![]() ![]() Without somebody behind the bar, looking out for him…īut you didn’t need to know about that, really. You loved the place just a little less than he did and hadn’t minded him going on ahead tonight while you stayed in. Grillby’s was as it always was, even with the man himself out for the week on business-good booze, great burgers, and a crowd that only sometimes tried to kill him over his shitty jokes. “Well! What the hell?!” you demand to know, sitting up in bed. Mostly, he’s just really glad to see you. “sorry,” he says, and he is, a little, but mostly… ![]() You breathe a sigh of relief as soon as you realize it’s only him. You were probably half-asleep before that judging by the way you shoot right up and flick on the light, looking all mussed and confused and panicked… It sure spooks you, that’s for damn sure. Still, slamming his elbow into the corner of your dresser and hissing out an instinctive ‘ah, fuck’ was really not the entrance he’d been hoping to make. Not an uncommon occurrence, most especially when he’s had a few-like tonight-but… ← Previous Work Part 2 of Kinktober Next Work → Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 32,686 Chapters: 32/32 Comments: 309 Kudos: 1,826 Bookmarks: 164 Hits: 50,274 Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings. ![]()
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