new moving pictures for you, cursed films that call upon your nightmares and dare you to face everything you fear.’ He stepped out fully onto the set and flung his cape to the side, Dani timing it perfectly with the same thunder cue that had nearly drowned him out earlier.
He slowly made his way to his chair, his nails scraping over the material as the fog started to roll in, Rachel staggering on from ‘stage’ right and pulling down a velvet blanket made to look like a curtain in order to show off the new mystery lineup of horror movies everyone would be watching that year. You were in the know this time, seeing as he'd asked you to help him choose a new large batch of options for everyone to vote for, the half of the movies voted out going for next year's poll the same way last year's half had made it into this year's. It had been fun to sit with him, his old laptop on your coffee table next to the was you'd made as another movie played on your TV, one of the options you'd had to miss out on last year, and you'd even gotten to toss in a few of your own favourites because he wanted your input that much.
‘This selection has been carefully chosen by you, my creatures, a cursed lineup of particularly devilish films this year,’ he continued as he then ran his claws over the nameless cases, your adrenaline giving a small kick because you knew what came first, he'd be so happy that it'd made it onto the list this year. ‘Let me see, just a small peek into what horror awaits you tonight… Ah, a classic, so much blood shall pump through your panicked veins tonight, how wonderful,’ he practically purred as he covered his mouth with his cape and returned to his seat just in time for Rachel to return with his wine, which you'd eventually learned was actually alcoholfree when you'd taken him to dinner and found him refusing the red you'd picked out for you to share. He took a long sip and closed his eyes at the taste, his tongue peeking out to lick at his bottom lip and over his fangs, your own mimicking him because he could drive you so crazy just by being himself. Simon noticed this one, and he nudged you with a snicker that you quickly hushed as Fearless set his goblet back down so that he could sit, the lights starting to dim and set the mood even more. ‘But first, I have a tantalizing tale to share with you all, one about the horrors of house hunting, and the people who might be waiting to welcome you inside.’
The TV crackled to life before the screen started to drop, that meant that Robbie was switching the camera to the input so that the viewers could watch the short she had prepared on her computer. Fearless waited until the film started before going to stand, you could see his feet under the screen, but then he caught himself, sat back down, and you ended up missing out on the entire short, which was honestly very true to its name and only a few minutes long. When it was over and Robbie could switch back to the camera, you saw that Fearless had been staring directly at where you were sitting instead of watching the TV next to him, he'd really wanted to steal a quick kiss, and you gave him an encouraging smile to keep going, it wouldn't be long until the movie.
‘Wasn't that a nauseatingly nostalgic situation? I believe we've all been there,’ he joked despite the short being about nothing but death, and you chuckled and got his eyes to shine. ‘now, at this time of night, we usually treat you to a delicious deal from one of our benefactors, but since it is my most favourite month, my time where I feel the most alive, I think I shall give you all a little trick, to go with my treat.’ You blinked in surprise, your head turning to see Robbie and Dani talking in confusion on the other side of the glass, Rachel and Nyx just standing there with matching expressions since they were expecting to do the ad reads. You turned back to Fearless and mouthed, ‘What are you doing?’ before he waggled his eyebrows at you, and Simon, and well as the entire crew, slowly stared at you as Fearless held up his hand in your direction. ‘Come,’ he told you in his best Bela Lugosi voice, his dramatic accent actually sounding serious, and you felt yourself move as you stood and walked towards the set. It was like you were actually in a trance, he'd never interacted with anything past the camera before no matter what was happening, and you could hear Simon freak out as quietly as he could manage as you walked stiffly back in front of the camera.
Fearless stood as well in one swift movement, his body towering over yours as you took his hand, and he pulled you close and dipped you back so that he could inspect your neck. He hissed at the sight of it, if you'd had time to get ready together then he might've been able to sneak some makeup onto you, and you understood why he'd chosen this particular outfit arrangement as you stared into his eyes. The others didn't know what to do as long as he was just holding you, and Dani attempted to snap him out of it with more thunder so that their small airtime wasn't wasted with his personal fancies. You almost wanted to say something, everyone was watching, and the second you opened your mouth he dropped down to bite you for real. You felt his fangs press into your skin, they were probably digging into his gums like this, but all you could do was cling to him for real as he moaned into your neck.
Your head fell back at the sound, you'd never actually done anything in costume even though you had thought about it, you'd just figured that maybe he didn't want to treat his persona like that for real, but you felt his very real desire and the way he'd been clearly holding back for a year in the sting of his claws digging into your arm and back, how hard his heart beat against you. Everyone was too stunned to do anything, he hadn't warned them at all of this, and when he moved away there was a pulsing pain on the left side of your neck. Your hand slapped over it, there was no fake blood to hide this time, just a real bite that hadn't broken the skin, and he licked his lips and stared down at you before holding you to his chest and facing down the camera again.
‘Forgive me, my fiends, I grew parched after all that decadence, when I spotted this handsome beauty wandering into my midst, I could not resist taking a bite,’ he told his audience, and his fingers ran through your hair as he held up your head. ‘Now that I have replenished my energy, I have another tale for you, one of greed, one of hunger, and of a desire so strong it corrupts. Please partake in it, while I partake in a little more, myself.’
‘What are you-’ you whispered Into his chest before his head was pressed into the crook of your shoulder again, only instead of biting you this time, it was to kiss where he'd hurt you.
‘Forgive me, having you so far away from me, having to pretend to not be entirely yours, I truly could not resist,’ he panted into your skin, his accent wavering as he just kept holding you. You just sighed, you understood, and you wished you could hold him properly as the next short began to play, the large screen dropping back down already to shield you from everyone's eyes. It took him a little while but he did let go, and he frowned when he saw how hard he'd bit you, but you just rubbed at the area and shook your head, you were fine, you didn't mind. You couldn't talk to him now, you couldn't even stay up there, and you saw his face before you turned to see Robbie actually glaring at him from the booth; she was far back enough that the it'd wouldn't see, but at that angle you both perfectly could, and she pointed to the two of you before shaking her head and making a throat cutting motion, ‘Cut this shit out.’
She'd never had a problem with him sitting with you during the movie, or you arriving early to hang out and help, but disrupting the show was another thing entirely, and you knew he didn't want to have to give up being able to interact with you altogether if this would become a problem. You nodded, as did he, and she jabbed her thumb towards the couch, you had better get your ass back over there before the short ended. You needed to go, and with the screen down Simon was unable to see the way Fearless ran his thumb over the red spots on your neck as another apology. You stood up tall to give him a quick peck on the lips, his fangs pressed to your bottom lip, and he looked a little better as he let you go back to your seat once more. You sat back down with a sigh, the movie would be starting just after the ad read and the next bit, just a little longer, and Simon gave you about five seconds of grace before his hands were wrapped around your arm.
He wouldn't speak while the short was still going, it would disrupt the others, but he looked ready to explode after that display, he was always one for the dramatic too. Once the screen started to lift he turned on you, his eyebrows in his hairline as his mouth opened to silently ask, ‘What the hell was that?’ You shrugged, just the fancies of an old vampire, but he wouldn't be satisfied with that, and he pulled you close so he could whisper this time. ‘What'd he say to you up there?’ he needed to know as Fearless introduced Rachel so she could do the ad at long last, and you didn't miss the way that Fearless almost sank into his chair and tried not to watch you.
‘Just an apology for the sudden bit,’ you didn't lie, but that wouldn't be enough to placate him on a normal day so of course it wasn't enough after that very public display. ‘Alright, he just wanted to see if I was serious about sitting with us,’ you did lie, ‘he's got his own seat for the movie but he wanted to see if I was still for it before he sat down and made an ass of himself.’
‘Really? I'd assume that he'd stay even if you were just joking,’ he believed you at once, he had no reason to think you would lie to him, and you mentally bought him another bag of candy as well as dinner for keeping him in the dark in front of everyone else.
‘Yeah, me too.’
Rachel finished the bit and the camera came back to Fearless, who was taking another sip and looking very anxious to get this over with, he hadn't even been this restless to get back to you on your birthday. ‘What amazing deals, what astounding offers, imagine all the horrors you could consume with a year-round invitation,’ he flourished over the sponsorship for a horror-themed media app, he was so happy to get that one he'd relayed when he'd shared his password with you. ‘But now, speaking of horrors, it is time for the clock to strike, to start off our yearly Marathon of Madness, shall we count it down?’
He'd cut it close with his stunt, but thankfully he was down to the seconds again, Dani poised and ready with the sound of ticking as everyone in the it'd counted down to midnight, a loud gonging signaling the hour and the true start of October. This time you joined in, your voice so loud that Simon gave you a look, and you felt proud as Fearless bowed deep and walked over to the shelves of movies again.
‘Now, for the moment of the hour,’ he drawled as he reached for the first one, the white case completely white save for the printed off picture of the poster taped to the front. He spun it in order to see, and even though he already knew the answer he still chuckled evilly as he pulled out the fake tape that they'd move to the next box before tomorrow's show, the case put back into place with a final tap. ‘A wonderful start to a horrible month, as decided by you all once again, a film about the origins of fear, and what happens when it… escapes,’ he taunted as he inserted the tape, the static filling the room as a sound of insects shuttling filled the room, now was the time for everyone to stock up on their snacks before the opening ended, this was your chance since you hadn't before the show started, and you gave Fearless a slight nod as you got up and went to round the couch.
He followed behind, giving everyone space since Nyx would be over with the table and his own snacks from the locker while you were up, Simon already done with his candy and looking to get more. You'd hoped for a moment alone, but with him sticking to your side as you waited in line you just held it in, Fearless practically plastered to the wall to avoid holding you again. This sucked, you knew the risks and how much his privacy meant to him, it was why only a small amount of people knew who he really was, but to not be able to be with him because there was a chance Simon would see the real him, it just sucked. You took your chance when he attacked the popcorn maker as soon as it was free, Fearless taking those steps towards you when you hopped back towards him, and you kept your eyes on your friend as you both leaned in.
‘I'll give him the big speech on your privacy, but yeah, we really need to tell him,’ you said quickly, Fearless just nodding in serious agreement, his lips pursed over his fangs. ‘I thought it'd be okay to keep it up, but I'm not that good an actor, and I'd rather we tell him after the show when everyone's gone, than have him make a big scene and break the rules.’
‘I agree,’ Fearless replied without the accent, he was really serious, and you separated again to try and grab some of the leftover chocolate for yourself once Simon was satisfied with the amount of free popcorn in his paper bag.
‘That all you're getting?’ he asked, already digging in, and you looked over the spread that had been mostly devoured by a pack of gothic vultures before settling on a big bag of popcorn to share, it would give you a reason to be close before you could break the news. You juggled your candy and popcorn all the way back to the couch, the table finally in place directly in front of it with his wine waiting for him, and he waited until you'd sat down before taking the popcorn from you.
‘Allow me, my dear,’ he whispered, the movie had officially started so everyone was getting comfy, and Simon shot you both another look as you got comfortable yourself. It would be weird to not have him resting against you, or you against him, but you could sit normally, at least, you thought you could, until Fearless moved as close to you as he possibly could without outright cuddling you. Your cheeks heated as you shot a fast glance to Simon, but he was watching the movie, so you allowed it, his M&Ms coming out and handed to him as silently as you could manage. He mouthed you a thanks before taking out his fangs and having some, the two of you quickly becoming lost in one of his own personal favourites. You'd watched it a few times by now when he visited, but it was nice to watch it like this, and you quickly forgot that Simon was there as your body and mind became reacquainted with the rules of No Photos Allowed, his safety net. You rested against the arm when he went to lean on you, the popcorn on your lap and the two of you munching away, a second glass of nonalcoholic wine brought out for you when he motioned for a refill. You didn't even question it, just enjoyed the taste and his company, your arm moving to rest behind his back and subtly hold him by the waist as it always did.
When it was almost over you almost felt disappointed, you'd been to so many of these but you still had trouble remembering that you had to leave once the credits rolled, Fearless already stretching so that he could get back in front of the camera for his outro. He looked almost sleepy, like he'd really relaxed this time, and you couldn't help but yawn when he quickly hid his with a muffled noise on the other side of the screen. Finally it was over, the screen rising and the lights coming up one final time, everyone around you all showing signs of their own fatigue after their usual late night viewing.
‘Thank you for spending just a sliver of eternity with me, but now, I must send you back into the night, my children,’ Fearless told everyone after a very slow blink to rest his eyes a moment, but it worked in his favour. ‘You all know the way back to the safety of your world, the comfort of your beds, but be warned, for there are dark and evil things that lurk out there in the dark, past the warm fires my home has to offer you. Return to me again if you dare, and I shall see you here every time you come to call, the next time you face the darkness and everything that dwells inside it.’ He let out a loud laugh as thunder roared and snapped harshly, and he returned back to his coffin and closed it while the lights were dimmed. He gave it about 30 seconds before he reappeared from the right leading to the makeshift hallway behind the set, the lights lifted again so that everyone could gather their things and leave, and you started to head over to wish him another great show when Simon tugged at your sleeve.
‘Hey, should I tag you, or blur your face?’ he asked from behind you, and you slowly turned on your heel to see him holding up his phone in his other hand, his face bright with excitement.
‘What?’
‘I mean, it's a good pic, but if you'd rather not be on the subreddit-’
‘What did you do?’ Your hands reached for his phone, Simon stumbling back into another patron as he pulled on his coat, and he looked at the screen and frowned.
‘Hey, you know you're gunna get kicked out for that, right? Everyone knows you can't take pics of them, it's like, the one rule here other than the usual stuff,’ he let him know, Simon raising a brow in confusion as Fearless quickly noticed that something was wrong and hurried over. ‘He's coming, you'd better delete that if I were you.’
‘What're you-’ He didn't get a chance to finish when his phone was grabbed from his hand, Robbie the one to look it over with a very serious expression.
‘Delete this, right now, you're no longer allowed in the studio,’ she told him, your voice raising to get yourself back into the conversation, Fearless also trying to see what was happening when his face grew even paler under the makeup.
‘He didn't mean it, he will, Robbie, he won't do it again,’ you promised her, but she was Max's friend, not yours even after a year, and her face was very serious as she tried to navigate Simon's phone.
‘Fuck, people have already seen it, delete it,’ she ordered this time as she shoved it back into his hands, and he floundered a moment before you looked over the edge of the screen and saw what they saw; when Robbie had grabbed the phone she'd accidentally clicked to post it, and your face was now on his subreddit with Fearless practically falling asleep on your shoulder. It really was a nice photo, you wish you could keep it, but he'd done exactly as you feared as he quickly took the photo down, only for it to reappear again under someone else's account calling attention to who you might be.
‘Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't know this was a rule I just thought it was cute,’ he tried to explain, but the damage was done, and Fearless gave you a look of apology before hurrying for the safety of his dressing room.
‘Wait, I can fix this!’ you called after him, but Robbie stood in your way, the others following her lead even though they didn't look happy about it, they all knew how much you meant to him. ‘Please, we can message the account, or call for a takedown, or something, just let me talk to him-’
‘I'm not doing it to punish you, but your friend can't come back, you know how much this all means to him, if people recognize you they might find him out there,’ Robbie explained lowly while Dani escorted Simon out with Mariana's help, and you have the door he'd disappeared behind one last look before nodding in acceptance. You followed him out to his car, Simon apologizing the whole way there, but it wasn't until you got into the passenger seat next to him that you exploded. You started punching him in the arm, which he made noises to at first, but then he saw just how upset you were about it, and he just sat there and let you hit him until you were done.
‘You couldn't wait five fucking minutes,’ you tried not to sob, and when he asked what you meant you just hit him again. ‘Five minutes, you always do this, this is why we couldn't tell you…’
‘Tell me what?’ he asked slowly, but one look from you said it all. ‘Oh, oh shit, well… if you'd said something like, “hey, you're not allowed to take pictures of Dr. Fearless,” then maybe I wouldn't have-’ he tried to blame, but another punch shut that attempt up fast. ‘Yeah, I know, I'm just- I'm sorry, I was just so excited for you, I didn't know…’
‘Its fine, I'll text him tomorrow, just take care of those posts, please. I don't care about me, but he's worked so hard to keep these parts of him separate, if it's wasted because someone recognizes me-’ You didn't even want to think about it, or what might come next it he needed to cut some ties to go back into obscurity in public, and Simon understood entirely as he sighed and started the car.
‘I'll message the mods as soon as we get home.’
You weren't surprised when Max didn't reply to your texts, but Robbie did, and only for updates on the situation. She explained how she got your number, but it wouldn't have mattered either way, and you let her know what Simon had told you before you ran to work. He'd messaged the mods taking care of the subreddit about the situation, how that picture was to be kept private by request if Dr. Fearless himself, but until they got proof they were assuming that it was actually fake, and, while not savoury at all in that regard, wasn't technically against the rules. Robbie had to step in herself, since she was the public face of the show behind the scenes, and once it was confirmed that Fearless really was dating, it all went to hell.
The picture had been banned from reddit, but that only meant that his tags were blowing up elsewhere, too many accounts to message as everyone wondered and made guesses as to who you were. His streams were filled with comments about it, which he didn't see because he was in front of the camera, how he still went on you didn't know, because he wasn't answering you. You knew he wasn't mad, Robbie at least gave you that much, but he needed time to think about what to do now that you were being hunted all over town.
You had to obscure your face when you were out and about, avoid his café at all costs, try to not stand out in your normal clothes in case a local fan who didn't attend the shows and didn't know the rules saw you. You had only a few close calls, thanks to not being the most popular horror host it wasn't like you were actively hiding in trenchcoats and behind newspapers, but there were still some people who went to their phones to double check when they saw you waiting in line or walking around getting groceries, and you had to play it super cool and put on your best poker face if they actually had the nerve to ask; you didn't know if it was actually working, the photo had been taken at such an awkward angle so that Simon could get the both of you in frame without you seeing, but so far you hadn't have the photo shoved in your face yet so that had to mean something.
You gave Max as much space as he needed, keeping to texting only just to make sure he was okay, you wouldn't call or go to his shows in case he was still deciding on what to do, but you couldn't leave him entirely alone either. After a year of him leaving you lovesick messages as Fearless to wake up to, of spending night after night cuddling with you on your couch watching all sorts of horror things that he wanted to share either you, of sneaking dinner dates where the usual audience would never go and recognize you, you didn't know how to handle all the silence. It was back to the way your life was before, by all accounts you should be used to it again, but you just couldn't get used to no good mornings from him on your phone, to staying up late working behind the scenes or going to his shows, especially during his favourite time of the year.
You still went to the streams, and you had to hide the chat when the comments got downright nasty over more gossip about your relationship, Robbie wasn't fast enough to ban all of them and keep track of the show at the same time.
With the first week of October over and seven movies now sporting titles on his set, you knew you couldn't spend the rest of the month like this. You donned your best disguise in the form of a costume and made your way to the show, but as soon as you got there you saw that the place was packed, a line going out the door while people were actually being vetted inside to make sure they wouldn't cause any trouble. No one used to care before, only the most dedicated took the time to come to the shows, and they all got to go inside as soon as they arrived because the crew knew they'd still follow the rules, but as you sat in your car you saw so many turned away when they wouldn't hand in their phone until the stream was over.
They probably wanted to be the next to get a photo of you with him and become some kind of famous from it, you couldn't hide from them here, you couldn't see him with them around. You waited until even more cars pulled up before leaving, and you sent him a text apologizing, you never wanted to cause all this; he didn't answer, he was getting ready, he wouldn't be able to respond until a couple hours later, but you still felt that silence all the way home and through the stream from the safety of your couch.
The second week of October went pretty much the same, with you watching the streams at home and never missing a single one. He never got around to texting you, but your phone did let you know he was at least reading them, so you wouldn't give up hope that things were over because of all this, he'd have said something by now when you kept texting, wouldn't he? It made you so anxious that you couldn't finish the stream, and the viewer count went down by one before he could finish announcing the movie of the night.
You tried to see him again on a weekday, people were always less likely to go out when they had work or school the next day, but even though the crowd was normal, you found yourself frozen in your seat when you got ready to turn off the engine. It almost felt like fear, like if you went in then he'd have Robbie break the news to you even though everyone had done as much damage control as they could, this gossip couldn't last forever. Still, you didn't want to risk it, and you locked eyes with Mariana as you drove past to head back home again.
You spent that night curled up in bed, your sleep schedule should be thrilled to not be up til 2AM the past two weeks, but your insomnia was being caused by grief, not by horror movie overload. You had no idea what to do to fix this until it slowed down on its own, and you checked the subreddit to see if it was still being monitored. It was, the picture was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't stop everyone from talking about it, how they stopped in but hadn't seen you, how he'd been enjoying the movies from his chair on the other side of the screen instead of with the audience. You didn't like the sound of that at all, that he didn't feel comfortable enough to be near everyone to join them, and you made up your mind to not be a coward and check up on him probably that weekend, the crowd be damned.
You touched base with Simon when you got home from work on Friday, another thing that was a long time coming seeing as he'd been avoiding you for all this. You weren't angry or upset with him anymore, you'd gotten your punches in, and when you saw him heading towards you from down the hallway, also on his way home, you just motioned for him to come inside. he let out such a loud gulp that it was almost comical, but you knew he was just nervous, and when the door was shut you took off your coat and suggested he do the same.
‘I've been keeping an eye on the streams,’ you told him as you emptied your pockets and stepped out of your shoes, you had plenty of hours before the show and since you didn't know where he lived yet you couldn't exactly meet up with him until then. ‘People keep trying to guess who I am, where I work, if they've seen us out together recently, which they haven't, we- we haven't spoken since the 1st.’
‘I'm so sorry, if you'd told me I never would've-’
‘I know, I'm not mad anymore,’ you interrupted, you didn't call him over to lecture, ‘and I need to see him again, but… I'm scared, I'm terrified that he won't want to see me anymore because of this, and I can't keep waiting around here for him to text me back.’
‘Whoa, so you two really are a thing, aren't you? He seriously won you over with all that talk?’ he asked in disbelief, he'd been there to see all Your reactions that first night, and you loved him in the eye and sadly nodded. ‘I can't believe it, so I got you two together in a way, didn't I? Shit, that means I also might've broken you up- I won't quit until this is fixed, okay? I fucked up, like majorly fucked up, I was so excited to show off that I was friends with the one he was sitting next to that I didn't even think about anything other than the likes, and I'll keep trying to make that up to you no matter what.’
‘I know, that's why I need your help,’ you told him, and he stood at attention to await his orders. ‘I can't go back on my own, I keep running away because I'm too afraid of what might happen, so- so I need you to get me back there, before the crowds start showing up and I lose my chance, can you do that for me?’
‘Hell, I'd do anything for you after all that, I've been all over his tags across every platform I can think of trying to get the picture taken down every time it shows up again, at least publicly; I got kicked from his discord the second I tried to plead my case, that place really needs better mods,’ he admitted, and you remembered exactly why he was your best friend despite the damage he'd caused. ‘Anyway, I think I got them all, but I don't get it, everyone knows who Robbie is and no one gives a shit, no offense to her, what's the big deal with him?’
You thought back to all the talks you'd had with him over it, saw the way his face would fall whenever he spoke about the way it'd gone before, and you knew you couldn't tell him that without him. ‘He's got his reasons,’ was all you could say, and when Simon saw your own serious face he knew better than to press, ‘that's why I never told you, only the crew knows who he really is, what he looks like without all the makeup, what his name is; all of it was trusted to me when I came back to see him again, but only after I proved to him that I wanted to know who he was on a personal level, it took me weeks- It wasn't like we didn't trust you, it's just that-’
‘No, I get it, I doubt he's secretly Vincent Price under there, or some high profile guy, but I can get wanting to not have a bunch of strangers just knowing who I am, yeah, that- that actually feels awful and weird to think about, I get it,’ he shivered, but as long as he did get it then you wouldn't have to explain the rest against Max's will. ‘So what's the plan here, we just drive over before 10 and wait by the door?’
‘I know where the backdoor is, he always goes in that way, I never got a key for myself but that's the way everyone else will go in too, so one of them will let us in if he really hasn't told them all that it's over,’ you thought aloud, your anxiety already starting to come back at the thought of seeing him again, which Simon quickly caught on to and quelled with a comforting hand on your shoulder. ‘Thanks, we've still got a few hours, do you think I should dress up again or just go as myself?’
He looked you over several times before settling on, ‘Both, dress up in the way you want, not me and not him,’ his smile enough to make you feel a little more confident before you sucked in a deep breath of acceptance.
‘Alright, I'm gunna grab a shower if you wanna eat anything, I don't think I'll be able to stomach a thing,’ you didn't lie because it was very much the truth, and when he left you and you faced yourself in the bathroom mirror, you saw how incredibly clammy you looked. You looked near death already, if Max saw you like this he’d probably faint from the sudden blood rush to his face, and the thought of it made you smile long enough to have the strength to wash your face. You had a quick shower that was half cleaning, half standing under the water and dreading tonight, but with Simon there with you this time there was no way you’d back out again, it was time to figure out what your future was going to hold.
It felt so heavy as you got dressed in the clothes you’d picked out together, the ones you liked but hadn’t been sure you could pull off, but the way he’d looked at you when you’d modeled them had been enough to bust out your wallet. You had hoped for months that you could do it again, only this time you’d be picking out a costume for you to wear during the show. It was still up in the air, you still wanted to be a part of everything, you still wanted to be with him even though dating the cute and weird vampire host of a midnight stream would eventually equal you feeling like you were dating the king of some gothic country or something.
That was a stretch, by now you were already starting to be old news based off the lessening amounts of posts you were doomscrolling over, but still, it felt like that. You finished getting ready, a bit of eyeliner to tie it all together since there was no time to do your nails and not have it all chipped off again by 11, and you met Simon at his door and headed out together. Your hands were positively shaking, there was still a good hour before anyone would be there even if you took the longest possible route and hit all the red lights, but he was there by your side the whole way. He drove slow, let you try and relax without bombarding you with all the questions that were surely eating him up inside, seeing as he was a fan of the show way before he’d ever signed you up for that contest.
When you reached the plaza you directed him to the back, showed him where the backdoor was hidden so no one would ever think to sneak in with how unassuming it was. It wasn't hard to guess, but there was a trick to it you’d learned, because this part of the building was actually different from the others; the door inside led next door, the section of strip dedicated to their studio sporting just a blank wall, and you noted that there were no other cars there yet as you parked in a staff spot you knew would be empty and just waited. You were glad you didn’t do your nails before you were picking like crazy in anticipation, so much so that Simon eventually took your hand and just held it, and it helped until the first car finally showed.
It was Robbie and Mariana, they always came first to start getting ready, and the latter unlocked and held open the door so that Robbie could carry in a large stack of boxes; for as strong as she was, it was too much for even her to handle, and you couldn’t help but rush out to try and catch the boxes when she hit the curb wrong and everything tilted too far to the side. ‘I got it!’ you called out as cardboard hit you square in the nose, but you were right, you’d gotten there just in time, Simon jogging over to help before you also went down, and Robbie looked ready to thank you when she noticed who was coming to your rescue.
‘I don’t think you should be here,’ she said seriously as Mariana propped open the door in order to help her girlfriend, but her voice didn’t sound like she was still mad, just sad, ‘and you’re supposed to be banned.’
‘Yeah, hi, Simon, longtime fan,’ he ignored her in order to go to shake her hand instead, and her eyebrow raised up so high that he instantly withdrew.
‘I just wanna see him, I swear, he hasn’t been answering my texts,’ you explained as everyone helped bring everything inside, you missed this place so much, the smell of all the decorations instantly making you feel nostalgic for childhood wonder that he’d brought out of you again.
‘There’s a reason for that,’ Robbie muttered, but Mariana, who was usually so quiet and the smallest of the four of you, still seemed to have her girlfriend on a leash when she gently hit her arm and got her to stop.
‘I keep seeing you in the parking lot, you stopped coming around,’ she frowned sadly, like she’d also missed your presence, or what this place had been like before the photo was taken, because something felt off you slowly noticed when you all started unboxing things, even Simon.
‘I haven’t had the courage to-’ you started to say, but then you heard it, footsteps, and your head lifted just in time to see Max come around the corner. He was in the process of taking off his jacket, his black beanie pulled down over his ears and his nose so red, he loved the fall but he was terrible with the cold, it was another thing you loved about him. He took one look at you, his eyes widening and his mouth slightly parting in surprise, before he noticed that a new face was there, and he quickly hid his face and ducked into his dressing room to hide.
‘Wait,’ you called after him, Robbie holding out her arm to stop you, she was somehow taller than Max so you didn’t doubt that if she wanted she could carry you right back out to your car, but one touch from Mariana was enough to get her to lower it again.
‘Do it quick, before the others get in,’ she conceded, and you nodded and turned to Simon for a bit of encouragement when you noticed that his eyes were also wide, his cheeks flushed.
‘What?’ you asked, and he tried to shake it off but couldn’t.
‘Fearless is hot,’ he just gaped, and you left him there with a sigh before hurrying for the dressing room. The door wasn't locked, whether it was because he trusted Simon wouldn’t break in or because he wanted you to follow, you didn’t know, but he was already sitting in his chair and staring at his reflection when you walked in.
‘It’s been a while,’ was all he could say when nothing came out for the longest time, and when your own reply wouldn’t form, you just nodded.
‘Yeah.’
‘You’ve been texting me a lot,’ he continued as he went for his makeup, his fangs in a little box next to his brushes so they’d stay safe and he wouldn’t forget them at home.
‘I-I didn’t know what to say if I called,’ you admitted, and he hesitated a moment before opening up his makeup. ‘Listen, I didn’t know he’d do that, we’ve spent all month trying to fix it-’
‘I know, Robbie’s been working hard the past couple weeks,’ he just said as he covered his face in white, practiced hands applying it all evenly after many years of doing this nightly.
‘Right, Simon’s been messaging people all over your community, getting things under control, so…’
‘Did you come here to break up with me, or to just get him unbanned so you can stop coming in?’ he interrupted so calmly that he didn’t even blink when he said it, a red pencil coming out to draw on his scar.
‘What?’ you asked, and his eyes flicked over to your reflection for a second before getting back to it. ‘No, no of course not, I- Why would you ask me that?’
‘You haven’t been coming around, or calling, I just figured that… it was like last time,’ he explained once his scar was done, and he picked up his black makeup before you slapped it out of his hand and back onto the table.
‘Max, I wasn't coming around because you weren’t answering me, I thought that you wanted to break up with me for everything I caused!’ you nearly broke down, and all it took was one glance to your sad eyes before he was spinning in his chair to face you.
‘I was terrified of it happening again, alright?’ he moaned as he tried to do damage control, you couldn’t keep it together when you were now really thinking of him wanting to leave you. ‘Not after the way she left when they thought they found her, how they started harassing her because she wasn't like me- I didn’t want to talk to you and find out that you wanted out, that they were doing the same to you, I love horror and scary things but I couldn’t bear the thought of being brave enough to beg you to stay if my own fans were hurting you, I-’ He stopped and you both looked at each other a moment, and you saw that he was tearing up when a single line was smudged down his cheek.
‘You- you didn’t wanna dump me? Even though I caused so much trouble for you?’ you needed to confirm, and he stood up to his full height and towered over you, his hands ever gentle on your arms.
‘It wasn't your fault, we both decided to keep it secret, and that included not telling him the rules,’ he told you sternly even though his face was so dramatically painted already, ‘it was never your fault, I was never angry, I was just… It scared me, to have myself out there again, it’s why I’ve kept it all separate all these years, but it scared me even more to think about you getting harassed out there, just for loving me.’
You threw yourself into his arms, and he let out a shuddering breath of relief before holding you so tightly back. ‘I’m dating a celebrity, it wouldn’t be real if I wasn't getting talked about online alongside you,’ you said into his shirt, and you knew you’d have to have him fix your hair when he pressed his cheek hard against your head. ‘I missed coming here and getting to spend the night with you, after all those hours spent working on the poll, too, it’s just not the same watching from my couch.’
‘Yeah, sitting up there without you was probably the loneliest thing I’ve ever had to do,’ his muffled voice came from above, ‘the past two weeks sucked.’
‘Is that a vampire pun, my dear Doctor?’ you asked with a slight smile, and you could feel the change in the air as he pulled back and wiggled his eyebrows at you.
‘It could very well me, my lovely leech,’ he flirted as Fearless, his makeup half applied and smudged, his fangs and wig still on the table; he was a mess, but he was still your mess, and you smudged his makeup more by grabbing him by the cheeks and pulling him down into a kiss. ‘Now- ha, now I gotta start over,’ he flushed deeply just from that, and you led him back to his chair and lightly pushed him into it.
He fell easily with a bounce, and you grabbed the makeup wipes and waggled your eyebrows at him as you held the first one up. ‘I can help take it all off,’ you teased, and he shut his eyes tight so you could get to work, his entire body stiff. You admired him a moment before giving him a softer kiss, and he melted into it until he was relaxed enough to let you clean him up. When you were done he went right back to applying it all over again, only this time he had you sitting next you like you always should’ve been, and he kept stealing so many glances that he nearly messed up again. ‘Eyes on the mirror, Mr. Vampire,’ you directed, and he grabbed his fangs and popped them into place for the night.
‘That’s Doctor Vampire,’ he reminded you in The Voice, ‘I didn’t get thrown from medical school to be called mister.’
‘Oh, is that your lore?’ you chuckled as he put on his wig next, and he fiddled with stray hairs before Fearless was sitting there in Max’s place once more.
‘I have many lives to share, you’ll have to ask about them sometime, I have lived for over 300 years, you know,’ he said mysteriously as he stood and went for his cape, and you couldn’t love anyone more than you loved the monster standing before you.
‘I want to hear about every single year,’ you told him so fondly that he baulked again, he was also so weak against the soft way you’d speak to him instead of laughing at all this, and he picked at his own black nail polish a moment as a blush tried to peek past all the makeup.
‘We’ll make a date of it, then,’ he smiled nervously, and you stood up with a smile of your own to adjust his pendant.
‘It’s a date,’ you agreed, and you were in the middle of going to kiss him again when a knock came to the door.
‘We just wanted to make sure everything was okay in here,’ Robbie announced as she opened it, and you saw the entire crew plus Simon duck out of view to quickly pretend like they hadn’t all been listening with their ears to the door.
‘It’s fangtastically perfect in here,’ Fearless boasted to her, but softened again when she looked between you two with a caring gaze, she really was his best friend and just wanted the best for him.
‘Good.’
She left again, but before the door could close Simon forced his way inside, several pairs of hands trying to stop him before he yanked himself free and shut the door. ‘Uh, hey, Simon,’ he introduced himself a second time, and Fearless looked him over in silence, ‘yeah, I’m the one that nearly fucked up this whole thing, sorry about that; I’ve just known them practically my whole life, I was freaking out seeing you guys sit together, do your whole thing, I just thought it was a bit, I never would’ve guessed-’
‘Hey, it’s fine, I get it,’ Fearless told him as he held out his hand, and Simon looked just as starstruck as he did the night you all met, ‘I take it they’ve gone over why we had to be so secretive?’
‘A little, I didn’t wanna push,’ Simon admitted with an awkward rub to his neck, and Fearless gave you a look before you both wordlessly came to the decision that it was time.
‘It was for my privacy, but these past few weeks I’ve come to see that I was taking it even more seriously than before because of them,’ Fearless explain, your hand taken in his and he slotted you against him. ‘I’ve always kept these parts of my life private, only my friends here know my name, what I do outside of this, who I am outside of this, because I’ve always had trouble keeping both parts of me in harmony; my coworkers at my day job don’t know, because in the past I’ve had them try and use me to promote our work, or their own things. I’ve lost partners who meet me out there and don’t get all this, and are… embarrassed of me, what I do. I’ve kept them separate since the first couple years of doing this, until I met you.’
He said that part to you, and you looked up at him with your eyes full of wonder at this creature of the night trusting you so entirely. ‘It was never that we didn’t want you to know, it’s just never been like Robbie, who takes care of all the business sides of things, she’s never cared and people never pried the way people do with him,’ you continued for him, Simon listening intently. ‘We were going to tell you that night, at least that we were dating, because we were tired of hiding it, but-’
‘But then I went and posted it all online for everyone to see, yeah,’ Simon finished in regret, but neither of you chastised him again, he’d been working his ass off for the two of you. ‘Thanks for telling me, I take it I still don’t get to know the man behind the mask- uh, makeup, yet though?’ he confirmed, and you exchanged another look before Fearless bit his button lip with his fangs.
‘Max,’ he introduced himself, ‘you already saw my face, not much else I can hide from you, apart from where I work.’
‘You could always tell him where you live, let me hear it too,’ you tried to tease again, but there was a hint of longing for that information, and the room went silent when Fearless didn’t laugh.
‘I’d rather show you, tonight, if you want,’ he said instead, and you felt your heart pound so hard that Simon picked up on the vibes you both were starting to put out and started to back towards the door.
‘I’m very happy for you, but it’s like quarter to 11,’ he reminded you, and you quickly broke apart before those fangs found your neck again after such a big development made all the blood rush to your face.
‘Thanks, I just need to go over the script for tonight with Robbie, but feel free to claim the couch for us tonight,’ he told you hurriedly as he went back to the mirror to make sure that he still looked good, ‘oh, and SImon, thanks to you, a ton of new people have been coming to the weekend shows instead of just catching the stream, and we’ve had a really big influx of tips from everyone who felt bad about the leak, so… thank you for all the patronage,’ he revealed, Simon practically glowing in the doorway until you shoved him out of it and back into the studio.
‘He thanked me for my patronage, people never get shoutouts for tipping outside of the credits, it ruins the flow,’ he beamed proudly as you led him over to the candy tables, heads already turning when they noticed that you were back again. You got a few welcomes from complete strangers who’d noticed your absence, and you thanked them a little nervously as new faces started to whisper, hands pointed your way when they noticed you looked familiar. You felt the heat crawl up your neck, but you wouldn’t leave him for this, this just came with the territory, and you held your head high instead of hiding as you prepared your feast for the night, you were starving now that the nerves were ebbing again.
Fearless was extra energetic that night as he put his full self on display and presented the shorts and movie for the night, everyone feeling the change in him now that everything had been cleared up. Phones were still kept at the front, but he didn’t shy away from sitting with you again - without practically falling asleep on your shoulder this time - while The Exorcist played in front of you, and you didn’t realize how tense you’d been all month until you let out a breath and felt his hand find yours in the dark. You ended up catching a ride with him when the show was over, Simon giving you two big thumbs out before racing for his car before the crowd had him trapped in the back lot, and you waited patiently, albeit anxiously, for Max to clean himself up and be ready to go.
‘Uh, you wanna grab a bite to eat? I skipped dinner tonight,’ was the first thing he said as soon as you got into his car like it was the first time, and after a pitstop made up of way too much fast food bought way too late to consume, you drove for only 15 minutes until you reached the most unassuming bungalow in existence.
‘I did not know what to expect,’ you blurted out when you looked at how plain his yard was, his neighbours all decorated for Halloween without him, ‘I mean, is everything back at the studio?’
‘I, uh, I don’t usually decorate, I leave it all for the show,’ he blushed without looking at you, he was already getting embarrassed at taking this step with you, and you reached over the console to find his hand in the dark this time.
‘Hey, we’re okay, I wanna be here,’ you reminded him gently, and he took in a few calming breaths before unlocking the doors. He led you to the front door, a single fake pumpkin with a battery candle waiting on the sill, and you stared at it as he fumbled unlocking his door so hard that he dropped his keys. You didn’t laugh, and when he got it he stepped aside and allowed you to peek inside before you could go in, like he was still giving you an out even though you’d made it this far. ‘Now this is more like you,’ you gushed as you hurried in the moment you saw the first framed poster of Dracula hanging on his wall, and your eyes and mouth opened wide in awe as you took in his true love for all things horror all around you.
While the outside had been like any other house, the inside was pretty much a fancier version of the set, with movie memorabilia and merchandise and collectables spread everywhere there was space. He had a massive collection of movies organized by title, and you weren't surprised to see collector’s editions of his favourites separate and on display while normal versions sat with the others. He had figurines galore of the classic monsters, lots of dramatic candles placed alongside the decorations he didn’t put outside, and it felt so familiar and just like him as you turned to find him shying away from you.
It was too much, he must’ve been thinking, it wasn't normal to be his age and have such a big collection on top of his job, he was too much, he needed to grow up. You could read it all on his face as he took his sweet time shrugging off his coat, and you picked up the tiny Dracula off his shelf and brought it over. ‘I love it all,’ you reassured him as you got the tiny vampire to wave at him, ‘I really do, I love all of you, Max.’
He smiled in such relief that it tugged at your heart, and it took you several hours before you finally got off the couch and out of his arms to learn that his bedroom/office held all the really expensive collectables.
The rest of October flew by in the best way, starting with waking up in his bed for the first time instead of your own. You were crazy about him, you fawned as you stared at his sleeping face and wished his hair was really long enough to brush out of his eyes. Thanks to everything getting cleared up, and also learning where he lived at long last, you weren’t afraid to go back to the studio again, your hands itching to help again. Now that things were back to normal your plan had leapt back into the forefront of your mind, it might be easier to deal with the gossip if you became a normal part of the crew and took a few pages from the others’ books and learned to just not care.
You felt invigorated the closer it got to Halloween, your desire to be a permanent part of this in any way having you practically buzz as you met Max at the back, kissed him hello, and headed inside together whenever you had time. You still had to figure out how to pitch it to him, maybe it’d be weird to not only date but to work together, maybe you should ask Mariana how she went about it as the producer’s girlfriend, but to say that out loud would make it real and you’d get too overwhelmed to say anything. So you stopped by on the nights you could, helped out if it was needed, watched the streams if you were too tired or were swamped with work. All the while Max constantly looked like he wanted to ask you a question, but each time you tried to get him to say it, he’d say something and look mad at himself for the next ten minutes without fail.
It was the 30th, tomorrow was the big night, you couldn’t miss either, and you pulled up to find that everyone was earlier than usual, movement already happening behind the glass. You gave a knock and was let in before the decorating continued, it was picking up for these final two nights with candle batteries getting replaced and fake webs getting thicker over the walls. You trailed your hand through the streamers and fishing wire strung up in the hallway before reaching the studio, Dani testing out the lights to find the one that seemed to be flickering, because Rachel was walking around with a lightbulb and a ladder.
‘Hey, he’s freaking out over tonight, you might wanna grab him some candy,’ Nyx let you know as she stood there not helping, just watching, and you frowned and went to go to him when a hand stopped you. ‘He’s fine, but we heard that a local goth site wants to do a quick article on all this tonight so it can go up tomorrow, get more people in here for the Halloween finale.’
‘I don’t think I’ve seen you guys allow any journalists in here before,’ you thought aloud, your eyes still trained on the door, and she took a sip of the soda she was holding as Dani instructed Rachel to head up because he for sure found the right one this time, he swore.
‘Not typically, we set dates to meet up before the show, but they wanna help sponsor us in the new year, donate some candy and decorations, get a slot in the ad read, stuff like that, so they wanna see all this live; been a while since we had one of those, you guys really brought more attention to us,’ she said flatly, but she wasn't bored or uninterested, it was just the way she talked.
‘Wow,’ you just said as you thought about needing to be on your best behaviour because otherwise you’d end up on a whole new site if you weren't careful this time, and she glanced at you and gave you a small pat on the arm.
‘It’ll be fine, go grab him something purple, it’ll calm his nerves,’ she instructed as the ladder gave a tip, and she walked calmly over to steady it so that Rachel could fix the bulb after the lights temporarily blinded her to double check that she was in the right place. You headed back out to find something purple, your own nerves building as you filled your basket with way too many sweets, and when you returned you found the place with a line again, the new crowd was back again for this. It made you nervous but you wouldn’t be able to get anyone’s attention to unlock the back for you now, and you awkwardly cut the line and headed right past Mariana and Robbie, we were letting in the usuals and taking the phones of the new people.
‘Hey, how come they get to cut? You didn’t even look!’ someone yelled from outside, and you hunched up and tried to disappear into the fog with your bag of sweets. The place was so packed that they’d brought out a bunch of new chairs, your couch sporting a small RESERVED sign, and you went to sit down when a very dressed up goth snuck in and sat down first.
‘Sorry, this one’s taken,’ she announced as she got out her phone, her bag covered in patches that held the title of a website, she was the journalist.
‘It’s usually mine,’ you said before you could stop yourself, and she looked up through very full lashes to glance you over just once.
‘I’m here on business, sit somewhere else for the night,’ she told you before going back to her phone and snapping a few photos, and you pursed your lips and thought about grabbing your chair from the set when Robbie pulled you aside.
‘He’s going to be interviewing her in a segment tonight, we made another space for you guys,’ she hissed under her breath, more strangers coming in and eyeing Fearless’ grand chair that he usually sat in, a few of them going to take pictures in it before remembering they didn’t have their phones. ‘He’s nervous about tonight, we’ve never done it like this before, support him this weekend, okay?’
‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ you blinked at her before heading for the secondary reserved seat next to his, everyone already swarming when they saw you remove the card in order to sit down.
‘You a VIP or something?’ one of them asked, and you just shrugged and kept your eyes on the front.
‘Nah, that’s Fearless’ partner, Lord Dullahan,’ another told him, and you flinched and couldn’t help but look up, ‘that’s you, right? The winner from last year who nearly gave the guy a boner on stream?’
‘We were acting,’ you said through your teeth, but that confirmation that it was you had more people surrounding you, wanting to know how it all went, what it was like, they’d been trying to win for years but had yet to. ‘I guess I’m just lucky,’ you shrugged again, Fearless’ candy held over your lap while your foot bounced and made it all jostle.
Eventually they gave up and found some seats when the lights started to dim, it was almost time, and you saw Fearless finally leave his dressing room in order to meet with his guest. She stood up to shake his hand as he and Robbie likely explained how tonight was going to go, her head bobbing as she nodded and took it all in, if you were in your usual seat you could hear, and you chewed your lip and tried not to hold the candy too tight so it wouldn’t melt under your body heat. When the fog machine came on they split up, Robbie heading for the booth and Fearless heading for the hallway, but he took a second to gaze over the crowd until he found you, and you blew him a kiss behind everyone’s backs.
He smiled wide and disappeared from view, the lights dimming over the set and the fireplace coming to life, it was beginning, and you placed his candy on his seat to wait for him as his voice drifted over the speakers. ‘Good evening, Boils and Ghouls, my Fiendish Freaks who dare dredge these long, cold nights with the Creatures of the Dark for any glimmer of light. Once again, it is I, your horrid host of the evening, Dr. Fearless, and I thank you all for joining me,’ he recited mysteriously as always as he came out of his coffin, his eyes going to you again before he forced himself to look at the camera. ‘Tonight, I have a treat for you all before the tricks, a new soul to introduce to my collection, someone who wandered into my castle and never left, even when I tried to free them.’
You could see the guest stand and get ready to come on stage, and he looked at her before going over to the matching chair across from his and placing his hands over the top.
‘A creature so haunting, a presence so strong that it never truly left us, the claw marks left upon my heart still bleeding to this day, and so, I call to it willingly, beg it to come forth and join me for tonight,’ he kept going, but just as she was about to take her cue, he reached out and locked eyes with you. ‘Lord Dullahan, the one who stole my heart, this seat is only for you.’
Your heart skipped a beat as everyone in the audience turned to look at you, the crew doing so in shock, they hadn’t expected this, and he motioned for you to come again before you felt yourself drawn to him. You left his candy behind as you walked around the crowd, everyone whispering about your surprise cameo return as he beckoned you silently over and over, the real guest silent and just as confused when you passed her. You reached for his hand and he took it before dipping you down, and he admired your neck as he trailed a painted nail over the place where he’d bitten you, both in pretend and for real.
‘Only you belong up here with me for all eternity, I knew it the moment my fangs pierced your skin and I was able to drink such nectar of the gods one year ago,’ he told you as he held you in that dip, your knees shaking not just from the effort.
‘What are you doing?’ you hissed as quietly as you could, and he glanced down at your lips before licking his own.
‘You belong to me, my dear Dullahan, just as I have belonged to you these long nights, no one else could claim this old monster’s heart the way you can,’ he didn’t answer you, and you heard Robbie exit the booth in order to try and get him to answer her, his eyes going to her before falling back to you. ‘Because of that, I think this castle is too empty on my own, my coffin too large without another body pressed against my own, night after night. Ah, to imagine being trapped in the dark with our hearts beating as one, to think of you out there without me, you need not search for refuge from the dark any longer, my Lord, I grant you entrance to my home forevermore.’
‘Fearless…’ you gasped when he let you stand, and he dropped down to one knee in a bow, both hands still holding yours.
‘Stay by my side, keep the fire going while I hide from the sun’s warm embrace, protect this place alongside me so that the other creatures of the dark may keep coming,’ he begged of you, and you looked to the camera and to Robbie before settling back to him. ‘Be mine,’ he asked of you, and you glanced at the empty chair only for him to nod, he’d been thinking the exact same thing as you all this time, only bigger, grander, he wanted you to co-host with him, not just be a part of his crew.
‘No one else is allowed to have you, Master,’ you told him as you gripped his hands with your own and hunched down to look him in the eye, Dani fast as always and nailing the thunder cue, and Fearless genuinely smiled as he stood in order to help you sit.
‘I expect these nights will be a lot less lonely,’ he flirted openly as he took you by the waist, the usuals very used to this display as the new crowd ate it all up like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing, ‘I cannot wait to wake to you every night, I have plenty of room.’ your eyes widened, was he asking you to move in with him with this? ‘But first, we need to help you find your head, my servant shall-’
He didn’t get a chance to finish, your hands grabbing him by the jaw as you brought him down to your level, and you heard the guest’s camera go over as you finally bit him back; his jaw went slack as his eyes widened, his hands gripping your arms so tight, and you felt him swallow under your mouth before you pulled away. ‘You are mine, my dear Doctor,’ you told him just loud enough for him to hear, and it knocked him on his ass so hard that he finally broke character.
‘Holy shit,’ he gasped out loud in his normal voice, everyone stunned for a moment at the sound of his lack of accent, and he tried to straighten himself out but he couldn’t, not this time. ‘Uh, I- shit, I-’ he floundered for the first time, his neck red where you’d bit him, and he actually looked at the audience before taking a step away from you. ‘I have an announcement, for the future of this show, and I want you all to hear it, from me,’ he told everyone, the murmurs already starting and the guest sitting down when it was clear she wasn't about to be called over just yet. ‘I wanted to say something about the way my community has been acting, and how it nearly scared me from making this show after so many years.
‘Yes, I’m in a relationship with this wonderful person next to me, I love them so much that it scared me to see the way some of you were reacting towards just one leaked photo. I never wanted that for them, but I was also too afraid to be the one to say it.’ He took out his fangs so he could talk easier, and you asked him again what he was doing as Robbie walked up just out of frame. ‘The kind of behaviour is unacceptable, I know I’ve let Robbie handle all of it, she’s really incredible at that kinda stuff, but not anymore. I want to be able to be with them out there, not just in here, and I’m not going to be afraid to do it no matter where we go.’
He then took off his wig, and he held it so hard you had to take it from him before he wrecked it, your hands moving on their own because your voice wouldn’t come out.
‘This is who I am, I’m a real person at the end of the night, so are they, so are my friends. If you guys really like what we’re doing here, then please respect us as people, not just as Dr. Fearless and the nameless people who work for him, otherwise this can’t continue,’ he asked of all the people in front of him, and it was like a light was going on in a lot of their heads based on their expressions, although some of them looked very unimpressed and actually got up to leave. ‘Tha-that’s all I have to say, after a quick break we’ll get back to it, so in the meantime please help yourselves to the provided snacks, and we’ll be back in 20.’
‘Fearless,’ you called softly for him as he hurried back to the safety of his room when more people left, you could hear them talking about how the show was going downhill for months now, and you glared at them before rushing after him. ‘Max, you didn’t have to do that for me.’
‘I did it for me,’ he stuttered as he sat in front of the mirror, his hands shaking so hard that he couldn’t control them. ‘Fuck, I showed my face, they’ll find me, they’ll-’
‘Your face has always been out there, they were just seeing your real hair for the first time,’ you tried to calm him, his eyes so watery from the sheer nerves of it all, ‘if they really love you like I do- well, like Simon does, then they’ll listen to you, because you’re the one saying it, okay?’
‘I don’t know how to deal with it out there, what’ll I do if I cause trouble at work because of this?’ he was panicking, and you hushed him and held him from the side without touching his face, even though you really wanted to kiss his cheek.
‘I’m sure they’ll love going to your café, you do make great sandwiches,’ you hummed, and he sniffed and held you back.
‘Best goth-themed coffee in town,’ he attempted, and you nodded and kissed his shoulder.
‘And no matter what, I’ll always be by your side through it all, kinda hard to break up with you now after biting you like that in public,’ you reminded him with a sly grin, and he gulped again and tried to hide his neck from you.
‘I- I wouldn’t mind if- if you tried it again, later,’ he suggested even though his voice was wavering, ‘I have some spare costumes, if you-’‘You really are a fiend, aren’t you?’ you smirked hard enough to make him flush, and you risked a kiss before standing. ‘I dunno if I can go on camera tonight, it’s too sudden, but tomorrow, I think I can manage, if you can get through the rest of tonight without me?’ you offered, and he nodded with new energy before taking back his wig and placing it on his head.
Despite the rough start, the rest of the show went off without a hitch, even if it ran a little longer than usual. Robbie gave him a thorough talking to for that, but since they were both adults they were able to work it through, after the sternest talking to a grown man had probably ever gotten about his showbusiness partner concerning their vampire show. All the usuals ended up staying, a lot of the new crowd making sure to apologize for bringing him to that after years of dedicated watching, although the comments on the stream were a lot less polite; a lot of them accused you of hijacking the show or dating him for his celebrity status, but seeing as he was still niche enough to be invisible outside of the wig and fangs, you didn’t take it to heart.
You ended up going home with him that night, where you had a long talk out of costume about you actually moving in, and while you wanted nothing more than to say yes, you knew that you’d need to sort things out, pack up, find places for your own stuff alongside his vast collection without either being shoved aside. You also had to break the news to Simon, which you were dreading the most, because that meant that he’d be visiting you there in the future, and you already knew that the second he started talking about horror with Max, that would be the end of you.
Still, you were excited for this new start, and after a couple hours of shopping before the show, you found yourself being dressed for the camera again, although this time it was right beside him. You’d workshopped your character late into the night, a play on the Headless Horseman seeing as that was what he’d named you, so you’d built up a couple different costumes around that, including sketches of what your makeup could look like depending on the night. You settled on a pumpkin-y look for one, a fiery look for another, and a ghostly one as well, Mariana lending her secret makeup talents to you in your hour of need so that Max could get dressed on his own.
You were sweating so much she had to keep patting you down, you were officially unveiling Lord Dullahan on Halloween night, so you were going for the fiery pumpkin look to start it off, a brass horse brooch on your chest since you couldn’t exactly ride in on one without it looking silly, and because Fearless wouldn’t like it in silver. You kept bouncing your knee, you were sure you were sweating through your costume, and everything Robbie kept telling you kept going through one ear and out the other until you were sure you were going to pass out.
‘I think I’m gunna be sick,’ you moaned as Dullahan stared back at you in the reflection, but having Fearless then squeeze in next to you while Mariana fixed your own wild wig did manage to get your heart rate down again.
‘You’ll be wonderful, my murderous Myotis,’ he whispered before kissing your hand, his fangs pressing into your skin, and you took a deep breath and stared yourself down; if he could do it, and he believed in you at that, then you really could do this.
‘It was easy the first time, I just said whatever came to mind,’ you confessed as Mariana finished up and headed out in order to help, and Fearless looked you over in very clear adoration as he hummed in approval.
‘Yes, and you must channel into that again, my Lord, you must tell me all the things that your heart desires, while also remembering what the films are about, there will be time to rest with the dead when it is over,’ he purred as he circled you, his face hidden by his cape, and you used your long and heavy cloak to do the same back to him.
‘If I can keep my head, will you reattach it if I lose it tonight, Doctor?’ you asked, and instead of throwing back another quip, Fearless grinned widely and gave a little jump for joy.
‘That’s it! Just keep doing it like that, and I’ll try to stay in character,’ he encouraged you, and a knock on the wall told you that it was time to come out, it was getting close to 11. You both gave each other one last lookover before heading out, the crowd already catching their glimpses of you and pointing your way in excitement but also worry if you could pull this off on a more permanent scale; you jumped a few times to shake it all out, your wig sliding before he fixed it, and he snuck off behind the set to climb into his coffin and await his cues. The lights dimmed, the fog rolled in, and you let out one final breath before his voice echoed all around you. Your mouth moved along with his words as you recited his lines with him, and when he stepped out he looked even more alive than usual, despite the makeup.
‘Just keep doing it like that,’ you whispered to yourself as you rolled your neck, Fearless sitting down in his chair before the sound of hooves drifted in.
‘What is this?’ he asked, a loud knocking coming next. ‘A guest, someone to join me, or to come home to stay, how could I ever turn away such… willing company,’ he said lowly, and you took one look at him, saw the way his eyes shined at being able to finally share every part of his life with someone, and walked out in front of the camera.
Hii so glad to see you opening your requests again! :)
Could i please request ⛓️🥰🌶️? Could just be some general headcanons, and there’s no rush! Thank you so much. ❤️
Roses Aren't Always Red - Romantic Spice Ray Watkins Headcanons
Warnings: Talk of his crimes both past and present (the war, kidnapping, drug smuggling, stuff like that), general spiciness mentions in the second half without smut.
Pre-Notes: Y'know how I typically write my requests at work since I work alone for 7 hours? Yeah well now dad is insisting two people be there at all times, so unless I get bailed on it's very difficult to write smut next to my sibling or father ;w; Might have to work on multiple at a time and save the smutty ones for the safety of home this year OTL
Notes: Okay I almost failed this and did a fic, but then it wasn't romantic or spicy in the 4k of buildup I had going on, so that'll be something else hehe in the meantime, here's your headcanons (aka a very broken up fic I'm so bad at these)! While I don't see pure romance with someone like Ray, I've been excited for this one from the moment it popped up in my inbox, and I'm so glad I finally got to it, I hope you enjoy 💗 It feels like there's a fine line between him and Murdoc with the way I wrote these, that makes it interesting for me, I'll need to work on both this year so they feel different.
By nature, Ray isn't a romantic man. He's smooth, and cocky, and flirts like the dickens, but romance has never been in the cards for him. Something changes when he meets you while in your city for a job, something you don't notice because you don't know him, but he does. It's been a long time since his wife and child became a part of his past, a long time since the war, and even then he isn't sure if he ever loved them considering how fast he enlisted. But you throw him for a loop, and he knows it.
He doesn't talk about his past with you, he's a different man in each city he does jobs in, but when you're together and he's listening to you talk about your own life, a part of him thought buried almost wants to come out, share as well. It never does, not because he's guilty or worried about the consequences, but because he doesn't care, he did it, so what, and everything that does come out is a lie, that's his idea of sharing.
He hasn't done a dinner date in over a decade, back when he was married and not legally dead, so when you're the one to invite him out, he pauses. Being legally dead allows him to walk around like an invisible man, having a fake name in each city helps as well, but something about being seen with you, of being openly witnessed by people in that way makes him stumble. He agrees, but only if you do it at your place, since his is only temporary, and when he arrives he brings cheap fake roses with the excuse that they never die, so you'll never have to throw them out.
With time comes effort, and more excuses to stay. The job is over, he pulled it off and got paid days ago, but whenever he tries to pack up and move onto the next target or deal he thinks of you. He thinks of the way you'll text his burner and get nothing, of how you'll visit the usual places and no one will have seen him. He's had hookups before, pretty people met in bars and brought to sleazy motels for a bit of fun, but you're different, you brought him to your place to have dinner, not sex, and every time he thinks of it he unpacks everything again.
He takes another job and finally goes, it'll just be for a week he promises as you walk down the street, something quick to grab a few snacks for the road and to give the buyer time to get the money together, kidnapping jobs were never easy but damn if he didn't love them. He considers taking you with him, imagines snatching you up and bringing you to a new city where you can be like him, but you have family and friends here, a life. He's never thought of anyone else like that before, taking them the way he can't take you is easy, a fast way to get money without getting his hands dirty. You don't feel the dirt when you hold his hand and walk through the doors with him.
He thinks of you on his trip, sees your face in strangers the way he never saw his wife, not even overseas. He puts more minutes on his burner so you can tell him about your day, say how much you miss him, and he promises another date when he gets back, his treat this time. Part of it feels empty, he could go now after this job, move on again, but when he pulls up next to the target and carries them to the trunk out of sight all he can do is feel your body pressed against his chest. He drops them off, gets paid, and flies back before the actual drop is confirmed.
He rents his temporary place for a little longer, cleans it up, imagines his old life of domesticity as he does. It's still not for him, but he does get real roses this time, and the scent of them fills the place along with you when you arrive. He doesn't cook, but the money from the latest job is more than enough to order out, and you're none the wiser as you kiss him hello like it's been months instead of days and tell him everything smells delicious.
He gets another call the day he decides he'll stay a little longer, get his fill of you so he can go back to travelling. This one is local, a smuggling job that the dealer needs help with, the client some high profile rich kid who wants to party like he'll never die. But he will, and Ray doesn't care, even though the job itself is annoying it'll pay well. He doesn't have anyone to help so he makes sure you're safe at home when he goes out, finds a place for the deal to happen, pays off security, makes sure everything will go down as planned. The drugs are the good stuff, the odds of the party ending without tragedy are low, but he gets an envelope filled with cash and he uses it to take you to the movies, something you've been excited to see. In the end you don't see much of it with his mouth finding your neck as soon as it gets dark. When the drugs hit the street as a result of negligence and greed you openly feel sorrow for those it hurts while he drives you around in the car he bought you with the money the drugs paid for.
He understands why people want to surprise their partners with gifts after the first month comes and goes, the longest he's been anywhere since he re-entered the States. He sees things and imagines the look on your face, wants to see it, spends more of the money he received from hurting people in order to see you smile. You keep telling him he doesn't have to keep giving you gifts, and he thinks of his wife, who always expected things from him. He isn't sure if he's getting them to spite her, or because he wants you to be happy, but surprising you with something more expensive than his own wife's wedding ring brings a fire to his gut that he hasn't felt in a long time. He wants to spoil you, he wants you to tell him repeatedly that you can never be able to repay him for it, so he can tell you that you can always repay him in other ways. He's never been with anyone this many times, but he never tires of the sight of you between his legs no matter how many times he sees it.
The time has been short, but he puts out a longer lease on his place when you start leaving things behind in it. He still has to go, he could never be happy with domesticity, but he can pretend he is when you curl up on your couch with him and rest your head on his shoulder. You've learned everything you can about him by now, everything but what he did, because then you'd have to know his real name. You know about his wife, how he's fully abandoned his child with her, and you find yourself often playing with the place where his band used to rest around his finger. You've joked about getting him a new one, but those thoughts are dangerous to a dead man, where he has to exist to give you what you want, so he jokes back about eloping far away, stealing you from the world so you can be his. It makes you blush, but he means every word.
You're his, he decides that when he goes to visit you and finds someone else in your house. It's an old friend you tell him, someone you haven't seen since college, but the way he holds you, laughs at your words, stares at you when you're not looking, it all tells the real story. You send the old friend away, you've got a date after all, but instead of going to your destination he brings you back home where he locks the door and tears off your clothes like he never has before. You're almost afraid of him, but you've been waiting for over a month for him to stop holding back, and he doesn't let you go home that night, the thoughts of how easily he could make that man disappear keeping him awake as you sleep beside him.
He's more open with his wants after that, his desire to be near you when he isn't working. The thought of leaving and someone taking his place like all the other past hookups has him calling this what it is, a relationship, his first in over ten years, and he lets you know it all the time. He comes up with sickeningly sweet nicknames to placate you, to call you in front of others who see you together, some to even call you when you're alone in bed. You tell him to stop each time, your name on his lips is fine enough, and you call him by the fake name on the ID he had made up for this job, now very long over. He wants you to call him Ray, but Ray is dead, and the reason why would make you leave, so he swallows up each letter of the lie as you moan it into his mouth over and over.
When he leaves again he brings you with him, the location isn't worth a vacation but the old friend is still in town and he'd rather risk you catching him than risk breaking your heart by killing him. He gets a fancier hotel than the usual cheap motel to tide him over, doesn't regret the price when he sees you spread over the expensive blankets as you stretch out your back and legs from the long trip. You almost make him late to talk details, because he can't bring himself to detach his mouth and hands from your body, gentle warmth that he won't feel when he confirms why he's there. When he gets back later you've helped yourself to room service and a movie, and he eats you up without even touching the food before you can even wonder why he's back so late.
You go back home like nothing happened, like he didn't just ruin another person's life, and when he drops you off you ask him if maybe he'd like to try living with you. He says it's too soon, but he knows he'll never be able to leave if he has to wake up to you every morning, the temptation is just too strong. Plus, hanging around you this much is bound to draw attention, it isn't like he has a big list of enemies who hunt him down, he's the enemy here, but he's done a lot of bad things, and the aftermath of that party has him actually worried for you. You're upset but you hide it when he drives off, and he takes it upon himself to call in some contacts to take care of everyone left who knows he set up the deal.
At two months in, he makes a copy of your key when you're not looking. He knows he can ask for it, but he'd rather keep you unaware and thinking that it's still too soon. It hangs on his keychain with the others, hidden in plain sight to you, but he wants it in case anything ever goes down. It shouldn't, he's still far from everyone who knew him in his past life, but loving you makes him paranoid instead of cocky. With his army training he can take care of you, but you don't know he was in the army, so he continues to say that he works out to counter all the junk food he eats when you meet up for takeout and drinks. You don't argue, you think his body is beautiful and it feels perfect under your hands, to which he says the same to you, and for the first time in his life he worships you instead of just distracts you from his old scars.
A job brings him back to LA for the first time since he enlisted, and he almost turns it down. It isn't until he learns that his mother, when asking for a place to stay to keep him away from prying eyes, is sick and dying. They haven't kept up since he told her he wasn't dead, his sole confident only by blood, and he tells you that story when he goes down there. You want to go, you want to meet her before she passes, but he won't let you, he can't risk everything coming to light and losing you. It's funny, he doesn't care much about his own mother dying, but the thought of you finding out everything he's been hiding makes him want to turn the job down. But he doesn't, he never does, and sure enough he gets found out. He calls you that night, needs to hear your voice in case they're smarter than they were the last time he saw them, but you disarm him immediately, and he gets off to your voice in his car while he waits for his associate to meet him instead of telling you he might not make it back.
He finally gets caught in the act during another kidnapping, some important girl he barely cares about for once because the sooner this is done the sooner he can get out of there and back to you. They catch him right before she's hidden away, he can't talk his way out of it like this, so he brings Ray back to life in order to take the man who forced his hand down with him. He's charged for it which prompts an investigation to see what else he's been up to, and that's how they find you. You were on your way regardless, his mother called you from his burner to meet the person who stole his heart when no one and nothing else could, so you're picked up at the airport the second the LAPD get eyes on you. You find out who he is through them, the past two months nothing but a lie, and when they conclude that you really did know nothing, they apologize for being used, because that's what he does to people, and try to send you home. You refuse though, you want to look at the man you'd been waking up to for months and have him say it all to you, but the second you're in front of each other again all he wants to do is hold you, and you feel the same.
You stay and watch over his mother while she's in the hospital, he can't pretend he's there for her after being caught, and you can only visit him when they're done putting his missing past back together. He's got claims of it, one big circle of He Said He Said, his word against a respected officer's. He talks his way out of all of it apart from the war in order to bring the strike again, and in the end they get him for the kidnapping only. It'll separate you, he'll have to stay because for all his slickness, he told them to catch him and they did. You visit before you have to leave, you have to go back to your life and his mother is gone, you can't move everything down there to be with a supposed war criminal as well as a confirmed kidnapper. He's surprised, you should've left by now, tries to get you to go already, but you saw the parts of him that weren't an act, you keep insisting that the way he held you wasn't a lie, even though he loudly says it was for the cameras. In the end you go, but not before reaching across the table and pulling him forward by the collar, his necklace in their custody now and making you improvise. You kiss him, and again you disarm him as everyone rushes forward to separate you for good, and you taste each other when you board the plane and he gets sent off to his cell.
Having lots of money from dirty jobs and friends in high places makes sure the charges don't stick on technicalities, lots of bullshit tossed around until he's out again. You'd never know, he could go anywhere he wanted to stay off their radar considering they were able to find you. He could do one good thing and keep you safe, but the moment they give him back his things and he sees your house key next to the others he knows he can't. He brings you one final surprise in the form of a visit, he can't stay long, and you take the flowers from his hand that he clearly grabbed from your neighbour's garden, put them in with the fake roses he'd bought you that you still kept in a vase, and pull him inside. He doesn't have long, you know he doesn't, but you have no trouble shoving him onto the bed so he could make up for every second he was away.
You keep him for hours longer than he planned, but you've always had that power over him. He eats a good meal, tells you some of his past, the real reason why he left his family, explains the many trips he's had to take. You almost hate him for it, to know you were used this much, but when you get up to throw him out he tosses you a small box. Inside is a phone, not his burner, and your number is the only one inside, so he can keep you, no more extended minutes. It's just as good as a ring, and you add his new number to your own phone after stripping him down and learning about every scar he tried to hide from you. He tells you everything as he sits on the end of your bed and does up his belt, your suitcase on the dresser and stuffed with clothes for all seasons, and while hearing it does give you pause, you finally get to call him Ray when he helps you carry everything to the car he bought you. You don't know where he's taking you, but you'd much rather lose your name than lose him, and sleeping with him overseas in some random hotel while on the run is somehow the most romantic thing he's ever done for you, simply because you know he's yours.
Warnings: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, masturbation, a bit of violence, amateur surgery (you'll see, it's not bad), grinding, fingering, sex, and a ton of kisses.
Wordcount: 5965
Summary: Your visits weren't as free as before, but since when did that ever bother you? Maybe all you really needed was an opportunity, and, based on the whispers in the club where you worked, one was approaching very fast.
Notes: I've been wanting to write this the second I posted the first one and then got this ask hehe
You weren’t surprised when you returned a week later and found your next visit to be a little more crowded than the last one, your chair stuck opposite his as two guards took up the sides and made sure there were no more… inappropriate moments. Their presence made Abner nervous, his focus on them more than you as they sat back and didn’t pay attention but also refused to leave, his hands cuffed to the table to make sure there’d be no temptation. You, however, were free to move around, and you reached forward to hold his hands as your foot stuck out and urged him to do the same for an extra bit of contact.
‘Whoa, we’ve seen where that leads,’ the guard to your right warned when he noticed your new position, and you linked your fingers with Abner’s as a show that you were just as chained as he was.
‘No funny stuff this time, promise,’ you swore as the one to your left also looked up, Abner faltering even more now that they were both staring, ‘I just wanna talk to him, you know I’m harmless.’
‘I know you’re horny,’ Righty sneered, Lefty snickering on your other side. ‘You can get plenty better company than this guy anywhere else, you do know who he is, right? You’re just deranged and desperate and not actually dumb with a death wish?’
‘I’d prefer it if you didn’t talk about Abner when he’s right here,’ you just barely refrained from snapping, your hands holding his even tighter when he tried to pull away in humiliation. ‘And no, I’m none of those, I just really like him.’ The guards scoffed almost comically on time with each other as Abner stilled, and you looked him in the eye as you leaned forward until you were stopped by the hand on your shoulder. ‘I like you,’ you repeated to him, and he sat up a little more confidently when you were forced back into your chair.
‘Okay, we get it, you can keep buying this room every week until you end up broke but you can’t buy a bed in this place, so get on with your talking already before the big guy upstairs decides this isn’t worth it anymore.’ Righty went back to his phone as he talked, and you pursed your lips as you kept your leg pressed to Abner’s, his hands now as far as the chains would allow, and when you started talking about how your week had been it was like you were alone again as the other two disappeared into the background.
You kept your visits to the weekend when you were able to get done work a little earlier, the money ramping up as you filled your weekdays with as many hours as you possibly could in order to continue paying for these visits. It was expensive though, you hated to admit it but $300 every week was fine when you had savings, but you saw the bottom line when you went to pay the bills, this wasn't doable to keep it up, not on your salary. You bit your lip as you checked your bank online, went over how much it’d take out of you to pay to see him instead of settling for the calls again, but even as you did the math in your head you knew you couldn’t bear to sit across from him with that glass in the way again, not after last week.
You shut the lid of your laptop and almost stomped the few feet into bed, your body flopping onto the mattress as you tried to shove the frustration away. You knew by now everything you could about him, there was no point in counting down the days on your calendar until he’d be set free, not with his record and what he’d done even after his nearly secret mission on Corto Maltese shaving off ten years. He’d still be well into his hundreds by the time the sentence was up, and by then you’d both be gone, no, you needed to do something about this rampant unfairness now that you had found him.
You huffed and let your hands rest on your stomach, picturing him walking away from you again the day before, how he had looked so unhappy that he hadn’t even gotten a chance to hug you after your admission of feelings when he was unchained from the table. He’d been rushed out fast, no time for them to risk anything the moment you also stood, Righty taking Abner while Lefty practically had to hold you back from a goodbye kiss. You felt frustrated by it all over again, your surge of adrenaline as he’d been shoved past you making your chest heave; you needed him again, you couldn’t remember what his mouth tasted like already after those brief moments, heat traveling down you as your fingers teased the waistband of your pajama shorts.
He’d been so close and warm, if you closed your eyes you could still see him, feel him panting under your hands as his own wandered over you so he could commit you to memory as well, hear the way his breath hitched when you’d grabbed him. ‘Shit,’ you muttered as you reached into your pants, palming yourself over your underwear as you felt the desire take hold again; you hadn’t lasted long after you’d gotten home, barely making it to the bed before you were panting into your pillow and fisting your sheets, your hand moving so good between your legs, the same hand that had made him come not even a half hour before.
You needed him, you couldn’t keep paying but you needed to be near him again, and as you slid your hand into your underwear and let out a sigh you knew that you were ready to do anything to be able to make that happen.
You still saw him next Saturday as planned, but before you sat you made sure to walk to his side of the table. You had the same guards with you, they were probably the poor saps stuck with this job, but they still took it seriously as they stood and got out their batons, ready to beat you back if you dared break the rules again. ‘I just want a hug,’ you said carefully, and when they didn’t sit you tossed more money onto the table. ‘You were right, I can’t keep spending this much, so if I have to cut back to only one of these a month I at least want a hug from my boyfriend.’
‘Boyfriend?’ Abner quickly looked up, his cheeks so pink as he stared in disbelief, and you almost emptied your wallet onto the table next as the urge to kiss him nearly overtook you.
‘Yeah, that is, if you wanna be?’ you asked, having obviously assumed you were some kind of dating after you shoved your hand down his pants. ‘Do… do you wanna go out with me, Abner?’
He looked ready to nod but the joy died down as he looked around, his hands still latched to the table when he couldn’t pull you into that hug as a reply. ‘Are you sure? We can’t really go out here,’ he murmured like he expected you to not have thought of that, like you’d take it back just like everything else you never did, and you gave both guards a look before crouching down and wrapping your arms around him.
‘Maybe for the right price we can walk around the yard someday if you wanna literally go out,’ you suggested, but the resulting snicker around the table told you you’d have less luck with that one. ‘But even if I’m stuck talking to you through a phone until I can see you in here again, I still wanna date you.’
He looked like he wanted to answer you, his mouth opening and closing before he leaned forward and caught you off guard, his lips crashing into yours and instantly making you end the hug to grab him by the head to hold him in place since he couldn’t do the same. The guards were on you so unfairly fast, your heart pounding as he tried to chase after your mouth until Righty and the cuffs forced him back. His lips were deviously pink from the kiss to match his cheeks, and you couldn’t hide the small laugh when you saw that he was already starting to get hard from just that as Righty pushed him back into his chair.
‘You promised,’ Lefty chastised you as he hauled you to the door, your fight or flight kicking in when you caught on that you weren’t sitting down.
‘I didn’t lie! He kissed me first, I just wanted the hug, I swear,’ you corrected him, your hand gripping both him and the doorway as Abner called out to you, and it must’ve been so pathetic that even he, a guard at Belle Reve, couldn’t drag you out of there after just a kiss. ‘I won’t do it again, next week will be by phone so I really wanna talk to him like this today, please.’
He sighed and let you go, Righty sitting down again but not before taking off his mask to push aside his blonde hair, his eyes already tired as they looked between such strange star-crossed lovers. ‘Don’t make us regret this,’ he muttered as he snatched up the hug money and split it between him and Lefty, who also sat down with a groan. You nodded and sat down as well finally, keeping your hands to yourself while your leg touched his out of sight, it good enough for the both of you as you watched him lick his lips, the memory of what he tasted like hopefully enough to keep you going for the next three weeks.
‘I do,’ he mumbled the moment you went to speak, your smile growing as he fiddled with the chain keeping him away from you, ‘I do wanna date you, by the way.’
You saved up all that you could as the next month went on, even more extra hours picked up over the weekend as soon as your meeting was over. It did indeed suck to have to talk to him through the phone again, the partition not even allowing your shoes to touch, his voice so faint and scratchy through the receiver, and when it was over and you had to watch him leave through the glass you knew you had to do this no matter what the consequences to yourself were.
Every week you tossed more money into the envelope on your dresser, dishing out all the big tips and keeping the smaller bills for yourself so you could grab a cheap meal, you could get groceries when this was over, a full cart would add up fast and you didn’t want that. Everything else that was deposited electronically was stored away, split between your debit account and your savings, your credit card thankfully empty thanks to never having the need to buy anything once your apartment was full of the necessities. It all added up by the time you got to toss the $300 to Righty when he met you by the prison doors, he knew your schedule and you were never late, so he’d started meeting you there to save some time.
You lifted your shirt to your ribs to show you had nothing hidden as always, same with your ankles, your walk through the metal detectors giving the same answer as well, and Lefty looked up and gave you the smallest wave of recognition as you walked in and saw him and Abner already waiting. You nodded back and handed them both $50 more, Abner not kissing you this time as you hugged him tight until one of them coughed and signaled that that was long enough.
‘Keep waiting for me,’ you whispered in his ear, your voice so low that neither would hear with their masks on, ‘something is going to happen soon, so be patient, okay?’
He didn’t question you out loud as you stood and walked to your seat, and this time you got to hold his hands as you talked about everything and anything until your time was up again and you had to rush back to work.
The envelope was sealed tight, the glue licked and then the back taped for extra security, the paper bulging from everything stuffed inside as you tucked it into your pocket and snuck out into the night. It would be happening soon, your perceived naivety at the club paying off as you walked past the other civilians just trying to get home or get drunk. You were a ghost tonight, heading right for danger as you reached the line of shops across from the bank, the time on your phone telling you that it was happening any minute now, you were right on time.
It sure did pay to be just out of sight when the local bad guys were openly discussing their plans at your place of work.
‘Three, two, one…’
The front of the bank exploded into sight and sound, with Superman no longer around and Batman stuck in Gotham they’d have loads of time to load up and head out, all the important people in the city robbed blind as you just stood there and remained in the shadows. They were loud, confident that they’d get away with this as their getaway van pulled into sight, and you checked your phone again as you mentally timed how long it would take to get from Belle Reve to there. Again your timing was perfect as a random team of villains showed up along with a bunch of officers in an armoured truck, the money considered a big enough deal to get Waller to drop out a fast team to protect it all thanks to the complaints of the locals you had to bet, and you stood up straight when you saw Abner join the others with the specific instructions to please not melt the money.
Guns fired and powers lit up the area as he stayed behind, aiming for those trying to escape, his job to bring the bags to the safety of the truck you noticed as the others did all the dirty work, what had to be a grenade going off and making you duck as you snuck along the shops to get closer to him. He was good at his job, not at hand to hand by any means but as soon as he threatened to turn on his gauntlets they folded, their guns forgotten now that they knew what was inside of him, the thought of him letting it all out if he died like a bomb obviously on their minds. You felt proud of him as you watched him bring two more bags back to the truck, and when he glanced your way you flashed your phone to get his attention.
He paused, unsure if you were friend or foe, and you stepped into the moonlight just enough to show yourself before beckoning him to come over, which he gladly did as everyone else remained preoccupied. ‘I-I got him!’ he shouted before running like he had spotted another runaway, no one paying him any mind as another grenade went off and nearly toppled over the van, and when he met you in the alley he pressed you into the wall and kissed you like he hadn’t just seen you the other night. You kissed him right back, unlatching his mask and letting his goggles hang around his collarless neck as you held him so close against you it was hard to tell where he ended and you began. ‘I waited,’ he panted against your mouth, and you kissed him again and resisted the urge to take off more than just his mask.
‘I know,’ was all you could say before you were tugging him further into the darkness and back towards your apartment, ‘we gotta go, they’re bound to notice you’re gone soon.’
‘Wait, what’re we-’
‘Freeze.’ You turned to see Righty standing in the alley opening, his gun drawn as he pointed it at the two of you, your arm in front of Abner as he instantly reached for his gauntlet to turn it on. ‘You know I can’t let you go any further, you can’t pay me to turn a blind eye this time.’
‘Wait, please, let me-’ you started, but when you reached for the envelope he fired just to your left, the bullet hitting the wall and making you jump at the warning. ‘It’s for you, it’s not a weapon,’ you tried again, and he waited until you pulled out the money and showed him both sides, nothing else in your hand as Abner tensed behind you. ‘There’s almost $5000 in here, just let me take him home for the night, you can catch him again in the morning,’ you offered, and he looked ready to consider it before the fight made him look back at the commotion still going on behind him.
This deal was dangerous, this wasn't just you paying for a handjob and not enough kisses, this was him trusting you to keep your word for not nearly enough money, but it was all you had on hand, and he was right behind you, holding your jacket as he waited for your word to tell him to be the villain you all knew he could be. You didn’t want that though, if you could get out of there with this now familiar face still intact then you would, and you knew he was thinking the same as he looked at the money again. A third grenade went off, a car successfully flipping this time and lighting all three of you up in the fiery glow, and he frowned conflictingly before aiming the gun at the ground and motioning for you to throw the money over.
You did just so, tossing it over the gap for him to catch, and he put his gun away for just a second to cut open the top and peer inside. You weren’t lying, you never lied when it came to Abner and he knew it, and he shoved the money under his bulletproof vest before aiming at you again. ‘You’ll send him back for us to catch tomorrow morning?’ he repeated, and even though you’d offered it you couldn’t bring yourself to confirm it as Abner held you just a little tighter.
‘I…’ you attempted to say, and Righty swore to himself as he stared down his own problem. ‘Get outta town, don’t be here when they can’t find him,’ you finally managed to say, his eyes still on the both of you as another cop yelled for him, Lefty’s voice calling over the street to see if he was still alive, it was now or never.
‘You’re fuckin’ crazy,’ he sighed angrily at you, and even though he had all the time in the world to stop you, he surprised you by aiming the gun at his own shoulder and firing. He bit back a yell as a spray of blood filled the air, and he waved for you to just go as he stumbled back into the light and said was instantly surrounded by the others. ‘Krill chased one of them down the other street and I followed, bastard shot me and bailed, no idea what happened to Krill,’ you heard him lie before he became too far away, your hand holding Abner’s as you weaved through the streets until you were heading for home.
‘There’s- there’s a bomb,’ he panted as you ran, your legs not slowing as you led the way, ‘in my neck, if it gets back to Waller that I’m gone-’
‘They’ll look for the money first, they think you need your cage, remember?’ You prayed it’d turn out like that, his outfit so bright in the darkness as you finally reached your place; you’d left your window open ahead of time just for this, the fire escape bringing you both up and in where it was safe, but you didn’t waste a second as you then sat him down and raced to the bathroom. You busted open one of your razors in order to get the blade, and you had just enough time to apologize before he understood and leaned forward.
‘I heal fast, a side effect of the virus,’ he encouraged you when you hesitated, and you just grit your teeth and made the incision. He guided you as you worked, the bomb so small you had to grab your tweezers to carefully pull it out, and when it was out you placed it on the edge of your fire escape and watched as he opened just a slot on his gauntlets and detonated it with one of his dots. To them it’d look like he’d been killed by the runaway criminal, they wouldn’t look for him right away now, he was safe, he was free.
You wrapped the blade in an old cloth and tossed it out as Abner turned to face you, a few dots still flying free outside as they looked for a target, blood staining the back of his costume, his face smudged with dirt and bruised from the fight, but still his smile was so big as he watched you. There was a moment of catching up between you as you just stared at each other, but when he then took off his gauntlets and placed them on your table you hurriedly wiped your hands off on your jeans before you were meeting in the middle and kissing like tomorrow would never come.
Your attempts to clean your hands were quickly undone as you grabbed him by the back of the neck and made him hiss, the area still tender even though the skin had indeed already healing back up, your fingers painted red as he pressed you into the side of your couch. You were quick to slide over the arm and fall back, his knees locking and making him fall forward with you, and he apologized for his weight as you just laughed and scooted back enough for him to crawl forward and straddle you.
‘I’ve wanted this for so long,’ you told him as the cushions sank underneath you, your hands trailing red over coloured dots when you had no idea where to start to get this damn costume off of him. ‘I can’t believe you’re finally here…’
‘Me either,’ he sighed as he did the work for you, his pants straining even more than usual with how tight everything was in all the right places. He practically threw the jacket across the room, a long-sleeved shirt regrettably underneath it, but you could handle that as you pushed it up and over his head. ‘You’re-’
‘-Beautiful,’ you accidentally finished for him, and he was, he really was even as he looked down and realized how much of him was showing; just because he could heal fast didn’t mean that the virus could remove the scars, and there were so many from all his years at not only Belle Reve but S.T.A.R. Labs as well you’d come to learn, some of them even circular from what had to be his own powers. He turned away from you and tried to cover himself, clearly more ashamed than turned on, but you just gently pulled his hands away and placed them back over your waist and your cheek, his eyes opening hopefully as you rolled your hips under him. ‘Do you want this?’ you asked again, and he just nodded before leaning down to kiss you again. ‘Then who’s gunna stop us this time?’
He groaned into your ear at your eagerness, and you kissed his bare neck before making him get up; you stood on shaky legs and led him to your bedroom next, a quick stop to the ensuite bathroom to clean up and strip more delaying your final destination only a little, but you hadn’t exactly expected to do sudden surgery before you could get him in there. It felt all the more intimate after that, and this time when you crawled onto the bed he was the one underneath you as he let you take charge again. You wanted him to tell you what he wanted, two months of needing him making you ready to just tell him that he didn’t need to hold back anymore, but once you felt him under you, felt the way he already started to move his hips and stare up at you you knew that this was what he wanted.
He was free, he was in a comfy bed with you on top of him in a state of undress, no one was going to barge in before he could make you feel good this time, he was exactly where he wanted to be and the only thing holding him back was the fact that you didn’t know where to start.
You didn’t let him wait any longer, guiding his hands to work on your belt as you stripped off your shirt and tossed it aside, he was down to just his boxers now, and you licked your lips and grinded against him in order to encourage him to start moving. His voice was still soft as he did just that, using you as pressure between you sliding your pants as well as underwear off, his mouth falling open as you bared yourself to him. He looked like he could hardly believe it, that you wanted him so much you’d go this far, and you just laughed and kissed him as you took his hand and got him to touch you.
‘Fuck, that’s good,’ you told him as he gasped into your neck, he didn’t know what to do but he knew what he wanted as he conveyed it all through his actions, and when his motions evened out and he became more confident you ended up putty in his hand as your chest pressed into his. ‘Abner… I still want more, don’t end it so soon,’ you warned him as your climax started to build, but he just doubled down as he started kissing your neck, being so close to you just as addicting to him as it was for you.
‘Paying you back… from before…’ he mumbled into your skin, his hand moving faster as he gripped you by the ass and pulled you more into his reach.
‘But- I’m gunna-’
‘Then do it.’ He bit down hard and made you gasp, your eyes rolling back as you came onto his hand just as he’d done to you, every muscle tensing as he didn’t stop until you were oversensitive and keening desperately. Finally he stopped, his hand moving to his very hard cock as he pulled himself out, the mess on his hand only lubing him up as he bucked up between your thighs. ‘I want you, back when you touched me in that room, I knew I wanted you to be my first,’ he said before he could stop himself, his body stilling a little as you caught your breath. ‘That’s… pathetic, isn’t it? Knowing that I’m… The others always said so.’
‘Abner, I don’t care who you have and haven’t fucked, as long as I get to be with you tonight,’ you admitted to him, but when he still didn’t regain that bit of confidence you pressed a kiss to his chest and sat up again. ‘Look, you’ve been the only one on my mind since you saved the city two months ago, I spent literally thousands of dollars just to be able to talk to you in person, I risked my life tonight just on the chance I’d be able to get you here, do you honestly think I care whether you’re a virgin or not?’
His eyes met yours, he was a little more convinced, and you reached between your legs to take him in hand again, his head falling back into your pillows with such a delectable noise that it made your desire come back even faster.
‘But if I were to be completely honest, knowing that I get to be the first one to feel you inside…’ You rubbed his length against yourself, letting exactly how it felt show on your face as he looked up at you like you were the hottest thing he’d ever seen. ‘I… I can’t think of anything I want more.’
He pulled you back down to kiss you again, his tongue finding yours fast as he took initiative and jutted up against you, helped you want it enough that you couldn’t hold back, and when he finally pressed inside you the both of you just froze and breathed each others air as you slid down his length. You felt so full around him, his head thrown back again as your body became all he knew, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to last long again as you started to move. He tried to get you to stop, it was too much and he was worried about ruining this but you wouldn’t let him, controlling your pace as you peppered his neck with kisses and hickeys; there were places where the collar had dug in and scarred him, and you touched each one before kissing them, marking him as your own as your hips moved torturously up and down, his breathing so broken and without control as he panted.
He whispered the same pleas as before, begs for more getting you to move a little faster as you kissed the other side of his neck, his nails leaving behind faint scratches all over your back and thighs when he couldn’t stop himself from bucking. He was restraining himself so hard that it had to be making him cramp up, and you encouraged him again as you finished marking him and sat up. ‘Don’t make me do all the work,’ you teased as you rode him, Abner just blinking before grabbing you by the hips and thrusting hard.
Your back arched and you braced yourself on his chest, his eyes shining when he saw that he was making you feel good too, like he’d forgotten that crucial part of having sex. He wanted to see it more, his own pleasure delayed as he bucked up again and again, he felt so good but knowing that he was able to do this to you was taking him over, and you eagerly let him make the switch from you riding him to him fucking you.
You praised him for it, he was making you feel so good, better than anyone else, you were his now, you’d been his ever since you’d shaken his hand that day; every word only made him move faster, harder, his inexperience definitely not felt as you felt your second orgasm build quicker than expected. He really was making you fall apart, your desire for him just as strong as his for you it just so happened to turn out, and when you started to get close you felt a little sentimental as you kissed him a little softer. He opened his eyes, staring up at you as you were fucked, his body not slowing even as you whispered that you loved him.
That was all it took, Abner holding you tight as he came inside, the stuttering of his hips urging you to ride it out until you were coming too, the room filled with his noises now that he didn’t have to stay quiet. You didn’t give a fuck about your neighbours, they could bang on the walls or ceiling or floor all they wanted as you kissed the noises out of him, loving the sound of his voice just for you. He panted your name over and over as he finally fell still, like he couldn’t remember any other word other than that, and you just smiled and laid on him until you noticed the shine on his cheek; he was crying, and you got up as concern took over your afterglow.
‘Are you okay?’ you asked as you gave him room to breathe, and he just looked up at you and pulled you back down for another kiss instead of answering.
‘I love you so much,’ he replied as another tear fell, ‘I didn’t think I knew how, not after everything she did to me, not anymore.’
You got off of him then, ignoring the emptiness you felt when you separated as you curled up next to him. ‘Do you want to talk about it? We have all the time in the world now,’ you offered, but he just shook his head, your eyes widening as he then faced you and got you to lie on your back so he could rest his head on your chest.
‘No, I just want to stay with you until I need to release the dots, they’ll be appearing by the morning, I didn’t get to use any in the mission,’ he murmured against you, your hand brushing his hair out of his eyes before you held him close, nothing able to take him away from you now.
‘That’s fine, we might have to leave if Ri- that guard ends up telling them I got you, they’ll be suspicious by Saturday if I don’t show up at the very least,’ you thought aloud, Abner only curling around you tighter at the thought of having to leave you again.
‘Where will we go? I don’t want you to lose your home,’ he said miserably, but you just kissed the top of his head and held his hand.
‘This is just an apartment, I’ll find another one in some other city, I hear Metropolis is pretty easy to sneak around without Superman, or there’s Gotham?’ He didn’t seem to like either, the thought of some other hero finding him and bringing him back making him nervous. ‘Of course, I also hear Canada is pretty cool this time of year.’
He looked up at you, like he still couldn’t believe you’d go so far just for him, and you trailed kisses over his forehead and nose until he couldn’t take the barrage and had to stop you with his mouth. ‘You really want this with me?’ he confirmed when he was safe again, your fingers linking with his your answer. ‘But the dots, and Waller, and-’
‘Abner, you told me that you skipped out on your freedom a year ago because you needed the safety of the collar,’ you reminded him seriously, ‘I’m not letting you do it again, not now that you’re with me; you followed me tonight, you didn’t have to but you did, you can’t tell me you don’t want this too.’ The words wouldn’t come out again, and your fingers brushed over the already healed scar on the back of his neck. ‘We’ll handle everything as it comes, whether it’s your dots or Waller catching on or whatever, but until then, please let yourself want this with me, okay?’
He nodded then, all traces of fear leaving him just for the moment, which was all you needed as he rested on top of you.
‘I love you Abner, and I won’t let anyone take you away again,’ you promised him, but he was already falling asleep as the sirens sounded outside, the cars driving by as they searched for him, a bright dot already forming just above his wrist.
Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N, making out, handjobs, oral sex, mutual masturbation.
Wordcount: 6688
Summary: You've been together six months now, but while you're ready for that next step, his pessimism is contagious, and you have to wonder if he's ready for it too.
Notes: Finally, a sequel to this! Technically it's set a few months before the ending, but still, it's a sequel hehe 💗💗 Not me loudly saying I'm back and then getting so sick I spent a week and a half in bed unable to do anything but cough and watch movies ;w; This one's been on hold since I started at work, wanted to write it so bad while I was sick but I was so out of it I couldn't concentrate on anything and I knew sitting at my computer would only make it worse, so I accepted my fate and caught up on the movies I've been wanting to see. Still have a cough but I'm well enough to go back to work, so the readers will resume for real this time TwT Anyway I keep getting asks about Simon in particular, so I moved around my queue just for you guys hehe I hope you like it 💗
The air in your apartment is abuzz as you prepare for his arrival, your eyes going to the clock so often as you clean that you need to change the display on the TV so it practically takes up half the screen, overlayed loudly across the movie you put on as background noise. You aren't sure if he remembers, but you certainly do, the texts on your phone trailing back a year exactly to the day you first met at his old job. He's sentimental about a lot of things when it comes to you, you're so aware of that now that you aren't sure how you ever missed it before in those six months you both tried to get over your unknowingly mutual crushes; he was so much smarter than even you knew, because he remembered every little thing you ever told him, so now that you're together, he's constantly surprising you by bringing you things you offhandedly mentioned you liked in the past, or taking you places on your dates that you'd mentioned you wanted to visit, or revisit anew with him.
It'd been bliss in the following six months with him, and now you want to return the favour by doing something special for him to commemorate the day you first met. When deciding on what to do, you knew you didn't want to bring him back to his old job, and the Hotel was kind of ruined since he'd all but stolen their head cook to come work for him, so, as you cleaned your apartment up and checked on dinner back and forth until you became dizzy, you think again about the one thing you could do for him that might make today truly special.
He already had a key, but you were finally going to take that step and invite him to live with you, permanently.
He practically lives there already with how often he visits, he even has a drawer to call his own in your room, but the rest of his things are still at his trailer, and he hasn't said a single word about finishing the move. You have a feeling that maybe it's because it was all his, the one thing he was able to get after that black mark on his life nearly ruined it, so it was hard to let go of it. He didn't fit inside, his bed was actually a loveseat he curled up on, and his kitchen, which used to be mostly full of takeout he brought from work, was now very empty since he ate with you daily, but still he chooses to go back to it on the nights he knows you're already asleep or away, instead of to your spacious and comfortable apartment.
You pause in the middle of folding your blankets at the memory of the time you asked him about it, how he'd brushed it off like he always did with things he doesn't want to talk about, and take a look around your room; he doesn't show it anymore, but those first few weeks of owning your spare key were weird for him, now that you knew how he felt about how well off you were compared to him. He doesn't have that envy anymore, as far as you know, but it had seeped into every moment he thought you couldn't see, into those big windows and beautiful view and spacious rooms until you started to hate them.
You didn't, and still don't, want him to feel that way, in fact you want him to love this place so that he could make it his new home, but now that you were so close to making that your reality, you were having second thoughts on if he actually wanted that, let alone if he was ready for it. It would be so nice to take that step with him, to permanently wake up to him instead of just whenever he chose to stay, to have him set up his own space for his desk and spread out all his things, to have him take over every room until they were just as much his as they were yours.
It sounds wonderful, a beautiful dream after the nightmare he had to go through, but was he really ready to just give up his sanctuary he'd been too afraid to even bring you to for yours? Would he be okay with making this place his home, or would he see your offer as something akin to a handout after all the approaching? You groan in frustration, his negativity came with him when you got together and you don't want to offend him, but you can't help but also assume that this won't make him happy. You think about moving, maybe there was a place he wanted and you could both use your money to get it, a mutual agreement, but would even that be too much?
‘Hey, Simon, I know we've only been together for six months, but do you wanna buy a place with me so you don't have to live in that trailer anymore?’
Oh yeah, he'd hate that.
You toss your blanket onto the end of the bed, some extra warmth for your feet in the fall months with winter fast approaching, the folding you'd just done becoming a mess as you run your hands through your hair; you can't just shelf this and do dinner like this isn't what you really want with him, you'd spent too much time thinking about it and now you know you can't be satisfied with him only visiting, too much wasted time between all the pining and thinking you'd lost him building this up as a grand show of how much you love him. But you know it's something you need to talk about with him first, you'd sprung the key on him only a month into dating and he'd been stunned for the rest of the day, you couldn't do that to him again with an entire house, and you reluctantly accept that when you hear the lock turn back in the other room.
You hide your disappointment and help him get the door, he's right on time thanks to always being sure to leave when the traffic is nice, his Brougham ordered and ready by the time he walks out. His hands are full as always but you expected that, and he pauses at the smell of food as you cheekily take the bags of takeout from him and place them on the counter, you'd put them in the fridge later. ‘You made dinner?’ he asks as he takes off his shoes, his eyes going for the stove to try and start putting together your menu, and you nod and check the time on the roast; him not staying the night allowed you to let it marinate almost 24 hours, and you're so ready to finally be able to dig into it after marinating in its scent as much as it did in the delicious broth you whipped up for it.
‘Yeah, I figured might as well,’ you lie, you'll break the news when you're splitting a bottle of wine on the couch, and he chews at his lip and hangs up his coat, his cheeks already dusting.
‘You should've texted me,’ he says next, the takeout mixing in with the smells of your dinner, but you wave his words away and grab some plates, no time to waste when he only has an hour.
‘I wanted to surprise you,’ you admit when you're turned away from him, the big spoon you'd been using to stir the veggies now scooping them out of their sauce and onto his plate, and your eyes widen when he comes up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist.
‘Thanks,’ he whispers in your ear, a shiver running up your spine and making you swallow, ‘I don't want you to think I'm not ungrateful or anything…’
‘I don't, I never do,’ you reassure him again, he still needs a lot of that, and you don't elbow him off as you drag him over to the crackpot to start grabbing the roast. ‘I know I'm no Elison but I hope all of this is okay, I mean, you know I don't really cook cook, but I found these recipes online and they were all highly rated-’
‘Hey, it smells delicious,’ he's the one to reassure you this time with a kiss to the side of your head, and you fail to hide your smile when you turn to hand him his food. He takes the plate from you and scoops some potatoes as well, you decided to go with classic mashed but said recipes gave you some good tips on how to season them, and when he eats a bit off the big spoon he hums in bliss. ‘Tastes even better, might have to get you to come work for me.’
‘As a cook? You gotta be kidding, I'd get the place shut down in a week,’ you joke right back, but it just makes you think about seeing him every day again and you busy yourself with making your own plate. ‘Anyway, I don't think my clients will like it very much if I drop all of them, even though it'd be nice to see you in your uniform, bossing people around all day.’
‘You know I don't have a uniform,’ he mumbles to hide the fact that he's blushing, ever the lightweight when it comes to your flirting, ‘the thought of seeing you in one sounds kinda nice, though.’
A mutual standoff as he backtracks while you nearly drop your plate, his eyes wide and his words fumbled so entirely that they stop being English, but you just get a hold of yourself and laugh your way to the couch so you can quickly hide the giant clock overlay and get your remaining streaming service back to the main menu. He's pursing his lips and looking away from you when he sits down, clearly stuck in a, ‘Why did I say that?’ loop despite you telling him many many times that you want him to be more open with his flirting, and you cherish it as you grab the wine and bottle opener as well as two glasses, the perfect addition to a nice, home cooked meal.
You sit down and offer him a glass, Simon holding it politely as you uncork the bottle and pour for him and then yourself, he'd picked something while your back was turned, and your smile falters when you look to the TV and see that it's a romance; he's definitely picked up on the vibes you've been trying to set, it was even a classic and not one of those new romcoms with jokes that don't mesh with your humour and just make the scenes feel awkward, something he agreed on. ‘I like this one, it's one of my favourites,’ you casually point out without looking at him, your hands busily cutting into your meat and veggies so you can start eating, and he downs half his wine before concentrating solely on the screen.
‘I know, you mentioned it a couple times, I thought tonight might be a good night to check it out,’ he replies just as nonchalantly, but his hands are shaking as he tears the meat apart until there's a huge pile of it. You watch as he swallows and finishes off his wine, pours another, and you smile fondly and reach over to place your hand on his, make him calm enough to stop the shakes.
‘Hey, I'm glad I get to watch it with you tonight,’ you tell him a bit too softly, there's something about him that always disarms you and makes you soft around him, and he nods once, then twice, and then can't seem to stop as he bounces his knee and sets down his plate, his nods changing to him shaking his head as he turns on his cushion to face you.
‘I've got something I want- that I need to tell you before we get too far with this, okay?’ he says so suddenly that it makes you worried, and all at once you go from wanting to at least savour the meal to worrying about being dumped. ‘I know it's outta nowhere, and- and don't be upset with me, okay? But I've been thinking about this a lot, and I can't see any other way around it, so, so-’
‘Please don't break up with me.’
‘Do you wanna move in with me?’
You both pause, just blinking as you register what each other said, your worried tears falling in both relief and shock when it hits you that he isn't dumping you. ‘Wh-what'd you just say?’
‘I uh, shit I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm not breaking up with you, I swear to god I'm not, I wanted to ask it after the movie but I got worried that I'd back out if I didn't say it right away, because why would you ever want to-’
‘Simon,’ you interrupt him when he starts panicking, his eyes looking everywhere but at you when he sees your tears again, but this time they're falling because you're happy, you're so happy that you completely forget about every single time you thought you were losing him, from the loan to the date to him trying to ghost you, because his hands are in yours and he wanted to live with you, he really wants to live with you! ‘I was actually going to ask if you wanted to move in with me, too,’ you confess to him right back, his eyes latching hard onto you as tears of his own well up and blur his vision the same way yours are.
‘But I'm a loser,’ he tries, like he hadn't asked first, and you pull him into a quick kiss and taste the wine.
‘You’re not, and I can't believe… I love you so much,’ you laugh when you pull back again, those magic words instantly flipping the switch and making him melt, your own food getting moved aside as you cradle his head to your chest.
‘Back when I met you I wanted to do better, be better for you, so I started looking for places to live again,’ he mumbles into your shirt, the movie completely ignored in the background. ‘I had thoughts of inviting you over, making someplace nice for us to hang out at when we got closer, and then, when I realized I only wanted you… I started looking for bigger places, so you could get your own office instead of me, cause somewhere along the line I… I wanted you to be there with me, but it was too fast, I wasn't even sure if you liked me back.’ He sniffs, wipes at his nose but doesn't move away, shifting closer to you as subtly as he can. ‘But then you brought me here, and I saw all this and knew that wherever I went I'd never be good enough for you, I just wouldn't…’
‘Simon,’ you warn him sadly, you were really trying to get him out of this kind of thought since he didn't want to go to therapy just yet, and he catches himself and makes sure you know that he doesn't think that way anymore before continuing.
‘I kept looking, even knowing I'd never be able to provide enough to get a place as nice as this I couldn't stop checking online, and- and I found one! It's not as open but it has two rooms, so you could have your office, I could put my computer anywhere, and the bedroom was nice, and the view was even pretty okay, but…’ He sits up and looks away again, the tears from being complimented stopped once more in his honesty. ‘I couldn't afford it, it's still open on my phone even though I can't possibly get it after opening C0NN3CT10N$, and I couldn't ask you to get it with me, but I want to be with you, from the moment we met a year ago today I wanted that connection to be with you, so, before I back out again, do you wanna- will you move in with me?’
You really can't believe your ears, he really was perfect for you in the most frustratingly painful of ways, and you hold his hands again and make sure he can't run away as you meet his eye. ‘I was gunna ask you to move in with me tonight, after we finished eating,’ you say with a smile as your bottom lip quivers, and he looks so in love that he almost starts crying again. ‘I should've known you would've remembered we met a year ago today.’
‘I brought all your favourites, I wanted to surprise you,’ he grins with a glance to the takeout, and now you really feel the need to eat all of it in one big feast of adoration. You throw yourself into his arms, knocking him back and making his long leg smack into your coffee table, the glasses threatening to tip over with a warning wobble, and you laugh before nuzzling into his chest the way you can never get enough of. He holds you close, tonight turned out so much better than you'd hoped after so much doubt, and before you know it you're kissing him even more passionately than the couple still on TV.
He still isn't that used to kisses, even after months they make him weak, Simon immediately starting to melt into your cushions as his body relaxes, feeding off of the positive attention until a particularly wonton moan catches you both off guard. He clams right up, his eyes wide again, and you laugh before deciding that microwaves exist for a reason; you pause the movie, the screensaver would certainly save the screen from getting their kiss burned into it as you force yourself to stand, and he follows after you as you lead him to the bedroom. After that first time he has yet to open up enough to fully sleep with you, and it didn't take a genius to know that he was nervous about his lack of experience. It was pretty obvious, with his track record and the way he had a habit of making you stop before you rubbing him through his pants became enough to make him come, you gave him all your patience and didn't draw attention to it, another thing to work through when he was ready.
But if you were going to live together you didn't want to have to buy a second bed just so he didn't have to sleep on the couch, since he only ever seemed comfortable enough to cuddle with you when you were already sleeping. You don't have to go all the way tonight, you'd have many nights to try that out, but he isn't going back to work without sealing the deal, and he swallows heavily as you shut the door and box him in until his knees are hitting the bed. His legs give out and he falls back, his heart racing hard enough to see the small thump of his shirts, and you resist the urge to eat him up instead of dinner at how incredibly cute one man could be. You're glad that no one else wanted to date him, from the second he came to your table he was yours, he'd all but said it, and you crawl onto the bed and grin at him until his back then hits the headboard.
You don't usually take charge like this, you like making him come undone but he's been so busy with work that you haven't had much time to do anything but kiss and avoid anything too spicy when he visits for his hour to have dinner with you. Tonight wouldn't be the case, they could wait a little longer because the love of your life had just admitted to wanting to live with you for months, he'd even been looking at places, and that was enough reason to make him whine a little with everything you were about to do to him.
‘I-I need to get back before 9:20,’ he reminds you nervously at the look in your eye, but you know he doesn't want to go based on how he's also actively trying to hide how hard he's getting without anything even happening yet.
‘I'll drive you, I'll speed,’ you compromise as you plant yourself on his thighs, trapping him in place before descending on his neck, your hands pulling his layers to the side to get at his flushed skin.
‘I don't want you getting a ticket because o-ah!’ He can't argue when he's too busy trying not to let his voice carry through the walls, but this is a nice place, the sound doesn't travel as easily as he thinks and you very well know it. So you grin against him, suck a mark into pale skin where you know his staff will see when he gets back, but the same isn't on his mind with every attempted thrust into the air for some friction, your body too low to give it to him. His hands find your arms, snake around to your back and your head to hold you in place, he must've been getting backed up for lack of a better word thanks to work, and you make a new decision that he's for sure not leaving this room until you can fix that.
You keep going until he keens, his back arching and his will to keep up appearances gone, he's fully yours and he's ready to accept that if you're ready to prove it, which you've been ready to do since he finally confessed to you. You hum against his skin as your hands travel downwards, go for his belt and lift his shirts out of the way so you can feel the way his stomach heaves under your touch. You drag things out, take it slow even though you'd love to be between his thighs right about now, since the sooner he comes the sooner he'll leave again, you know he will; he'll go to work thinking about how easy it happened and be embarrassed, he'll want to back out of staying with you for being a lightweight, all the excuses he trained you to expect forming in your mind if you gave him a single reason to believe them.
But he doesn't voice them, so you have to silence yourself this time, stay in the moment with him, and he stays in it with you with a shaky exhale when he looks down and watches your hands open his pants. He tries to speak but nothing comes out, you can't help but notice the way he gapes at you in his attempts to form words, and you kiss them away before they can form and swallow up the noises he makes instead. You take him in hand, finish getting him hard - as if he wasn't ready to burst at any second - and give him a light squeeze, your tongue dancing over his when his jaw falls slack. You've only been able to do this a few times, for someone who comes easy he's surprisingly reluctant to let you touch him, just another thing he doesn't want to talk about yet.
He has no qualms tonight, too lost in you to fall into old habits and fears, his mind only on you as you start to grind against his leg for a bit of relief of your own. He moans, like the very thought of you enjoying him this much is more pleasurable than your touch, and so you do it again, giving him some sounds of your own as you pull him out; that's when he stops you, his hands rushing for your wrist to keep you from continuing, and your chest aches for him when you see the blush leave his cheeks only to be replaced with that old look.
‘Wait, we shouldn't,’ he tries to convince you, and you want to argue but you wait, let him explain himself. ‘I like you, okay, I really do, I always have, but- we should give it more time, I'm still getting used to this, I don't- shit, I don't want…’ he stutters again, unable to word his fears as he starts to soften, and you frown and get him to look at you instead of focusing on your floor.
‘Simon, what exactly do you think will happen if I sleep with you?’ you ask as carefully as you can, and he shakes his head, he doesn't want to say it. ‘Look, I know it's your first time, but I want to be your first, I want to have this with you. We don't have to do it tonight, but you have no idea how much I-’
‘This isn't my first time,’ he cuts in so suddenly that you choke on your next word.
‘It's not?’
‘No, it's just… been a while,’ he admits to you, but now you're confused because if he wasn't holding back due to that, then what troubled him? He must see the look on your face because he sits back, his hands covering himself and his face reddening again, but in embarrassment this time. ‘The last person I was with, it was before my time at the Academy, so it's been years now, but she… It was just a hookup, something we decided to do on the fly when I was celebrating getting accepted, but when we got to the hotel and things started, I dunno.
‘I thought I did everything right, I c- she got me off while we were getting ready, I could've gone again but she got so annoyed, thought I was going to leave her cause I'd gotten what I wanted, didn't wanna listen to me and stormed out.’ He pauses, his hands clenching over each other with a deep frown. ‘And then I got kicked out, lost my place so I stopped meeting people, didn't think I'd ever wanna be with anyone else until I met you. And I like you so much, I don't know how to slow down when we get like this, and every single time you make me feel so good but you never let me… return the favour. I want to, I want to touch you so bad that just the thought of making you feel as good as you make me feel is always enough to get me off when I'm alone, but you never let me.’
You sit back and just stare, you had no idea he felt that way since you've gotten so into the habit of wanting to cherish him after everyone letting him down. Even when you were also alone and thinking about him you always tend to base your fantasies around everything you want to do to him, and in your attempts to give him attention you made things one-sided. ‘I'm sorry, I didn't realize,’ you mumble as you look down this time, but the second he sees he's made you upset the entire mood flips, his hands leaving his lap to grab onto you; you fall back, his long legs easily sliding out to allow him to shift until he's the one kneeling over you, loosely straddling you as you stare up at him. Your mouth goes dry at the sight, you've never given him the chance to be on top, and something about him feels different from this position.
‘I don't want you to focus on me, I can last if you let me focus on you,’ he pleads but it isn't desperate, he just wants the chance to cherish you back, and you swallow before reaching between his legs and wrapping your hand back around him.
‘I can be patient, if you say you can do more then I don't want to stop until you're satisfied, so let me touch you first, at least for tonight,’ you whisper to him, his Adam's apple bobbing and his eyes welling up again before he kisses you, his hips moving so he could fuck your hand. You grin and let him move to your neck, his eager mouth getting used to worshiping you in real time until he latches on and whines. He loves this, this is something he clearly doesn't want to hold back on, and his right hand explores your body while his left holds himself up. He's a never ending symphony of sound above you, enjoying this chance while taking what he needs, and when he comes it’s with a jut of his hips and a broken sound you've never heard before.
You feel the warmth spread over your clothes as he drips white onto your stomach, your eyes shutting in bliss as he savours the moment before getting right back to it. He really was ready to go again, another misunderstanding getting in the way of all the possibilities he'd just opened up to you, and you love him all the more as he pushes your shirt over your head. He travels down, finally getting acquainted with your body after many nights of you slowly learning every inch of him, and you watch him with a smile when his pants get in the way and he kicks them off entirely. It's the most you've seen of him, his dick already getting hard again as the mere feeling of your body under his hands becomes everything he's ever wanted.
So many nights staying up late, going through the trashed data, watching couples come to his places of work and eating together, his hands touching everything except for another person while the people he went to shot him down for this or that. Now he was yours, and he could touch you whenever he wanted, and apparently he really wants to get a proper start on that, his hands slipping underneath you to cup your ass and shift you closer to him.
You laugh, you love seeing him be able to revel in this without any doubt, and he lets out a small chuckle at the sound of your voice before latching onto a nipple. He teases it lightly between his teeth, licks and sucks at sensitive skin until it becomes too much for him and he's the one that needs a break even though you're the one getting stimulated. You laugh again, let him rut against your leg and just breathe a moment, and wait for him to shift down until he's between your spread thighs.
‘All these months I've wanted to do this,’ he sighs at the sight, his hands now undoing your pants and pulling them down your hips, his breath coming out a little faster until he suddenly stops again and scrambles for his clothes. You sit up, worried that something might be wrong when he pulls out his phone, his body moving faster than his brain can keep up with before he comes to his senses all at once. ‘Sorry! Sorry, I just- I've been thinking about this for months now, I save everything you send me, I even made you your own folder but I haven't been able to ask yet-’ Another pause, his phone aimed from you to the sheets as his eyes widen. ‘I'm being creepy again, aren't I?’
‘You're being yourself, and that's exactly why I fell in love with you,’ you reassure him truly and honestly, your hands angling the camera back at your bare body and your heart racing faster because of it. ‘I've never done this before, you won't share these with anyone, will you?’
‘Fuck no!’ he blurts out in shock, like the very idea of anyone else seeing you this way is a crime punishable by law, and you relax under his gaze and let yourself open up in the camera's view. You wordlessly give him permission to pose you, let yourself be moved as his thumb presses repeatedly over the button to save you to his memory, his eyes focused and serious at this new level of trust. It isn't as embarrassing as you think it would be, in fact, you really feel like you're his this way, and when he's satisfied, or can't wait anymore, he sets his phone down on your nightstand and lowers himself between your thighs. His mouth worships you like no one ever has before, mapping every inch to his own memory between kisses and sucked marks into your skin.
Your head falls back and you just let him work, your fingers tangling into his hair and messing up it too much to return to work like that, but the bar is now the last thing on his mind for once; he moans against you, nails digging into goosebumped skin, urging you to come until your back arches and you do on his tongue. His eyes roll back as he savours the taste, and when your eyes meet again you have to wonder if he's also thinking that this might be heaven. You don't have a chance to ask, your afterglow isn't ready yet, and he grins at you as he leans back against your headboard once more and starts to stroke himself.
‘Told you, I can go again,’ he pants at the sight of you undone before him, and you lick your lips before mirroring him, spreading wetness over yourself before touching hot and sensitive skin. Your legs are heavy as you force yourself to get up, crawl back onto his lap and find your place there, your hands moving to chase a second release as your mouths find each other again. You don't take back control, you're feeling a bit too boneless to ride him, but touching yourself while he gets off to you will very much suffice for tonight, and he seems to agree with another tight grip to your ass.
You can feel his knuckles brush yours as you work, your back arching against him, riding the high of it all until you break first, collapsing hard against his chest and moaning into his shoulder until you can’t move anymore. That's enough for him, Simon crying again as he comes a second time, his mouth open with another broken sound until the most content smile takes over as he relaxes under you with a pleased sigh.
You can feel him still twitching when you close the space between you, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, his dick giving a tired throb between your legs and his come mixing with his first mess. You both catch your breath, the room filled with the sounds of you until he laughs again, and you look up to see him covering his eyes and smiling like a madman. ‘What?’ you ask when he starts to cry harder, and he opens his fingers to look at you through them.
‘I love you so much,’ is all he says, and he means it with every part of him, not a trace of doubt showing in his watery eyes. ‘You really feel the same for me, don't you?’
‘Of course I do, I wanted you to have a spare key to my place before we even started dating,’ you remind him with a small shove, and he wipes away his tears and looks around for something to then wipe his hand off on. ‘You don't know how happy I am that you want to live with me, this place always feels so empty when you're not here now,’ you softly confess to him, Simon stilling under you with a small hitch of breath. ‘Those mornings when I wake up and you're still here are some of the best I've ever had, getting to open my eyes and see you, I wish you didn't have to open so early.’
‘...No one's ever… I never thought anyone would feel this way about me, not after what happened.’ He sniffs and you kiss away the next tear that falls, your hand finding his and linking fingers together, clasped between your chests.
‘I told you that your black marks didn't make you who you were, and yeah, I feel so much for you that I want you to move in here. And someday in the future we'll get a place where we can each get an office, but for now I want to know what this place looks like with you in it,’ you tell him with more kisses to the tip of his nose, his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. ‘I'll bring my desk into the bedroom so you can appreciate the view for once, we can go shopping for another dresser so you can move in all your clothes, not just a drawer full. I'll order some more bookshelves and you can spread out all the things you collect and make, add some more hooks by the door for your coats, rearrange the cupboards so there’s room for your things, too.
‘I wanna wake up in the morning and hear you showering on the other side of my wall, or tinkering away on your next project in your free time when you get off work. I want my pillows to smell like you, and my blankets to feel warmer with you next to me, and when we sit down for dinner I want to watch you leave with the knowledge that you’ll be back, you’ll always come back.’ You’re saying too much but once you start it all comes out, every single reason that got you to want him to move in in the first place. ‘You’ve spent so long alone, Simon, I want to be the reason you never feel alone again, that is, if you let me.’
He thinks about it for a while, so much longer than you expect considering he was the one to ask you to move in first, and when he opens his mouth the first sound that comes out isn’t a word, but a choked out noise. ‘This place is pretty nice, I can help you move your desk in here this weekend,’ he finally decides with a trembling lip, his words wavering as he fights to keep them straight, which you also mirror when you hear them. ‘House hunting is boring when you do it alone, anyway.’
‘It really is,’ you agree with a weak laugh, your head resting on his shoulder as you look lovingly up at him before you remember that this can’t last. ‘It’s getting late, we never finished eating, you’ll end up going back to work hungry if we don’t get up.’
He considers your words before getting comfortable, the blanket pulled over you before he realizes that he’s about to spread his mess all over your clean sheets; he reaches for his shirt and uses it as a rag, thank goodness he has clothes to spare here, and he tosses it towards your laundry basket and misses spectacularly. ‘It’s been a slow night, I think I can spare another hour to eat, today means a lot to me, after all,’ he announces to you with a flourish of your spared blanket pulled over your shoulder, his other arm wrapping around your back.
‘Means a lot to me, too,’ you murmur as you sink into the bed, your stomach growling for the dinner it missed, but you can be patient forever when it comes to him, ‘besides, who says that you’re the only one who can go more than once?’
He doesn’t answer, but the way you successfully get his face to turn red again says it all; asking him to live with you really was the best decision you could’ve come up with, and you have absolutely no doubt at all about it as he pins you back to the bed with a truly happy smile.