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jeannyjaykaydeh · 12 days ago

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Alastor x Reader

Light Smut

Here's the story behind my post about Alastor's dexterous skills with his cane, which really turns the reader on.

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Warnings: There are mentions of oral sex and fingering; the reader character has a vagina.

The plot isn't very... plot-heavy? It might be a little poorly written, to be honest.

It's mostly just a very horny reader, with a bit of a spicy ending.

Alastor might be a little out of character.

I still hope you enjoy reading it! :)

It's been a boring day at the Hazbin Hotel. You have finally managed to get out of bed after a long time, washed up, put on some clothes and are now leaving your room to go to the lobby. You actually like autumn, but you have to admit that this time of year always makes you feel a little sluggish.

You wonder if this time of year has the same effect on other souls.

Maybe Angel has some interesting news about some sinners you can gossip about. Or maybe Husk will make you that good tea again that only he can make.

You stride down the grand staircase, keeping an eye out for your friends to make sure they are here to save your boring day.

But instead of your friends, you see him: the radio demon.

Goosebumps of fear spread over your body - he has a cold and sinister aura - and at the same time that cosy, warm feeling rises in your chest that you always get when you see this elegant man in his red coat, which hugs a tall, slim body and makes a secret of what exactly is hidden underneath, but still reveals enough to know that revealing this secret is definitely worthwhile.

Your gaze falls on his feet, which are hidden in elegant oxfords with a discreet heel. Then your eyes travel up his body, which stands upright in a distinguished posture with both hands on the handle of his microphone cane. Over his dark trousers, which emphasise his long legs, then to his shirt, which he never tucks into his trousers, but you have often noticed that he wears a leather belt that fits perfectly with the overall look.

Sometimes, when you are lying in bed at night, you are overcome with fantasy and with it the strong desire to be allowed to help yourself to this belt just once.

On these nights, you imagine him sitting in his armchair in front of the fireplace in his room, lit by the flickering, warm fire that creates a warm atmosphere with its crackling. You imagine yourself kneeling on the floor in front of him, between his legs, while he holds the glowing green chain that binds your soul to him forever and looks at you expectantly after ordering you to open his trousers to satisfy him with your beautiful mouth.

You're almost at the foot of the stairs and you still can't stop staring at Alastor. Now you're looking at the strands of his hair, which rest very neatly in a bob cut almost on his shoulders, framing his handsome face, which is also adorned with his wonderful, captivating eyes that look like glowing rubies.

Oh, damn, you fancy this demon!

And you hate the fact that he seems so unapproachable. Like a mystery that doesn't want to be seen through.

As you start to enjoy his cute antlers sticking out of his fiery red mop of hair, your enjoyment is interrupted when you realise that he has a guest standing in front of him and talking to him. And this guest is none other than Mimzy.

She's been dropping by the hotel a lot these days to visit Alastor.

You can't stand her. She exudes an unpleasant aura towards you.

You know that she doesn't like you either. But you don't know why that is.

The reason is that she can't stand the fact that you have a high status with Alastor - which you don't know either. And he probably doesn't either.

But Mimzy recognises it. The way he looks at you and how his usually bitter smile turns into a warm expression as soon as you're near him. How his pupils dilate when you talk to him. And he talks about you a lot. Almost all the time, in fact.

How Mimzy wished she could have been looked at like that by Alastor when she was alive. But she could go to great lengths to make her way into his otherwise dark heart, but she never made it. He successfully stopped her. Time and time again.

And now that place in his cold, dead heart is occupied. This powerful, self-absorbed jerk has let you in there without you realising it.

"Ah, good day, my dear. It's a real pleasure to finally see you among the more lively characters in this hotel" Alastor greets you with genuine joy, which Mimzy only comments on with a discontented grumble.

"Hi" you reply shyly and immediately head for the lobby sofa, which is a little further away from the bar where the two twenties chatterboxes are standing.

But the radio demon doesn't find your aloof attitude particularly pleasant. When you sit down on the sofa, he asks: "Why don't you join us, y/n? It would be a pleasure to pour you a drink and enjoy a nice chat with you."

Your gaze wanders to Mimzy, who seems rather unhappy about her friend's invitation. That alone is reason enough for you to approach them with a provocative grin and join in their conversation.

Angel and Husk aren't here anyway and maybe the two flappers will manage to get you out of your boredom.

But you realise now that you've made a mistake.

Firstly, there is Alastor's immediate proximity. His scent has such a beguiling effect on you that you feel as if you've been catapulted into another dimension.

The arousal in your body increases, you feel the moisture spreading between your legs and soaking your panties with this warm, clear juice.

You try very hard to listen to Alastor, but it seems almost impossible.

And then comes the final signal that you can forget any attempt to concentrate on this conversation when you suddenly notice his hand skilfully twirling the microphone cane between his fingers.

You watch these movements intently and are impressed by his skill.

You've often noticed that he spins his walking stick between his fingers from time to time, but it's only at this moment that you realise how incredibly good he is at it.

You don't take your eyes off his hand. Impressed by the skill of his nimble fingers, you dive into your fantasy world in which you imagine that the radio demon is pleasuring you with these fingers.

That he pushes them inside you and explores every single spot of your wet temple until he finds the one that really excites you.

Meanwhile, he rubs your clitoris with his thumb to drive you to absolute ecstasy.

You imagine him looking deep into your eyes and repeatedly mentioning how beautiful he thinks you are while he drives you crazy with his dexterity in your dripping wet, delicious pussy.

Your whole body tenses up at the thought, your loins burn with desire for this man and your desire to be satisfied by him grows stronger and stronger.

You want nothing more than to belong to him for just one night, and you would even make the dirtiest, most sinful deal with him.

"Hey, he asked you a question, bitch!" Mimzy yells at you and snaps you out of your forbidden daydream.

You look at his annoyed face, then at Alastor, who looks at you in a patronising, expectant way.

"Would you come with me to Cannibal Town later, my dear? I'd like to go for a walk in the park and wouldn't mind your company."

You turn bright red and almost compete with the radio demon's coat.

"I..." you stammer, embarrassed. You can feel Alastor and Mimzy's eyes on you and it feels as if they have read your thoughts and seen this naughty film in your head.

"Excuse me. I have to go" you say suddenly and immediately turn round and hurry back up the stairs to your room.

When you get there, you close the door loudly behind you, lean against it and, completely out of breath, you try to calm down from everything that has just happened.

You wait.

And wait.

Until your breathing gradually settles down again.

When you realise that you can breathe normally again, you sink to the floor, your knees pulled up close to your body, your arms folded on your knees and your head buried in them.

That was probably the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you.

Fuck!

Why did that even have to happen?

Suddenly you are torn from your stream of thought when there is a knock on the door behind you.

The knock sounds like the hand of a strong man. It sounds firm and authoritative. The sound of the knock alone tells you who is on the other side of the door.

You roll your eyes in despair - why did he have to follow you now?

You quickly get up from the floor, smooth out your clothes and hair to bring some order back to your rumpled appearance and then open the door.

The radio demon smiles down at you and before you can even think about inviting him in, he confidently and naturally makes his way past you into your room. As he stops in the room, he turns round on the heel of his shoe in an elegant turn towards you, stops in front of you in an upright, distinguished posture and places his hands on the handle of his walking stick.

You close the door.

"Hello, my dear" he greets you with a certain irony in his voice, which is accompanied by a radio filter.

You look at him with narrowed eyes. You mistrust him in a way, especially when he grins at you with his arrogant manner, as he is doing at this moment.

You don't say anything. You don't have to, because it's Alastor who keeps talking as he crosses his arms behind his back with his walking stick and starts pacing around your room, looking around as if he's looking for something that will tell him more about you: "You're probably wondering why I'm here. Well, that's a very good question, after you removed yourself from our conversation rather quickly."

He casts a scrutinising glance over his shoulder at you to see your reaction.

You look to the side, embarrassed.

What should you say when he asks you why you suddenly left?

He approaches you and infiltrates your personal space. He gets so close to you that you can almost feel his breath on your face as he bores his gaze into yours to force the truth.

But you try to avoid the truth for now by stammering, suppressing your heavy breathing with excitement: "I... I was expecting an important call."

Slowly, Alastor steps closer to you and pushes you backwards. He sighs in disappointment and shakes his head in judgement. Then he says, "Y/n, you should know that I don't like being lied to at all."

You are stopped by a wall and are forced to stand still while the radio demon stands directly in front of you, barely leaving any space between you and pinning you to the wall.

Your heart beats ever more wildly against your chest. Partly from fear. Partly from excitement.

You breathe in his beguiling scent as he looks at you insistently.

His gaze seems dark, his smile sinister and then he asks something you wish he'd never asked: "Why were you staring at me like that earlier, hm? Do you think I don't recognise a woman's lustful gaze when it's directed at me?"

Your cheeks flush heavily and you feel the moisture spreading through your lower region again.

You can't help but find this moment more erotic than scary.

You avert your eyes from him in an attempt to hide your shame.

But what's wrong with him? Since when has he been like this?

"Nuh-uh-uh. Don't be shy, my dear."

Suddenly he lets go of you.

He takes a little distance from you and with a meaningful grin - his eyes still fixed on you - he raises his walking stick with one hand, the other behind his back, while he stands in a distinguished posture.

And then he starts twirling the cane.

You look at his hand. At his fingers. You watch these talented movements closely and you don't realise that you are biting your lower lip suggestively as you involuntarily imagine these gifted fingers moving inside you.

"From the first time I saw the wicked look on your face, I immediately realised why you are so taken with the way I twirl my cane. And that's exactly why I always do it whenever you're near me" he murmurs in a dark voice.

Excuse me?

Your eyes widen in shock. Your mouth is slightly open, as if you want to say something back, but you are completely lost for words.

He brings his hand to your cheek, brushes a few strands of hair from your face with his thumb and now you can feel his excited breath as it caresses your delicate skin.

"I'm enjoying seeing how much you want me, sweetheart" he says with a static rush of pleasure.

"Go on, say it!" he suddenly commands you and you understand exactly what he wants from you. With trembling lips, you breathe a shy but lustful "I... I want you, Alastor" as you savour his touch on your cheek.

You reach for his hand, bring it to your mouth, close your eyes and spread a few kisses on his palm while breathing excitedly.

Suddenly, the radio demon tears himself away from you to place his hand on the back of your neck, pull you towards him and press an intimate, sensitive and hot kiss to your lips.

Your tongues dance together as if they have always longed to do so, his bittersweet saliva mingles with yours and you love the taste of it spreading through your mouth. Sometimes you feel his razor-sharp teeth running dangerously but carefully over the sensitive skin of your lower lip, hinting at slight bites of desire.

Then you pause to look into each other's eyes. When you open your eyes, you see that his antlers have grown larger.

He gently strokes your head and cheek and then runs his thumb over your lower lip.

"Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours when you watch me" he says in his radio filter voice.

You gather all your courage - your strong desire for him helps you a lot - and you reply in a low voice: "I... I want you to finger me."

A dark chuckle comes from Alastor and the corners of his mouth turn upwards into a cheeky and triumphant grin.

Then he speaks: "Uh-huh! So that's what you are. It's not like you to hide such sinful thoughts behind that innocent-looking soul. But it seems to me that this season is turning us both into wayward sinners."

Suddenly he grabs you, spins you around, pushes you across the room and then gives you a shove so that you land on the bed with a swing.

Immediately afterwards, he climbs onto the bed with you, bends over you and soon you can feel his hand moving down your body to tug at your trousers. Goose bumps spread under the beads of sweat from your sexual energy.

"Now then. Your wish is my command, darling" he whispers to you with a satisfied and lustful smile.

Joy spreads through you, you smile back as you wrap your arms around him and pull him towards you for another deep kiss.

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roosterbruiser · 2 years ago

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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"I wanna meet your dad."

You freeze.

Jake is staring up at you with his brows drawn together, with his mouth in a tight line--though you can see that a tentative smile is starting to tug at his lips. There are little beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, his cheeks flushes that pretty pink you like so much. He's gripping your naked hips, holding you down on him, and he was bucking his hips into yours a moment ago but he's still now.

"You've...met my dad," you say, shaking your head softly, throwing your hair over your shoulders.

You're panting now--you were licking the heels of another orgasm, so close you could taste it. It's fading fast, a fleeting thing that's exiting stage right as Jake pulls you stage left.

"Yeah, I know," Jake breathes, pressing his forehead against yours and pressing a few chaste kisses to your lips. He groans softly when you wriggle, just enough for his cock to pulse. "But like I want to...meet him."

He's seated deeply inside you, filling you up so perfectly that it makes you wanna cry--and yes, you have told him that and yes, it did go to his head but yes, you don't really mind anymore--and he's securing your stillness with the capable palms of his hands. He's stroking your hip bones absently, the way he always does.

Jake didn't even know that he liked to touch--or, honestly, to be touched--until he started spending his evenings with you. Now he wants to touch you in any and every capacity, all the time, everywhere. His arms around your waist as you bake cookies in his kitchen, his lips against your shoulder as you wash your face at night, his hand on the small of your back as you walk through the foyer, his foot nudging yours under the desk in the briefing room.

"Jake," you whisper, adjusting again--which makes the both of you moan lowly--and pressing your lips to his forehead. "Maybe we could talk about this later?"

Jake nods, cheeks pink. He knows he should bring it up really...any other time. But you don't really like to talk about your dad--and he gets it, he respects it. You spend all day listening to everyone talk about him dying and come to Jake's house to find solace in his company. He doesn't want to force anything on you.

And really, he didn't mean to start thinking about it right now of all times, but it's just something that happened. When you came to his house tonight, just after eight o'clock as usual, he could tell that you'd been crying. And when he'd started to coo at you, pushing your hair behind your ears, trying to coax some sort of admission out of you, you'd kissed him with a hunger that only he knew how to quench. Who was he to deny you? Especially when your lips were so minty and your body was aching for him so bad and he hadn't touched you hardly at all today.

So as the two of you trampled to the living room, feverishly kissing each other's open throats and tearing clothes off two at a time, he wondered about the cause of your tears. Really, he knew. Your dad--it's always your dad. And he knows that it isn't going to be long now. He'd looked it up; most people who start hospice live about three weeks. It'd been two since your dad started.

And just as you were totally bare before him in the glow of the television and nothing else, just as Jake brought his mouth down to your nipples, just as you cried his name and raked your fingers through his hair the way that drives him crazy--the thought occurred to him.

Your dad won't be here for someone--maybe him if he plays his cards right--to ask his permission to marry you. Your dad isn't going to walk you down the aisle. Your dad will never meet any of his grandchildren.

He has one foot out the door and you're living everyday like it's his last but still pushing through your own life because that's what you have to do. Jake understands this. He gets it.

And even though he wrapped your hair around his fist a moment ago and started a merciless assault on your clit the way he knows you like, he has the sudden urge to be very gentle with you. He can't think about all the nasty things he's said to you in the past--really, it makes him nauseous and keeps him up at night, even if you're tucked into his side--so he whispers your name and tells you what a good girl you are.

You're just trying to survive, your orgasm approaching with a suddenness that leaves you genuinely quaking in his arms. Your eyes are clamped shut in ecstasy and your skin is goosed and your cheeks are frying.

"Let go, baby," Jake was whispering to you, his breath hot against your chest. "Give it to me, baby. I've got you, I'll take it."

And just as you knew you were being tipped over the edge, just as you were about to cum on his fingers, you opened your eyes to look at him. He liked to look at you when you came--you knew that and you gave it to him regularly. Recently, you were starting to think that it had less to do with ego and more to do with affection, though. But when you looked down at him, all those planes of rippling muscle and tan skin, the breath was knocked out of your lungs. Because even in the dim light in the living room, even though your eyes were bleary and your mind was buzzing, you saw the softness in which he gazed upon you. His sweet, green eyes were glossy and swimming with something that was achingly close to love. His brows were knit just so, just that tiny bit, and his mouth was parted and wet.

When you met his eyes, your fingernails embedded in the skin of his arm, he smiled very softly.

"Cum for me, baby," he whispered and it proved wildly effective.

You did cum for him, crying out his name, writhing on his lap. There was something so delicious about him giving you pleasure with no expectation. You weren't even touching his cock, but you knew he was hard. Just him touching you made him hard.

And as you came down from that first orgasm, mind still reeling from his gaze and his touch, he muttered little bits of affection towards you until you were dizzy. You collapsed onto him, laughing dryly, trying to catch your breath. Instead of picking your hips up and pushing into you, instead of pushing you that much further, he wrapped his arms around you. It was something he was careful about doing, choosing his moments wisely, and you didn't shy away when he stroked your hair.

"Y'alright?" He muttered softly.

You nodded into his neck, wrapping your arms around him, too.

"Fine," you told him. "You ready to go?"

And now, right now, he's staring back at you with those soft eyes again. He looks mildly embarrassed for having brought up your dying dad while filling you to the hilt and it makes a pang of chest radiate through your chest. Because despite yourself--and your best efforts--you don't like Jake to feel embarrassed. You don't like him to feel anything but happy and good. This is all new, achingly new, but you know that with every little hair on your body.

"Yeah, I--sorry, I was just..." he starts to ramble, absolutely wanting to kick himself for bringing it up right now. He leans forward, starts to feverishly kiss you again, but you're smiling now.

"Slow down," you whisper. Both of you choose to ignore the fact that he's inside you right now. "It's really--it's okay. Don't be sorry."

He nods, biting his lip. He pushes your hair behind your ears, the way he's been doing for a while now, the way you like so much. And then he smiles softly. You're waiting for him to continue his thoughts and he's trying to gather them.

"I just thought I could meet him. You know...as your," Jake shrugs, swallowing hard and shrugging, "boyfriend. If that's, like, what you want."

You're tingling now. The two of you haven't had an explicit discussion about what your label is. You haven't been explicitly hiding it around base, some less-than-subtle glances and lower back grazes here and there, but you haven't been broadcasting this from the rooftops either. You've just been in your own little world together.

You've known for a while now that this is more than just fucking--you can tell, he can tell. But you didn't think he'd want this. You didn't think Jake Seresin was the kind of guy to settle in, settle down.

But he's been exceeding your expectations for a while now.

"Boyfriend, huh?" You whisper, a grin tugging at your lips. "You sure you wanna get involved with...all of this?"

He knows you're trying to make the situation seem less serious. He knows you're trying to kid with him, trying to get him to crack a grin. But he doesn't smile. He just keeps looking into your pretty eyes and nods, very seriously.

"Yes," he simply says. "I'm sure."

Your heart stutters. You could press him. You could tell him the Hell your life has been since your dad's cancer came back. You could tell him about your terrible third cousins that you're almost certain are stealing your mom's silver. You could tell him about your sister and the way she's been drinking a bottle of wine every night in the name of grief. You could tell him about your dad's unwillingness to accept that things are a fucking mess right now. You could tell him about how badly you want your dad to stay--how you're so afraid of what will happen when he's gone that it's almost unthinkable.

But looking at Jake now, looking at him look at you with those fucking green eyes, you know that he won't scare off. Not that easily. It would be a fruitless attempt if you tried.

"Okay," you bite your lip, nodding. "Yeah, okay. Yes, let's do it."

Jake can't help himself--he kisses you, kisses you with a grin on his face, kisses you with a giddiness that has you laughing, kisses you with a sweetness that makes your toes curl.

"Good," he mumbles against your lips, shaking his head softly. "I won't let you down, okay? I promise."

You hold his cheeks, brows knit slightly. You're making him look you in the eyes and for a moment, he's worried that he's upset you. But then you just tut.

"Jake," you whisper to him, "I wasn't worried about you letting me down. Not even a little bit."

✧ ✧ ✧

You're nervous. Even though you know you shouldn't be, you're nervous. Maybe it's because your house is so quiet right now--like quieter than it's been in months. Your mother, the saint that she is, had sensed your nerves and somehow managed to get all of your family out of the house for a movie and lunch.

So it's just you and your dad as you wait for Jake.

Maybe you're nervous because your dad hasn't ever met any of your boyfriends before. And despite this feeling in your gut that knows better than you do, you're worried that it's too new. You've only been official for a few days. Your shower encounter was almost three months ago--maybe you should start counting from there.

Or maybe you're nervous because this feels like an ending of sorts that you are wildly unprepared for. You know that Jake is doing this because this is his only opportunity. You know that he's doing the right thing meeting your dad, trying to do right by you and Ice. But it still feels like this is an ending you're ill-equipped for. Really, you're not prepared for any ending. At the very least--you're readying yourself for your father's death.

But for him to meet Jake as your boyfriend for the first time, for them to shake hands and agree that you're something special, it makes your heart ache. If things keep going the way they're going with Jake now--good, just blindingly good--you think it might break your heart even more to know that Ice will never meet Jake as anything but your very new boyfriend. Never a fiancé, never a husband. You know you're getting ahead of yourself, really you do, but when your dad is dying--you have all the time in the world to get ahead of yourself.

A sudden tapping takes you out of your swimming mind and drops you down in the big chair beside your father's bed. He's awake, and more than that, he's knocking on the wooden table beside him to get your attention.

"Hey, dad," you whisper, sitting up a bit straighter. You make it a point to not cry in front of him, like you always have, so you're all smiles as you lean forward. "You're up!"

Ice nods, mustering a tired smile for you. He points to his hair with an eyebrow perched and watches your grin spread.

"Lookin' good," you tell him. "No bedhead here."

He nods, settling into his pillows.

"Can I get you anything? Water?"

He shakes his head. He's been up for a little while. When he came to, blinking himself out of a fitful sleep, he just watched you for a while. His daughter--his precious, sweet daughter--so pensive. You've always been pensive; you get it from him. But as he watched you chew on your lip, glazed eyes gazing out the window, he knew there was something you weren't saying. There was something you weren't saying for his sake; he knows this. He's always been able to read you like an open book.

And even now as you smile at him, Sarah's smile, he knows it's just between your teeth. Ice knows he's dying--he's accepted this. He's lived a good life, raised good kids, loved a good woman. He's okay with this being the bookend of a very fruitful life. But what he has not accepted is leaving you all behind. He has no accepted putting you in a position where you can't cry in front of him, a position that makes his other daughter drink too much, a position that makes your once-peaceful home a revolving door for strange family. He has always been a provider and protector; it's hard for him to sit back and wait.

He makes sure you're looking at him when he signs it: what's wrong, flower?

You smile. He's called you that since you were little.

"I'm fine," you say with a soft smile. "Nervous, maybe. But fine."

Ice gives you a pointed look--one that makes your heart falter. Of course he can tell that you're lying. He always can.

Tell me. Humor an old man.

As if to prove his age, he pretends to cough wearily. You laugh. He's always been able to make you laugh--even when you want to cry.

"I don't wanna worry you," you tell him, wringing your hands.

Ice scoffs, waving you off.

I'm a retired Admiral. Don't flatter yourself.

You're laughing again. Ice smiles--he loves that sound. He's going to miss it.

So now you look at him, your face softening in the glow of the sun. And you can feel that you're going to be honest with him. Like the kind of honest that makes your teeth hurt. You can't lie to him. You can't say everything's okay.

"I'm scared," you admit.

It's the most honest you've been with him in week. Honestly, it's the most honest anyone's been with him in weeks. And Ice relishes in that honesty for a moment. It's such a simple thing to tell him, but he knows that it was hard for you to say it. There's that courage you've always had, the one that makes you tough enough to fly F-18s.

I'm not. Ice smiles very gently. Lived well. Loved good.

There are already tears clouding your vision. You nod, sniffing, but continue.

"Are you ready, dad?"

He thinks for a moment. Of course he isn't ready to leave you--any of you. He's going to miss cashmere blankets and the sun on his face. He's going to miss the scent of leather and good Scotch. He's going to miss Sarah's snores and playing charades after big dinners. But he's been sick for a long time; he's tired.

I'm tired. Ice nods, sighing before continuing. Don't feel good.

You nod. You keep nodding. He knows you're about to crack. And he's right--as soon as you bring your hands up, your lips begin to quiver. A few tears stream down your face.

"I'm not ready for you to go."

Ice already knows this. He knows. And it's a strange sort of pleasure and pain that fills him up that someone has finally said it. All of you, his sweet women, have been putting on brave faces for him. Telling him that you understand, that it's okay. But here you are, being so honest with him the way you used to be, the way you've been trying to hold back.

You're proper weeping now, sniffling and wiping your eyes with your shirtsleeve. You're blinking at this force of a man, this man that used to carry you on his shoulders around Top Gun and let you sit in his jet, and feeling an overwhelming loss wash over you. Time is running out. You both know it. And you're not ready for him to go. You're really, really not.

I know. Ice signs, shaking his head softly. But you're gonna have to be.

He signs this with softness. He's never been anything but soft with you and your sister and your mom. You know he's just telling you what you need to hear.

"I'm scared that I'll mess up. I'm scared I'll make the wrong choices. You tell me when I'm wrong. You tell me when people are good or bad, dad. What am I going to do? How am I going to live?" You're rambling--you know it. But you can't stop it now that it's started. "What am I going to go, dad? Tell me."

It feels good to let it off your chest. All of these things you've kept buried deep with the help of Jake.

Ice clears his throat.

Fuck it.

You laugh--partly in shock and partly in wonder.

"What?" You sputter.

Ice smiles softly.

That's how you live. You mess up. You let the bad people in. You make the wrong choice. You drink too much. You don't sleep enough. You get bad haircuts. You order the wrong coffee. You get in trouble. You cry. You say mean things. You fight. You nap. Fuck it.

Your chest is aching now. Thoroughly aching. You wish you could write all this down, that you could have it in his pretty script, but you know in your heart that not a word of this will fade from your memory.

"Fuck it?" You ask tearfully.

He nods, clearing his throat.

"Fuck it," he whispers.

His voice is gravely and rough and you know that it hurts him. You know that this is probably the last time you'll ever hear him speak. You want to laugh, but a bigger part of you wants to cry.

Ice watches you carefully. You look so much like a little girl right now. That hard-headed little thing that followed him all around the house, picking up his heavy pens and scribbling on his nice card-stock just to be like him. The little girl that threw a tantrum for Sarah when she took you to get shots but wouldn't let a single tear fall when he took you. You're the strongest person he's ever known. He doesn't know where you get it from.

I love you. He continues signing. I would stay if I could. For you. For your sister. For your mom.

You nod, sighing, still weeping. Your fingers are numb with grief.

"I love you, dad," you whisper. You know that it won't be the last time you tell him that.

That's precisely when Jake finally gets the nerve to knock on the front door. He's nervous, too, but he isn't going to let it show. He's been practicing his handshake with Rooster for the better part of an afternoon and asked Phoenix what he should bring. He let Bob of all people pick his outfit--in exchange for Hangman telling him what's going on between the two of you--and he called Coyote on the way over for a pep talk.

So now he's standing on the front porch of your family home with a bouquet of flowers he doesn't even know the name of and a bottle of wine he's certain is more expensive than his car.

But then you open the door and in all your softness, your red eyes and your swollen lips and your messy hair, he relaxes. It's you. It's you and he knows you and he wants to do the right thing so that's why he's doing this. And that makes it easier.

"Hey," he says softly. "Is this the Kazansky residence?"

You bite your lip, wiping a stray tear. You don't feel ashamed about them anymore. Fuck it.

"If I say yes, are you gonna run for the hills?"

He grins. You've already managed to calm the erratic beat of his heart just by being here, just by being in his direct line of sight. He sees your tears, but he somehow knows that you don't need to be coddled right now. He knows you're okay. You look like you've released a breath that's been held for months.

"Not even a little," he promises.

You're eyeing the flowers now. Bluebells--they're your favorite.

"Those for me?"

Jake hands them to you very carefully, watching the pink in your cheeks spread when you inhale their scent.

"You're beautiful," he finally whispers.

He wishes that he hadn't waited so long to say it to you. It's the first thing he should've said when you opened the door. Hell, it's the first thing he should've said to you when he saw you.

You smile at him, pretending to roll your eyes.

"It's not me you have to butter up," you tease, nodding for him to come inside. "It's my dad, remember?"

Jake is feeling less and less nervous the farther you two venture into your home. It smells like you--or maybe you smell like the house--and it's crowded with photographs and comfy couches and big windows. He likes it--he can imagine that it was a good place to grow up. He can just about imagine you running around the halls with your little brows furrowed, chasing some poor but good-natured dog.

"Don't put those in a vase," he says, his hand falling onto your lower back. "I'll get it, okay?"

You just nod, biting your lip. A man after your own heart.

Just before you're about to guide him into your father's room, where you know he's waiting for you, Jake cups your cheek. Silently, he thumbs away a mostly-dried tear. He doesn't prod, doesn't ask what the tears are for. He won't make you tell him anything you aren't ready for.

And for that--you kiss him. It's a kiss that's becoming more common in your relationship now, one that doesn't always lead to sex, one that is just for the sake of closeness.

"Hope your dad is ready to have his socks knocked off," Jake whispers against your lips, nuzzling his nose against yours. "Cause I'm about to charm them off his feet."

You want to roll your eyes--but instead you laugh.

"I'll lead the way," you offer.

He has even relinquished his nerves entirely when he walks into your father's bedroom. And he's met Ice a couple times, mainly at ceremonies or in passing at galas, but never anything like this. His heart starts to race but then you take his hand and squeeze it and suddenly the world is right again.

"Dad," you start softly, smiling at Ice, who is sitting up straighter in bed now. "You've met Lieutenant Seresin before, yeah?"

Ice nods, motioning for the two of you to come to his bedside. Jake follows you wordlessly, plastering a smile to his face--a charming one, one that could make even grown men swoon.

"Pleasure to meet you again, sir," Jake says, saluting.

Ice smiles and gestures for him to fall at ease. And then Ice reaches out for Jake's hand--and Jake just about trips over himself to shake it.

This is the moment him and Rooster have been waiting for.

You watch on with a fond smile, feeling lighter and heavier at the same time. You're glad you were honest with your dad--but it's still a whole lot of truth to swallow in a short amount of time.

Ice lets go of Jake's hand and catches your gaze.

Good grip.

You smile, holding your hand against Jake's lower back.

"He says you've got a good handshake," you tell Jake, who's watching with a small smile. "That's a pretty high compliment from someone that's shaken the hand of two presidents."

Ice knocks on the table, his brows furrowed.

He holds up three fingers with his lips pursed.

"Sorry," you chuckle. "Three presidents."

Jake laughs, too. He can see where you get your sense of humor from now. That and your attitude.

You tell Jake to sit in the chair and he does, wanting very badly to pull you down over his lap, but knowing better. You perch yourself on the arm of the chair and fight the urge to comb your fingers through Jake's hair.

How long?

"He's asking us how long we've been together--?"

Ice shakes his head again.

How long as he been in love with you?

You gape at your father, your cheeks instantly flooding. Your heart is suddenly racing and you're narrowing your eyes at him, shaking your head. He's smiling at you, something between a grin and a smirk, and he just shrugs.

Ice is only kidding around with you--partly. But he knows that you're falling in love with Jake. He can read it all over your face, the same way he could read it all over your mother's face. You're wistful and sweet, prancing around the house, smiling down at your phone. He knows it. And just seeing the way Jake is looking up at you now, something dazzling in his gaze, Ice knows that Jake isn't far behind if not up ahead.

"You're bad," you hiss playfully. "Why don't you start with some lighter conversation? Like how was your afternoon?"

Jake's heart is squeezing watching you talk to your father. He can see it, clear as day, that you admire your father. You love him. He knows how difficult this is all going to be. And usually, that would scare him. It would send him running for the hills. But right now, the only place he can imagine being is right here; next to you.

Ice sighs, shrugging. He signs again and you laugh. Jake watches on, amused.

"He says I'm no fun," you say with a fond smile. "Jake thinks I'm great fun."

Jake finds himself nodding, letting his hand rest on your lower back. He strokes the skin there softly, content in just feeling you against his skin. It soothes you, too--just knowing that he's here and he's close.

It goes swimmingly, really--like better than you could've imagined it going. Your father is on his best behavior and Jake is, too. Jake is charming--more charming than you care to admit. You act as your father's translator, hardly getting through a conversation about cigars and scotch. Jake presses his hand to yours the entire three hours he's there, squeezing you to check in on you every now and then. And you're smiling, lighter than you've felt in a long time.

So when you're at the front door, tangled in each other's arms, you feel like crying again just from the relief and the grief of it all. It's over--that was the first and the last time.

"Thank you," you whisper to Jake, pressing your forehead against his. "It means a lot to me. I'm sure you didn't want to--!"

Jake kisses you, shaking his head. He tucks hair behind your ear, kisses your nose and cheeks.

"Hey, it was my idea, remember?" He whispers. "You can't take the credit for this one."

It's the perfect thing for him to say--it's enough to make you laugh and just enough to keep you from crying. You kiss him again, holding him tight.

"I'll see you in a bit, okay?" You whisper to him. "Gonna help my mom make dinner and then I'll head over."

Jake nods, kissing your forehead.

"Okay," he whispers. "I've got a bottle of wine with your name on it, sugar."

And it's after a few more kisses, after you've waved him off, after you let your heart settle in your chest again, that you walk back into your father's room. He's waiting for you, has even scooted over to make space for you.

Wordlessly, you climb into bed beside him. He puts his arms around you and you lay on his frail chest. You've always been a daddy's girl--this position is familiar. It brings a warm, warm comfort that you can feel in your bones.

For a long time, neither of you speak. The house is quiet. His breathing is shallow. His heartbeat is steady. You're not crying anymore.

"What'd you think?" You ask finally, your voice hushed. "About Jake."

Ice is still relishing in holding you. He hasn't held you in too long. He hates that father's stop holding their daughter's when they grow up. He's thinking that if he could live his life again, he would hold you everyday. But he can't, so he just keeps you close to him and hums softly.

You look up at him and he smiles down at you.

Kiss-ass.

You pat his chest softly, laughing.

Ice hopes that he can still hear that laugh when he gets to where he's going. It would be mighty lonesome to never hear it again.

He's good. He loves you.

You're blushing now, shaking your head and biting your lip. It's almost too much to think about. Your dad is dying--you can't think about Hangman being in love with you.

"It's new," you tell your dad, your voice thin. "Like, really new."

Ice waves you off.

Doesn't matter.

You nod. Him and Sarah famously got married after knowing each other for four months.

You think hard about it now, chewing your lip. Maybe this dizzy way you feel is you falling in love. Maybe this is why there are butterfly wings in your veins. Maybe this is why your tongue gets thick with tears when you think about the color of Jake's eyes or the gatorade in his fridge. God, you've been in love before--here and there--and you've always known immediately. But there is so much happening in your life, so many moments you're worried are going to be the last, that you haven't even stopped to consider it.

And usually you can tell when boys are in love with you. But the more you think about it, Jake's displayed all the tell-tale symptoms. He's soft with you, never grasping you harder than he would a baby bird. He makes you cum before you even touch him. He kisses your eyelids when he thinks you're asleep. He knows your favorite drink. He always saves a spot for you at every table. He likes to hold your hand in the car.

But now, in the safety and comfort of your father's arms, the realization dawns on you. Shit. Jake is in love with you. And you're pretty sure you're in love with him, too.

"And what if we are in love? What do I do next?"

Your father smiles--it's good to see him smile.

Fuck it.

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cinellieroll · 8 months ago

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☆ random obey me headcanons part 4!

satan and diavolo ♡

part one (lucifer, mammon and simeon)

part two (asmodeus, levi and barbatos)

part three (beelzebub, belphegor and solomon)

small note: last part is here wooh! i apologize i wasn't able to add the others. i just didn't know what to put for theirs bc im big idiot. i might make some of them soon tho! i'll probably make aot headcanons next but there will be delays bc exams are next week 😔 i'll also plan on putting more characters in one post next time so stay tuned!

☆ satan:

- likes friv.com, y8 games and papa games.

- picked up the habit of meowing out of nowhere when he's bored or enters his room. only does it when he's alone ofcourse because no way he'll let others see him like this. (everyone knows he does it they just don't say anything)

- he really liked enola holmes and other movies where it has detectives. it just riles him up more and more and wishes a hard ass case will just appear in the devildom already so he'll be first in the scene.

- don't get me started on how many times this man has tripped on his pile of books. he never really learned his lesson and just kept the books on the floor because he enjoys watching cats step on each one

- watches mat pat theories with you and levi. that's when he genuinely started gaining interest in games and sometimes fear he'll end up like levi one day.

- before he was able to manage his anger, he used to pull on his hair really hard. he'd have bald spots for years. thankfully he takes care of it now and it's perfectly luscious and soft.

- gets pissed when he sees people leaving pens uncapped like this is a waste of ink

- also gets pissed when his brothers leave the bathroom door open. he'll use his sleeve to cover his hand and close the door like a clean freak (i do the same thing)

- snores really loud when he sleeps on the couch. yes, the couch not his own bed. the couch.

☆ diavolo:

- he finds pleasure in buying a lot of unnecessary stuff. never learns from his lesson and just kept buying little trinkets and giving silly excuses for it.

- "but barbatos! doesn't this pig just look so cute on my office table? look! i even bought 300 packs of those tea leaves you ordered last time! isn't that great :D?"

- "my lord those tea leaves cost 100k grimm each-"

- he loves to spoil people so much it's so insane. you mentioned you like tanghulus? he ordered barbatos to make 20 of them. oh you really liked that furry coat made by a famous designer? he just bought you 5 pairs of it in different colors. your welcome.

- he likes onesies

- takes really long showers as well. he recently caught up to this thing called an "everything shower" and got invested. now he can't go on with his day without using body washes, oils and cleansers. a demon prince always has to be fresh and well maintained.

- he's always very excited to see you so when he rushes for a hug it's required to pick you up. who cares if he gets scolded by barbatos or receives a glare from belphie? you enjoy it and so does he!

- beautiful thick thighs and ass cheeks it makes me go what the fuck papi chulo

- enjoys the idea of cosplaying. doesn't care what he wears as long as gets to go out and dress up as a character. a dinosaur? sure! princess diavolo?! say less!

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darling--angst · 2 months ago

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Ft. Tecchuo Suihiro

Tecchuo Suihiro's relationship alphabet {A,B,D}

Affections

Mostly shows affection at home, like to shower you with: kisses, hugs, care, love, whatever you need name it, he'll give it.

I believe that he isn't the type to be lovey dovey with his s/o work or at public but will and can be.

He always makes sure to give you a kiss before sleeping in your shared bed.

Loves it when you spend time with him. In fact, he's happy just to be with you.

Scenario: You were sitting on the couch, it was early morning on one of the days both you and Tecchuo had day-offs. Flipping through the pages of a book you longed to read, you took a sip of your coffee. The door of your shared door creaked along with the wooden floor, looking where the noise came from; you say Tecchuo. He was sleepy and is still on his pajamas wearing a white t-shirt that showed his muscles and black loose pants. He walked over to you and gave you a hug in the neck from your back. You gently smiled at his pretty bed head, he buried his head on the crook of your neck. You gave him a peck on the cheek, your nose brushing against the side of his face.

"G'Morning Hiro" You said with a smile. "Hello love..." He inhaled your scent before kissing your collarbone. The two of you sat like that for a while, before he did some routines. After a while, he returned and flopped down to the couch beside you.

"What are you reading?" He curiously asked, you leaned your head on his shoulder as you continuously read before replying: "A good novel by Natsume Soseki" .

"What's it about?" He leaned on your head, looking over the book that you held in your hands.

You chuckled lightly sending him in a confusion. "How about we read it together then? Afterall I'm only starting" You smiled and moved your eyes to meet his.

"That would be great.." He formed an unconscious smile.

You both spent hours reading the book, cuddling up in the couch. Giving a few pecks to each other, a few laughs, and smiles. He was hugging you, and you used each other as your own personal pillows.

Breakfast

Makes sure to brew you your coffee before work.

Definitely wakes up earlier than you and prepares breakfast.

He cannot cook sophisticated dishes, he always makes you sandwiches so you won't starve at work.

He can cook basic food but ends up making his weird food combinations.

Cooked you eggs and bacons one time and it ended up well.

Scenario: You woke up with an empty space beside you. As your vision cleared up, the smell of fried and toasted bacons hit your nose, you were quick to figure out it was Tecchuo and the fact that it is Monday also. You folded the blanket and fix your bed as fast as you could just so that you could sot up to look at the time on your phone that was resting on your bedstand, as you looked, you could only have widened eyes at the time. You rushed outside your shared bedroom to be met with Tecchuo, wearing his uniform and an apron while he cooked. He turned around to see you but ended up seeing your messy and unready state while you looked at him, who was wearing his uniform with no wrinkles and his hair perfectly combed comparable to your bed head.

"Good Morning Hiro" You looked away in embarrassment

"Good Morning love" He lightly chuckled at you with the corner of his lips slightly moving upwards.

You cleared your voice before you headed to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and washed your face. You changed your oversized shirt to your uniform, stepping out you were met with Tecchuo waiting in a chair like a puppy while across the table was food. Your eyes met his and you had a look of apology while he only smiled, sitting up and dragging a chair to make room for you to sit, you obliged and sat down. Noticing your favorite coffee you looked up to Tecchuo with a smile.

"You've made my coffee.?" You asked in which he responded with a small nod.

"Thank you Hiro!" You sat up and gave him peck on the lips.

He was taken aback at first, regaining his composure he smiled. A faint tint of red visible on his cheeks and ears.

Dates

Dates with Tecchuo is rare, romantic, and simple.

A house date would suffice, dinner or watching a movie; it's always one of the two, sometimes both.

Dinner date: You will make something that you both agreed on, he'll prepare the table and you will eat together. He'll clean and pack up the dishes for you.

Scenario: It was a cold Sunday night and you and your boyfriend decided to have a romantic dinner together. You were frying some tempura shrimps as a side dish. You were almost finished cooking now, you cooked some rice, made some sushi, noodle soup, tofu, and some fried string beans. Suddenly, a pair of arms hugged your from behind and a chin rested on your shoulder.

"That smells so good love..." He kissed your neck and hugged your waist, pulling you closer to him. You gasped at first but after hearing your lover's voice, you blushed and coughed in embarrassment.

"Hiro.. the food's gonna be burnt..", you tried to excuse yourself and leave his grasp but he swiftly pulled you back to him again. You tilted your head to the side in an attempt to look at him but he stayed in the same position as before making it harder for you to look at him. With a small twist of his fingers on the stove switch, and it closed.

You reached for a plate and transferred the dish from the pan. “Hiro, food's already cooked” you kissed his cheek that rested on your shoulder

Movie date: Mostly on Sunday nights, he'll buy some popcorn from the nearby store.

Scenario: You both were walking home from the Hunting Dogs HQ, you were drained out and stressed. You were slouching while walking, wanting to go to your bed and eat some ramen. You and Tecchuo haven't gone on dates recently since it's always work that you both prioritize on. You'll have breakfast with him, go to work, go back home, then cuddle, no dates nor breaks. An idea then popped into your head and you straightened your posture before looking at Tecchuo who was beside you with sparkling eyes. He looked at you and tilted his head in confusion before you spoke up."Let's watch a movie"

He nodded in determination, wanting to spend more time with you.

"I'll go buy some popcorn at that store" Ho pointed at a store nearby before walking there.

A few minutes passed and you both headed to your shared apartment with the snacks and drinks you bought. After removing your shoes and changing into more comfortable clothes, you saw him lying on the couch. You decided to peep at what he's doing, so you leaned your arm on the couch rest while you rested your chin at your palm. “Wake up” you poked his cheek and he fluttered his eyes open. You felt yourself blush before you stood up and coughed to hide your embarrassment. “I'll just microwave the popcorn and prepare the other snacks. Would you mind to pick the movie.. please..?” You said the last part quietly and you saw his lips slightly curve into a smile. “I wouldn't mind” He said before sitting up and opening the TV. After arranging the snacks you headed back to the living room with a large bowl of popcorn in your hand, you glanced at him. He looks so serious just trying to pick a movie.

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444takeomi · 1 year ago

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WHEN YOU’RE SICK

: ̗̀➛ summary: 1st gen bd taking care of their sick s/o

character(s): shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi, takeomi akashi, keizo arashi

warnings: none

wc: 0.5k

a/n: i'm sick right now and i wish i had someone to take care of me, so i decided to write this instead💀 also i’m trying out a slightly different format for shorter posts like this one, not sure how i feel about it yet

: ̗̀➛ shinichiro

shin will literally drop everything to take care of you if he finds out you're sick. it doesn't matter if he's busy at work, he’ll close the bike shop without a second thought — you're always his number one priority, especially when you're not feeling well. he feels terrible when he comes home to find you all wrapped up in blankets, your voice scratchy as you weakly ask him if he can make you something to eat. he tries to make you homemade miso soup but he’s literally hopeless at cooking, so he ends up just making instant ramen instead. shin will cuddle with you and watch your favourite movies and tv shows, not worried about the fact he could get sick himself — he's willing to risk it if it means you start feeling better.

: ̗̀➛ wakasa

waka is already a clingy boyfriend, but when you're sick he’s extra affectionate with you because he knows you're not feeling well. he makes you something simple to eat like okayu (rice porridge) because it's easy on the stomach, but also because he’s not that great at cooking either. if you're feeling up to it he’ll run you a warm bath and will offer to help you wash your hair. he gets all pouty if you refuse to kiss him in fear of him getting sick, insisting that he’ll be fine and that one kiss won't hurt — however he ends up regretting his choices the following week, whining to you that he doesn't feel good. you have to spend the next few days taking care of him, and good luck because waka is so dramatic when he's sick.

: ̗̀➛ takeomi

omi was always responsible for taking care of his younger siblings when they got sick, and so he doesn't mind doing the same for you. he might complain about it a little, acting like your sickness is somehow an inconvenience to him, but underneath all that he's actually really worried about you and wants to do whatever he can to help you get better. he hates cooking with a passion, but he will go to the store for you instead and get you whatever you want to eat, as well as some tissues and medicine. omi will roll his eyes whenever you ask him to cuddle with you, but he always gives in because he secretly likes how needy you get when you're sick — he won't admit it out loud but he thinks it's adorable.

: ̗̀➛ keizo

benkei is so attentive when you're sick, you won't have to lift a finger. he has no problem with taking time off at the gym so that he can take care of you. unlike the others, he's a great cook and will happily make you homemade chicken noodle soup — he insists on feeding it to you even if you're perfectly capable of eating by yourself. he keeps on top of your medicine and checks your temperature throughout the day, just to make sure that your fever isn't getting too high. he also encourages you to drink herbal teas like ginger or peppermint, because they can help you feel less congested and reduce nausea. benkei wants to do everything he can to make sure that you're feeling better as soon as possible.

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dakota1435 · 9 days ago

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Moonlight Blood -- Vampire!Sylus X Reader ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

Chapter 3

chapter 1: x

chapter 2: x

word count: 2k

tags: biting, blood mention, thrill of chase, animal death (VERY minor), sylus isn't going to hold back, reader accepts fate

Notes: This work is now under Wattpad & Ao3! Same title

Days passed, or rather, seemed to blur all together. With the lack of windows, it was difficult to tell the time. The only exception was at dinner time, where the windows glowed with moonlight. It was also the only time you saw Sylus. The crow twins, now known as Luke and Keiran, often kept you company more than Sylus. They informed you their boss was constantly busy and away for days at a time. From what you gathered, he owned a multitude of businesses. That explains the riches, but you figured if you’re immortal then surely you know how to expand your wealth. You think a week or so has passed. For the first few days, you barely slept out of fear. After realizing you wouldn’t be attacked in your sleep, you slept whenever you wanted to.

It was a little relieving to not feel like a hunted animal anymore, but my god you were incredibly bored. You started asking the twins for items, and sure enough they would deliver it to your door without hesitation. Part of you wondered if they told Sylus everything you requested. On one particular night, you found yourself craving fresh air again. The crisp night air, the smell of earth. If Luke and Kieran were supposed to be your attendants, then surely it can’t be a problem to step outside for a bit? Sylus hasn’t returned in a few days now after all…

“I don’t know about that, Miss,” Luke said, in response to your request. Kieran nodded and crossed his arms.

“I've been staring at the same walls for days now! I know you both like a little fresh air now and then,” you retorted. The twins shoot a look at each other, their silent gestures telling them everything they needed to know. They sigh, but give in.

“Okay fine. But don’t think about doing anything funny! We’re not going to let you out of our sight.” Relief washed over you as both of the twins agreed to your request. Finally, a change of pace. For the first time since you’ve arrived, you actually felt excited. It was almost foreign to you, as a smile breaks out on your face. You thank them both and begin directing yourself towards a pair of backdoors. These doors connected to the outside courtyard, behind the mansion. The second you push the doors open, the chilled air runs past your face, raising the hair on your arms. Your eyes became wide with the nightly portrait presented to you. The moon was full and brighter than you ever remember. The opened stone courtyard glowed with the moonlight, giving off an ethereal vibe to the scenery before you. The stars hugged in clusters in the sky.

A rush of happiness flowed through your nerves, finally feeling you could breathe. Luke and Kieran are right behind you, as promised, but they didn’t seem overbearing. You took that opportunity to look at your surroundings, finding the beauty in the night. They stood in the same spot, giving you a bit of space as you explored. You were thankful for that, at least. It made you think how you started to become more comfortable in the twins’ presence. They had humor, and a lighter tone than that of Sylus. It made you wonder why they worked for him.

A flash of subtle red catches your eye in the moonlight. You lean closer to the ground, to spot a deep, red rose bush. It almost blended in with the night. You were still surprised to see them fully bloomed, most already wilting. A perfectly shaped rose stands out amongst the rest and it beckons you. You reach out carefully, and snap the base of the stem. In doing this motion, your grip falls on a thorn. You immediately drop the flower out of instinct, surprised at the sudden prick. You observe your thumb, watching a droplet of red bead up. Luke and Kieran make a noise and as you turn around, you are met with Sylus.

Always appearing out of thin air. Gone for days yet coming back in a second.

He gazes upon you with his usual expression. Cold, observing, and maybe a bit dominating. In just a few steps, he reaches out to you. He takes ahold of your arm, the one with the pricked thumb. His eyes glow against the contrasting moonlight, almost representing the color of fire embers. There was hunger in those eyes.

“I was wondering where you were,” he said, his voice deep but nonchalant. He eyes your thumb and then back to your eyes. With patience, he raises your palm face-up. He maintains eye contact, as if waiting for a sign to stop. Your palm is mere centimeters away from his face, his warm breath tracing over your hand. A chill goes down your spine, but you knew this wasn’t from the cold air. Sylus glances down again, putting your thumb against his tongue. His tasting made your body feel hot, a flush creeping up to your cheeks. Your breath is caught, as if moving a single muscle would be wrong.

“You know…I would prefer it if you didn’t hurt yourself. It’s such a waste, kitten.” Sylus puts his hand back and stands himself straight. You avert your gaze, feeling slightly embarrassed at your reaction. Your cut was healed.

“Where were you?” You asked casually. Time was hard to tell in the mansion, but it’s been at least three full nights. Something smug appeared in Sylus’ face and it made your heart pound.

“Did you miss me?” He asked teasingly. He tilted his head to the side and it made you feel trapped. “I was away on business. Sometimes it takes more time than necessary.” He spoke again before giving you the chance to answer. It’s not like you would’ve said yes…

Sylus bends down close to the side of your face and speaks dangerously low. “Tell me…did it cross your mind to run?” You don’t dare to move a muscle. Yes, part of you wanted to say. You used to dream about it when you first arrived. But with time blurring together and living in such luxury, it started to slip your mind. Your original goal. But now, you weren’t sure if giving up was the right thing to do.

“...No,” you breathed out. The moonlight made his hair look like pure snow. Sylus hummed in response and pulled his face back enough to look at you. A devious smile crosses his face.

“What if I told you to run right now?” He asked. The cold air nips at your fingertips and nose, reminding you this moment is real. What? He was obviously toying with you. But if you ran, would he really let you go?

“I don’t understand…” You admitted. You swallow, trying to control your breathing. There was tension in the air, heavy, yet you couldn’t find out what it exactly was. It was as if you and Sylus were the only people in the world.

“I’m in a particularly good mood today,” he said. You could’ve swore you saw his eyes glow. “I’ll give you a five-minute start. Or, you’ll come back inside right now.” You could hardly believe what you were hearing. He was absolutely toying with you, knowing there was no way you could outrun him. But some part of you, deep down, wanted to run with all of your might. Some part of you, animalistic, knew he would catch you. He was the wolf, and you were nothing but a rabbit. You stand still for a moment, your mind buzzing with options. He did give you a choice after all…

Your nerves tingle, whether out of excitement or anxiety, you couldn’t tell. You could feel your legs tense up, preparing to run. Just before Sylus was about to speak again, something shifts inside of you and you irrationally run into the direction of the thick, dark woods. You could’ve sworn you heard a faint chuckle from Sylus, but the only thing you had on your mind was to run. Run. Run. Run. After a few minutes, the ache in your legs begins to burn. Small scratches on your face and arms appear from untamed branches and sticks. Your breath was ragged, your heart about to burst in your chest. You come to a standstill, trying to control your breathing. You look all around you, only the moonlight casting a small light onto the trees and ground. You feel like you’re deep into the woods, but you lost track of time. It could be mere seconds before Sylus would catch you…pounce on you like unsuspecting prey. The fear overstimulated you a bit, but there was something exhilarating about it. You haven’t felt this much thrill in a while, and a part of you knew you weren’t going to die from it. It was much different from the feeling you had when you were sold at the black market. You knew you wouldn’t be killed. But would he bite?

A branch snaps in the distance, causing you to hold your breath to listen. The woods are eerily silent, aside from the random wind that would rustle the leaves. Goosebumps travel up your neck, down to your arms. You weren’t alone, some part of you knew that Sylus was nearby. Maybe he could hear the pounding of your heart. Another branch snaps, causing you to whip your head in the assumed direction. But, Sylus wasn’t there. Instead, it was an animal from what you could make out. A dog?

The animal comes closer, revealing itself to be a coyote. It foamed at the mouth, and bared its teeth with a growl. A rabid coyote! How stupid for you to think there wouldn’t be any other creature than Sylus out in these woods. An animal, infected with rabies. You don’t dare break eye contact with the animal as you take a step or two backwards. Very slowly, you try to create as much distance as you can with the animal. Surely, five minutes has been up by now. Sylus was going to find you…right? Somehow, the encounter with the aggressive coyote was much scarier than it being Sylus. You try and glance around, almost calling for help. The coyote snarls, its foamy substance dripping onto the ground. It leans down, almost ready to pounce. With instinct, you pick up a thick, broken branch. Just as you ready your swing, another figure appears. It was Sylus, and he found you. For better or for worse. In the blink of an eye, the coyote is put down. His presence, his action, happens all too quickly. The coyote lays there, suddenly lifeless. You stare at the body, and then back to Sylus. The thrill you felt earlier was nowhere to be found. You felt a little frightened, seeing this side of Sylus. He stares back at you, his stare feeling like ice.

“To think something else found you before I did,” he stated, matter-of-fact. “It was sick. It isn’t right to let it wander in aggression before dying.” You weren’t expecting to hear him explain himself. But now that he mentioned it, it was almost…the right thing for him to do. He dusts himself off, before speaking again. “But…look who’s caught now.” He steps closer to you, his height towering over your small frame. “Are you scared?” He asked, his tone seeming a bit mocking. You realized you haven’t said a word since his arrival. Maybe you haven’t breathed either.

“Thank you…for saving me,” you said, feeling sheepish. Couldn’t even protect yourself from a basic sized animal, what made you possibly think you could protect yourself from a 6’4 vampire? You avert your gaze, but it is short-lived when Sylus’ hand grasps your chin. He forces eye contact with you. His eyes seem to burn with desire. You couldn’t tell if it was bloodlust, or the act of the hunt. Without thinking, you place your hand on top of his as it continues to hold your jaw. “Are you going to…” you start to speak, but find your voice weak with hesitation. Sylus tilts his head with his fake innocence.

“Speak, kitten.” It feels like he inched closer to you, your bodies barely leaving any room between.

“Bite?” You barely said. You could tell your muscles have been tense the whole time in anticipation. Sylus smirks, a faint show of his white fangs.

“You ask these things, and it makes me think you want me to.” His grip on your jaw loosens a bit, his large hand sliding over to hold the side of your face. In completely normal circumstances, it would be affectionate. Comforting. But, these weren’t normal circumstances. It would never be normal.

“I just want to know when to expect it.” You didn’t shy away from his gaze again. The only thing you could do was be honest.

“Excited, are we?” He was provoking you, but you wouldn’t give in so easily. “Tell me, if I bit you right now, would you stop me?” He leans down to you again, his breath warm on your neck.

“I don’t have much of a choice. Isn’t that the sole reason you bought me?” You stare straight on, afraid to see what Sylus would do next. You can almost feel him.

“Hmm…looks like you understand well. You’ve been so well-behaved for me, kitten.” The sudden praise makes you flush intensely, almost a little confusing at the same time. Sylus always spoke to you with short sentences, not really giving you too much attention. Something stirred in your stomach, you couldn’t quite name it. A wet, warm sensation snaps you back to reality. Still staring straight ahead, you realize it was Sylus’ tongue. A simple lick against your neck, but it had power. You felt yourself instantly getting warmer with such a small touch. A small gasp escapes from your lips, the feeling foreign against your skin. Sylus was back to holding your jaw at an upwards angle, giving him full access to your neck. His other hand gripped just above your hips, keeping you deathly still.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. Before you could respond, an excruciating pain shoots from your neck following a warm, wet sensation around the pain. Sylus was biting you, his bared teeth now puncturing your skin. A short cry comes out before you could stop it. You wanted to seem stronger, but the pain was nothing like you experienced before. You were hyperventilating a bit, unable to control your own heartbeat as it thundered in your ears. Tears stung in your eyes. You could hear the sound of Sylus drinking, the sound of his swallow distinct. He grabs you harsher, but it didn’t hurt as much as the bite. You stared at the moon, and it stared back. The pain began to numb all of you, your vision began to blur. You slouch in Sylus’ hold, finding yourself unable to stand with your weak legs. Black spots appear at the corner of your vision, but you were unable to speak a word. If this is what death felt like, it was…oddly comforting. The moon, the dark, the vampire, and you. Nothing else ceased to exist at this moment. You start to let yourself slip into the darkness filling your vision, unable to push Sylus off of you. The cold begins to fade, and something warm overtakes you.

You lose consciousness.

#vampire #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace #lads fanfic #lads x reader #sylus x mc #sylus x reader #sylus #lnds sylus #l&ds sylus #fanfiction #lads #l&ds #luke and kieran

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zz0nie · 1 year ago

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Genshin Hcs

Neuvillette & Wriothesley

note; this is my first time writing (after like 2 years, so much improvement I'd like to hope :0) just thought I would start it easy with Neuvi and Wrio, much loved Fontaine boys <3 (Suggestions are always welcome!!)

Neuvillette

Neuvillette would never EVER bring it up to you; however, he is a man who loves his hair being played with or brushed to pass time. If you bring it up he will give you a surprised look, maybe bringing out a response from you, "Don't give me that face, Neuvi." As you're holding a hairbrush in one hand. He will silently work his way to you, in fact he is extremely attentive to how you are carefully brushing around his horns to make sure you don't hurt him. So soft in general, he loves you.

Neuvillette's favourite drink is water - as we know with his idle lines, suggesting each water from each nation is different - if you suggest to him to try some tea, he would say he does not enjoy it. However, give it a large ratio between more water less tea? You may catch him having the occasional "tea" (An extremely diluted tea, keep in mind. Maybe enough to consider it flavoured water.)

Figuring he has helped the Melusines find a safe second home inside Fontaine, he has become a parental figure to them, and as he has given them jobs often if you walk into his office while it is a relatively calm time you may happen to see a small melusine tucked up on his sofa with a large blanket suited for a human wrapping their body up. He will take it with care and duty to take care of that melusine. If he is busy he will have them escorted to their home safely though. He is a worried father, leave him be.

He is extremely quick to pick up on items or things you like or dislike. Very minimal change in your body language can tell him everything, as he does in fact notice the way you stare longingly at an accessory of clothing that would go perfectly with your outfit. If you enjoyed flowers he will go out of his way to pick you or buy you your favourite flower(s) and make sure you receive them. (Most of the time he's extremely busy and gets a melusine to go to your door, he's trying his best. :(

Neuvillette has little time to enjoy things, however, while figuring court cases inside his office, you may walk past slowly and hear the hum of his record player playing some classical music. Maybe one day you'll walk in and ask him to take your hand, you'll sway together in his office, just the two of you as you sweep him away from work and to you.

At the start of your journey together, sitting in silence was not something that was sought out from either of you as it felt awkward between you. Neuvillette isn't the best at small talk, so if you aren't either it may take a while to get this going. However, when you grow closer there will be a time where he will come to seek you out, just to sit and do his own thing while you do yours, simply enjoying your presence.

He loves like old people do, the small things mean a lot to this man. Remembering small things and going out on a walk somewhere - heck, when you help him with washing his hair when he has had a long, tiring day - between you in that moment, there is no lust or hatred, just pure love for each other. Neuvillette bathes in your sweet affection during these moments, he loves you so much, even if he cannot find the words to say it.

Wriothesley

Like Neuvillette, loves a specific brand and way of tea being made, if he teaches you how and you pick up and make it for him like that u are probably one of his most favourite people. Definitely prefers his tea on the stronger side, this man needs his energy somehow.

Children love him, even if he is this big scary dude that controls the prisons in Fontaine they see him as an extra father - especially orphaned kids - and he treats all children with such respect, he's so sweet to them. You look at him when a young girl comes up to him, holding something behind her back: Some handpicked flowers. She holds them out to him, all shy around such a pretty older boy. Of course, he accepts them and thanks the young girl as she giggles and runs off, he watches her with a small smile - if you point it out the man will throw you a frown. "Can't a guy enjoy the little things in life now? Why don't you get me flowers?" Uh oh, he's got you there.

I believe when this man decides he is done being the ward of the prison in Fontaine, he finally relaxes in a home with you - and a potential child - he cares less and less on physical appearance, obviously tries to keep up but as age comes so does laziness. So beware he may begin to grow a dadbod, he would rock it though.

Ticklish on his stomach, don't know where it came from or how you found out, maybe it was your hand brushing against it while he was stretching and his shirt came untucked. Don't play with the fire though, this man does not like being tickled. Though, he has the most gorgeous laugh, maybe it would be worth it.

Wriothesley takes his sweet time petting animals on the street and taking care of any he may come across - I mean, when does he EVER get to see a pet while stuck at work? It's always something that makes a mans heart swell with joy. However if you were to ask if he is a cat or a dog guy will be admitting he is much of a dog guy. Though, dogs aren't at all interested in him which makes him sigh in defeat, yet cats just seem so in love with him (me too) when they come running up to him. He doesn't mind it though, in all honesty he would prefer having you holding onto his arm as you both walk.

HE WILL PICK YOU UP FROM BEHIND THIS MAN DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE ON WEIGHT EITHER. HE DOES RESPECT BOUNDAIRES THOUGH! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT HE WONT DO IT!

He absolutely loves it if you show off any clothes, or general items you have recently brought to him. Especially the clothes, he would REALLY love it if you treated his office like a mini walkway, strutting and turning with however much confidence you have. He loves it. The way you talk, walk, smile, everything. He loves whatever you do, he just loves you.

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chronicbeans · 2 years ago

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I feel like I request way to much and I can't remember if I made this request already 💀 I imagined puppeteer reader having to show wally basic human things like brushing your teeth and hair and that you have to wash your clothes and when they say this wallys just like "more clothes pls" and after a lot of begging reader gives in and takes him shopping and when they're out wally sees a couple being all affectionate and is just like ":O is this how you guys show affection wowow" and tries to pull the same moves on reader 💀 (can be romantic or platonic I just love the idea of wally unknowingly rizzing up reader 😭)

OMG YES. More human Wally being confused.

Human Wally and Puppeteer Reader (part 2):

🍎 Day 3: this man is helpless. Like, you know it isn't really anyone's fault, since he is used to being a puppet and not a human, but... Come on! He tried to eat the toothpaste! Actually, not even that... HE DID EAT IT. He said he ate it because it smelled nice, so it probably tasted good, too! He was perfectly fine, afterwards, too. Sometimes you wonder if he is really entirely human...

🍎 So, when you finally decide to try to teach Wally how the shower actually works (all this time he has been sitting under the water in his clothes), you take GREAT CARE in doing so. He seems to take things very literally or get more interested in something else. Also, you don't want him to eat the shampoo or soap.

🍎"Okay, Wally, lets go through this nice and easy..." you carefully, very carefully, and extremely carefully talk over the process of how to wash his hair and body, as well as how to dry himself off. You also make sure to make it absolutely CRYSTAL CLEAR that you don't wear your clothes in the shower, and to instead take them off and leave them outside the door, for now. When you tried to go over how to brush his hair, he raises his hand and says "Oh! I got that, already! How else do you think I get my hair this well made up?"

🍎 So, you ask him, after about an hour of teaching, if he is ready to try to shower properly. He nods in excitement, watching as you leave to let him try it.

🍎 It sounds like a warzone. You have no idea what is going on, but you are way too scared to find out. You do notice that, even if he has done nothing else properly, he has left his clothes outside the door. You snatch them up, glad that you can finally get them washed up and rid them of the numerous toothpaste, ketchup, and paint stains on them.

🍎 You end up asking Angela if he can borrow some of Henry's father's old clothes, which she has refused to throw away. She was extremely torn... letting that... THING wear his clothes? But, eventually, she ended up going along with it. She had said that it was probably what he would've wanted. He was always happy to give to those in need. So, you neatly fold and outfit up, and leave them outside the door.

🍎 Two hours later, he finally gets out and peaks his head out the door to get his clothes, only to stop when he sees that they are gone. "(Y/N)! Help! Someone stole my clothes! I can't go out like this! I need to look nice!" You rush over, sighing as you point to the folded clothing, looking up to Wally, who is hiding behind "Put these on. Your clothes need to be washed." "If they needed to be washed, I could've just worn them in the shower." "PUT THE CLOTHES ON PLEASE-"

🍎 He comes out, wearing the plain white dress shirt and black dress pants you got him. To your shock, he somehow got his hair styled into his classic pompadour, even though you don't know if you have the product for it. The bathroom is mysteriously clean, despite the chaos you heard from it. Now, its time to buy him some clothes of his own.

🍎 He is like a child on Christmas morning. He sprints through the clothes aisle, getting lost three times during your trip. He throws practically anything he can find in there that resembles the clothes he wore on the show, with a few extras added on. He even runs to the women's aisle to grab a few dresses, saying they reminded him of the few times he played a princess in Sally's plays. Oh! And they also look pretty!

🍎 At the check-out, he can't help but notice these two people behind you who are acting really odd. They are cuddling really close and using the most sugary of compliments to refer to one another. Is that how he is supposed to show affection to you? He hasn't seen you do that or have that done to you... Oh no! You must feel really lonely! He needs to fix this, as your most devoted puppe- umm... Human!

🍎 As you are putting the numerous bags of (really expensive) clothing into your shopping cart, you feel Wally latch onto you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck as he says things like "I love you so much, sugar cube!" or "Let's get married, someday!" You wheeze from both how tight he is holding you and shock, not knowing where this lovey-dovey behavior came from. Sure, he was always clingy, but it was more in a "worship" way, not "we are suddenly dating now" way.

🍎 The cashier giggles, mentioning how the two of you are "such a cute couple and would make an even cuter married couple!" You decide to stay quiet in the store, walking out with the clothes in the cart and Wally hanging onto you like a lifeline.

🍎 You pack everything in the car, before sitting in the driver's seat and turning to Wally. "What were you doing back there? Are you trying to like, date me or something? Is this weird worshipping schtick you have going on not enough to you?" When he explains what he saw and why he was doing it, you calm down a bit. Just another case of Wally being a little confused, but having the right spirit. "Okay... Just remember that that sort of behavior is usually reserved for romantic partners or trying to get a date, okay? Reserve that for someone you really, REALLY love. I don't know how to explain it. Like, butterflies in your stomach, a nice burning in your chest when you are near them. That sorta love."

🍎 Butterflies in his stomach? Burning in his chest? Near the person he loves? He gets those things near you! There is also this new, beating in his chest ever since he became human. That must be love, too! He looks to you, saying "So... Continue treating you like that. I got it."

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader

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peachyjinx · 1 year ago

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On the Edge- Ch 1- Pent Up

Word count: 2300

Summary: You're having trouble bringing yourself to orgasm, and and being around Loki isn't helping...

Day 7

You huffed in annoyance, the sheen of sweat dripping down your forehead onto the pillow. You had been trying to orgasm for over an hour now, but it was elusive. You've never had problems with this before, and especially not recently.

For the last couple of months, all it took was 15 minutes thinking about Loki while you pleasured yourself and you were tumbling into ecstasy. Tonight you had thought about a joke he had made at Tony’s expense. The way he said it with a wry smile and a wink he shot you in front of everyone made your cheeks burn. He always lit you on fire, either when you were around him or in the privacy of your own bed. But tonight, for some reason, you just couldn't come.

Your mind continued to dwell on Loki as you gave up on your missing orgasm and walked to your bathroom, running the shower, and thinking about your unsated lust. He had been with the Avengers over a year longer than you, but he still didn’t quite fit in. His sharp wit with his backhanded compliments to the others made you blush. His devious eyes would flash to yours, and sometimes you felt like he was showing off just for you. Recently, you found that you couldn’t contain yourself around him and began to flirt back.

But then you reminded yourself that Loki flirted with everyone. You'd even seen him jokingly make a pass at Steve, much to Steve’s horror. Steve immediately turned beet red and left the room, with Loki left cackling behind him while you tried to contain your own laughter in front of the others.

Your mind drifts more as you wash yourself absentmindedly. Not just to his mischievous nature, but to his body…that tall, strong build with a swagger that was unmatched by any human you knew and made you weak in the knees. Those intense blue eyes that always seem to be hiding his true thoughts. That sharp jawline that made you want to walk up to him and bite it while you twisted your fingers in his hair…

Okay, that's enough. No more thinking about Loki tonight.

You finish your shower and climb back into bed, with fresh soft pajamas cooling your skin.

Maybe I'm just tired. I just got home from a mission, and my body just isn't ready.

Your mind wanders to the last time you masturbated. When did you come last? A week ago.

It’ll be fine, I’m just tired, you assure yourself.

You roll over and turn on your tv in your bedroom as you drift off to sleep.

~~~~~~

You slowly followed Nat into the conference room for the post mission meeting, the members of your team grumbling at the audacity of Steve’s 6 am assembly.

Your eyes casually glanced around the room and landed on Loki. He looked as bored as he always does in these meetings. He thinks they are a waste of time, and makes no attempt to hide his disdain.

What was it he said that one time?

“The trials of battle are meant to be discussed over a feast and surrounded by loose companions, not in a hideous board room with poor quality breakfast foods!,” Loki spat at Steve at one particularly boring recap meeting as he dramatically left the room.

You grin to yourself as you doodle in your notes, trying not to look up at the other attendees sitting down- Nat, Clint, and Loki.

It was extra hard to avoid looking at Loki this morning, he had his hair in a loose bun, with little wisps of black tendrils framing his face. He dressed in his casual Earth clothes, which still managed to make you feel underdressed around him. His clothes were always the best that money can buy, and perfectly tailored to his form. Even though he's supposed to “blend in” on Earth, he still looked every bit the rich Prince from another world that he is.

You zoned out as you watched Steve talk in the front of the room, not thinking about anything in particular.

“...we obtained the data we needed, so kudos to everyone on the team,” Steve congratulated his exhausted audience with a professional smile.

“But it’s important that even though we came out unscathed, our mission wasn’t without its flaws. I’m of course speaking about the incident at the bar,” Steve continued in a casual, but firm tone.

All eyes look to Loki, who's staring at the ceiling. Sensing the room’s focus on him, he lowers his jaw down and his blue eyes scan the faces of those around the table with a sly grin.

“Just say what’s on your mind, Captain”, Loki feigns annoyance, though you could tell he was enjoying the attention.

“We almost didn’t get the information we needed because you were obviously distracted. Do I need to read all of my notes?,” Steve shot back, trying to maintain his casual demeanor.

“Did we get the information or not?” Loki nonchalantly replied to Steve, looking around the table to discern what his teammates thought.

“If it weren’t for Nat and Clint’s quick thinking, you could’ve compromised everything!”, Steve raised his voice, gesturing with the file in his hand.

“It was just a bit of fun,” Loki smiled to himself, raising his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his chair.

“Loki, you started hitting on some random woman in the bar! If Nat and I hadn’t intervened, we could’ve gotten the attention of the Hydra agents in there! Hell, she could’ve been one!”, Clint glared at Loki from across the table. He never hid his dislike for the God, but it didn’t bother Loki.

“Well I think your missions- and your team- are incredibly dull. You need to liven things up,” Loki mocked, sitting straighter in his chair now, his devious grin looking for someone to challenge him.

You didn’t speak up. It had been hard enough watching Loki woo a gorgeous woman at the bar, his hands trailing her back while she giggled and played with her cocktail straw. He had laid it on thick, you vividly remembered the way he leaned in close to her while whispering in her ear…

Your attention snapped back to the meeting and watching your teammates argue. When these guys fought, it was best to just stay out of it.

“Loki, you nearly started a bar fight when her boyfriend came back!”, Nat was now raising her voice, glaring at him with Clint.

“You asked the God of Chaos to join your team- what did you expect?! It’s in my nature!,” he smiled and his attention turned to you.

“And what do you think?”, Loki shifted, leaning forward to look at you with his hands clasped on the desk. You felt heat on your cheeks as he inquisitively looked at you. It felt like his beautiful eyes pierced into your soul, his complete focus on you feeling like too much and not enough at the same time. You looked up at Steve, hoping to stay neutral even though you weren’t.

“Well, I think it was a dick move by Loki. But he's right, what do you guys expect? And we got the facility location and completed the reconnaissance successfully. So what does it matter that he almost started shit? He probably would have fixed it with his magic anyways…”, you trailed off, looking between Steve and Loki.

A smug smile spreads across Loki’s face as he raised his hands expressively.

“See?? I was merely playing and at no time was the mission in threat of failing!,” he proudly declared as if your comment cleared the matter up.

“Loki. I need you to reign it in. I know you’re bored, and this is nothing like your Asgard missions, but you’re here with us now. You need to tone it down- lives could’ve been endangered,” Steve warned, not budging.

Loki stood up, showing he was once again done with another mission recap meeting (or with Steve telling him what to do).

“Ah yes, but of course, Captain. I will make sure to take your commands into consideration in the future. Thank you for the support, Darling,” he shot you a devilish smile and a wink before stepping out of the room. Your body flushed with heat as you tried not to look at your teammates.

He had you good.

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Day 10

You screamed out in frustration at another failed attempt, slamming your fists on the bed next to you. You panted heavily, concern seeping into your mind.

What the hell is wrong with me? Is it mental? Is it physical?

You sat up and looked around at the toys scattered across the bed. Clit stimulators, vibrators, your favorite dildo- you had tried it all, and nothing. You took a deep breath and reassured yourself.

No, it’s never been a problem before. I just need to wait it out some more.

You opened up the calendar on your phone, thinking back to the last time you came. You had been thinking about Loki railing you, of course. You marked the last day you had an orgasm and sighed. Hopefully this is over soon.

You looked out the window to see the daylight shining in, and decided the best way to move past your problem is to pretend it wasn’t a problem. And since you had no Avengers things going on, you could actually relax and take in some sights of the city and explore as you wanted.

You threw on a t- shirt and jeans and ventured out into the bustling city. As soon as your feet hit the pavement, you felt better. You decided to treat yourself with your favorite coffee shop, getting a flavored coffee and a couple chocolate croissants.

The spring air swirled around you as you entered Central Park with your snack, the faint smell of flowers blooming improving your mood already. This is just what you needed- some nature to ground you. You wouldn’t be surprised if this would be over after today.

You found the perfect bench across from Belvedere castle and sat down, taking in a deep breath and sighing as you appreciated your view. Everything else was going great, you really needed this moment to think about all that you do have, not what you don’t.

“Mind if I join you?”

Shit. You know that voice.

You looked up from your pastry to see Loki taking a seat next to you. Wearing a dark green fitted sweater with his tight black dress slacks, he looked as polished as ever. As he sat, his legs sprawled out a bit, to where your knees were almost touching. You told yourself to remain calm and not think about how sexy he looks.

“Not at all,” you shrugged, trying to remain as casual as possible.

“It’s quite lovely in this spot, I must say,” Loki stretched his arms along the back of the bench, and you felt your heart flutter at his closeness.

“Yea it’s not all bad here on “Midgard”,” you joked, making him smirk. It made your stomach flip.

The two of you sat in silence, and if you had been in a relationship, this would be incredibly romantic. The cherry blossoms were blooming and there were flower petals in the air- it was just perfect. You tried to think of something to talk to him about that wasn’t work- you were rarely alone with him outside of the tower or on a mission. Loki shifted and his knee touched yours, and you stifled a moan and felt your body go tense.

“Does the castle remind you of home?,” you asked with a friendly tone, trying to keep things light and prevent your mind from obsessing about the fact that the two of you were casually touching one another. You’re not going to let him get to you.

“A bit. If it were nicer, perhaps,” he grinned down at you and you took another bite, while acting engrossed in a family that was strolling by.

“What’s that you’re eating?,” he asked, his tone still relaxed, as if it was normal for him to sit so close to you, alone, in a romantic setting. Your conversation was friendly and innocent enough, but you could feel the heat rising in you, and you fought to ignore it as you chewed.

“A chocolate croissant from Lulu’s. They get the lamination perfect, they’re so buttery and they use the best chocolate- would you like a bite?,” you excitedly offered him.

“I’ve been around for more than a thousand years, I have eaten foods and drank spirits so divine that you couldn’t imagine. I doubt it could compare,” Loki looked down at you play mockingly, with a sparkle of mischief in his eye.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Alright, fine, your loss.” You took another bite, thankful you had another croissant to stress eat when you got back to the tower.

You could feel Loki’s eyes still on you, when he reached his hand out and cupped your chin to look up at him. Loki slowly brought his thumb up to your cheek, gently wiping a stray crumb at the corner of your mouth. His eyes studied you now, intensely.

“…though there are some things on Earth that still surprise me,” Loki smiled affectionately at you.

You swallowed your bite and looked into his eyes, dazzling a blue as bright as the sky, sucking you into his world. You wanted to stare into those eyes for eternity. You felt your face get hot and your core ached, reminding you of what you needed so desperately. You resisted the urge to clench your thighs, afraid he would notice.

“Alright, let me have a bite,” he unceremoniously demanded as if you weren’t just having a moment.

You moved your hand towards his mouth and he took a bite from the croissant, a thoughtful look on his face as he savored it. You watched him slowly chew and you tried not to be in awe of the God, and the fact that he wanted you to share something with him.

“Not bad, ” he raised his eyebrows and smiled at you, setting his large hand gently on your knee.

You will never recover from this.

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Chapter 2: Stormy Weather

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Perfectly Flawed

Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 1

Starts in Season 1. Mostly canon compliant.

word count - 2k

warnings - cursing? not sure if there'd be anything else yet

Summary: Lina starts her internship and meets the BAU team.

"Come on, Lina! Get your ass in gear!" Val yells at me from the other side of the bathroom door.

"I'm trying, dammit! You know how long it takes me to get ready, why didn't you try getting up earlier this time?!" I yell back at her, trying not to burn myself on my freshly-straighted hair.

She snorts and opens the door while muttering, "I don't know why you even bother trying to straighten your hair, anyway. It's always at least wavy by the end of the day..."

I make a face at her and retort, "Yeah, well, we can't all have perfect hair, Vallie..."

Shit-eating grin on her face, she fluffs her hair with one hand while saying, "Not perfect, I just don't turn into a damned poodle the moment moisture hits the air." Rolling my eyes at her, I finish the last bit of hair and turn off my straightener, unplugging it and setting it somewhere it won't melt anything.

After checking to make sure my makeup didn't smudge while dealing with my hair, I start walking out while saying, "There, use the damned mirror already, Val..."

She laughs and says, "About time you moved your ass...isn't your meeting with the feds today?"

I sigh as I sit down to put my shoes on. "They're not...well, I'm going to be working alongside them, I don't know if I'd be cut out for all the physical shit they do...but no, I'm doing the tech side of it. I'll be working under a..." I quickly grabbed the folder with the documentation I needed for the internship. "A Ms. Penelope Garcia. Huh, hope she's nice..." I say, murmuring the last part to myself.

"Oh, you'll be fine, Lina. You're so bright and cheerful, the sun practically shines out your ass..." Val says from the bathroom, mouth open as she puts her mascara on.

"I'm not that damned perky, Valerie, and you know it..." I huffed out, checking to make sure I had everything I needed in my purse. "Shit, you know if we still have bandaids?" I ask her, rushing in to look under the sink for them.

"The hell do you need those for?! You plan on getting a ton of papercuts or something?" she yells at me as I lightly slap her legs to move out of the way.

"No, Val, but it's good to be prepared. You never know when weird shit'll happen..."

Finding the box in the little first-aid kit we have under the bathroom sink, I grab some and look up at her. She stops fixing her hair and gives me an amused, waiting glance, and says, "Like?"

I roll my eyes, putting the box back, stand up, and say, "Like...if I have garlic for lunch, I've got mints and gum." She scoffs and waits for me to continue. I walk over to put the newly acquired bandaids in my purse. I continue as I pull out the various things I have in there for 'just in case'. "Mini sewing kit for if a button pops off. Extra contact solution, contacts case, and my glasses in case my eyes decide to go all funky on me. Hand sanitizer in case I touch something gross and need something til I can wash my hands. And yes, bandaids, because you know my klutzy ass will get hurt!"

She chuckles and goes back to doing her hair. "Yeah, there is that. You are accident-prone..." I sigh as I finish putting everything away in my purse, setting it down as I grab my shoes.

"You're still giving me a ride in, right?" I ask nervously as I put my shoes on, looking up to see her in the mirror.

"Yeah, yeah, I gotcha. You gonna be able to find your way to work the rest of the time?" she replies, swiping away any lipstick that strays from her lipline.

"I...yeah, I'll figure out how to get there, I just...really wanna make a good impression for my first day, get there nice and early, ya know?" I explain, buttoning up the blazer I chose for today while smoothing out the fabric. She steps out of the bathroom and puts her shoes on. I nod and put on my coat.

Grabbing her coat and keys, Val turns to me and asks, "Ready?"

I grab my purse and reply, "About as ready as I'll ever be..."

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"Thank you again for taking me to work, Vallie," I say as she pulls up outside the building, idling as I get out of the car.

"Yeah, well, you're a pain in the ass, but you're my pain in the ass..." she says taking a bite of her doughnut.

"And the fact that you can be easily bribed with food has no bearing on anything, huh?" I tease as I grab my purse and the two boxes of doughnuts.

"Of course not," she replies. "You need me to pick you up?"

I shake my head. "Nah, I figure I can get the Metro back. I'll have to use it most of the time anyway, right?" I explain. She nods, giving me a serious look for once.

"Be careful, Lina. I mean it. Even if you don't end up applying for the profiler position, I'm still gonna teach you how to shoot, ok? Can't be too careful with all the crazy assholes around..." she says. She waves her hand at me. "Alright, go on, shoo, do your thing, I gotta go."

I shut the door with my hip, then yelled, "Bye, Val! See you at home!" She holds her hand up, then slowly drives away. Hiking my purse up on my shoulder, I carefully clutch the two boxes in my arms and walk up the stairs.

As I get to the door, it's quickly opened for me, and I walk in, throwing a quick, "Thank you!" behind me. Heading toward the directory to figure out which floor I need to head to, I hear the sound of clicking high heels rapidly approaching.

"Miss Rosalina Aschebrooke?" a breathless voice asks. I turn around to see a blonde woman in a vibrant dress, with matching heels and glasses. I nod, and she breaks into a wide smile and continues toward me while saying, "Hi! I'm Penelope Garcia, I'm the Tech Analyst you'll be interning with."

"Oh! Hi! I hope I'm not late..." I start nervously, slowly walking with her to the elevators.

"Nah, you're right on time. Did you really bring doughnuts for your first day?! Smart, food bribes work well here. That and caffeine." she says chuckling and offering to take a box as we step in.

"I...don't really think of it as a bribe, more like...edible reinforcements in my quest to get along with coworkers." I quip with a small smile.

"Ah, and she's funny, too! You're gonna fit in well here," she says.

The elevator doors open, and we walk through the bullpen and into the kitchen to set down the boxes. After snagging one of the glazed, Penelope leads me back out, calling people over as we enter. "Everyone, this is Rosalina Aschebrooke, she's gonna be interning here in Tech with me. Ms. Aschebrooke, let me introduce you to the BAU team." She walks over to a tall and stern-looking dark-haired man in a suit and says, "This here is our Unit Chief, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner." He nods and shakes my hand.

She walks over to another tall man with dark hair, though he's dressed more casually and looks more approachable. "This is Senior Supervisory Special Agent Jason Gideon."

He leans over to shake my hand and says, "Nice to meet you, Miss Aschebrooke. Hopefully, this place agrees with you."

Penelope walks over in between two women, one brunette, and the other blonde, and says, "This is Supervisory Special Agent Elle Greenaway," I shake the brunette's hand. "And our Communications Liasion, Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau." I shake her hand and smile.

Finally, Penelope walks over to yet another tall man, though he's bald with a goatee. "And this," she continues while placing her hands on his shoulders, "Is my Chocolate Thunder, Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan."

As I shake his hand, he smiles and smoothly says, "Babygirl, you flatter me. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Aschebrooke."

Agent Hotchner looks between the two of them, sighing and saying, "Don't tell me I'm going to have to have another meeting from H.R. with you two..."

Penelope puts her hands up and innocently says, "No sir, Mr. Boss Man. I'll be good." and then flashes a smirk.

While everyone but Derek walks off to go back to what they're doing, Penelope yells out, "Oh! Also! There are doughnuts in the kitchen, courtesy of our new friend here!"

After she walks back to me, I quietly ask her, "Is everyone that works here ridiculously tall?"

"You'll have to see for yourself. There's still one more to meet. Hey, is Boy Genius here yet?" she asks.

"Come on, Reid, get over here!" Derek calls over to the cubicles.

Another tall man quickly makes his way over, tugging at his sweater sleeves and saying, "Oh, you finally decided to hear about the strategies there are for winning at poker? Well, one of them is...o-oh, h-hi."

Standing in front of me was a very slender and reserved man, light brown hair slicked back behind his ears. Penelope says, "Rosalina, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. Boy Wonder, this is Rosalina Aschebrooke. She's going to be here interning in Tech with me for a while."

Smiling and sticking my hand out, I say, "Nice to meet you, Dr. Reid. And you can call me Lina." I look over at Penelope and Derek, "Um, you all can call me Lina." I add quickly with a nervous laugh.

Looking from my hand back to my face, Spencer stammers out, "I-I don't shake hands, sorry. The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss."

Eyebrows shooting up at the last bit, I have to quickly shove away that thought as it pops into my head.

Taking a deep breath, I pull my hand away and reply, "OK, fair. It is cold and flu season, after all." I smile again and wave while saying, "How 'bout this? This should be ok, right?" A small smile grows on his face as he waves back.

"Y-yeah. Also, yo-you can call me Spencer," he says shyly.

"OK...Spencer." I say softly.

"Well, we'll leave you agents to it, I've got to start bringing Miss Lina up to speed, here," Penelope says, leading me to where she works.

I turn and say, "Nice meeting you all!" and then try to catch up with Penelope.

"So, what do you think of our team here, Lina?" she says as we walk down a hallway.

"Oh, everyone's really nice, Ms. Garcia. I think I'll like working here."

She looks at me with a smile and says, "While I'm happy to hear that, you don't have to call me 'Ms. Garcia'. You can call me Penelope or Penny, I don't mind."

I smile and say, "I can do that. I'm imagining you're going to teach me the systems you use here, right?"

"Well, that, and ask you a bunch of questions! Gotta get to know you! OH, if we don't get called in on a case, we should go out for drinks this weekend! Wait, how old are you Lina?" Penelope says.

"Oh, um, I'm 22, but I don't...I don't drink..." I start slowly. Penny waves her hand.

"That's fine, neither does Reid, when he actually decides to join us. It's more about getting to know you socially! Besides, there's dancing, and sometimes there's even karaoke!"

I grin and say, "Oh, I could be persuaded into going then, I love karaoke."

She squeals and says, "Perfect! Oh, this is going to be fun!"

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Honey's relationships with the neighbors!

I forgot to do this on her introduction post but I decided to do this with Honey because I thought it would be interesting to explore how her relationships would be with the other neighbors and I'm going to explain how she feels about them because I mean yeah the arrows can only tell you so much that I just want to talk about them because I love talking about my OCs I also decided to put some quotes down that she'd probably say to the neighbors as well hehe

Honey and Julie: So honey is pretty neutral to Julie because there has been instances where Julie had crashed into her window her display case or has destroyed her display case while playing games with Frank She knows it's an accident which is why she usually forgives Julie but it's happened so often that sometimes it can stress her out a little bit when she can be wondering Oh goodness she's playing one of her games again hopefully she doesn't destroy my display case this time 😅

"dang nabbit Julie this is the fourth time this week you crash into my display case can't you play a game that doesn't fling you across the neighborhood I swear this girl's going to give me more gray hairs than an old dog"

Honey and Sally: their relationship is pretty complicated I mean Honey tolerates her but there's also a disdain for her as well because honey thinks she's over dramatic and takes things out of proportion She knows it's in her character but sometimes it's gets a little annoying for her and they butt heads quite often, I like to headcanon that in the last welcome home update with all the audios and the one where Sally is asking Poppy to make her a huge gigantic cake I like to headcanon that she went to honey first but honey refused because she thought it was a waste of cake especially if it was only going to be used on stage and not to care about the flavor and only the design which let them having an argument about it which is why She had to go to Poppy to get the cake and Sally just thinks honey is fake She thinks that she fakes being a southern belle that she isn't really sweet at all She just pretends to be for attention

"Sally, darlin' I ain't going to be wasting a huge cake just for you to vaunt it on stage and nobody's going to eat it now that's just a waste of cake And I ain't going to be wasting perfectly good sweets just to show it off for one of your shows I reckon you go somewhere else if you want a showpiece"

Honey and Poppy: I feel like they would be best friends because they both like to bake I feel like they would have tea parties together and bake with each other especially if honey has a day off from the bakery they just relax and have tea together and of course if Poppy's having one of her panic attacks I feel like she would try to calm her down be like

"now now Ms. Poppy, You can't make yourself, worried sick, Because just like dirt and stains, sugar worries and problems will wash away, now take some breathers before you give yourself an ulcer"

Honey and Eddie: originally when I first made her she was a cousin to Eddie like through their mothers they were related And I still view them as that as my head cannon As you can see they're designs are very slightly similar when you look at them but you can still tell that honey is her own character I've been think they would be very close Because of their work ethic and that they would talk in their countryisms like I like to think they're talk out in public speaking countries and when a random neighbor passes by they're just be so freaking confused about what the hell they were talking about, And they'll just be staring at them like what are they even talking about I also think honey would also make Eddie take breaks because she's worried he's going to pass out or something like and she would always deliver sweets and pastries to his office so he can have energy to keep going throughout the day and she'll always like remind him You better be relaxing or at least come into my bakery for a blonde roast with a bear claw (which is a type of pastry)

"Eddie, You better be taking brakes because if you're tuckered out you'll be just as useful as a sedan chair on a railway So you better rest up and eat them bear claws to give you some energy or come over to my bakery and I treat you to a blonde roast with whatever pastry you like because you deserve a break from all that galavanting around the neighborhood trying to get everyone's mail on time"

Honey and Home: personally honey thinks home is very creepy every time she delivers Wally a baked apple She feels like home is just staring into her soul She sometimes thinks she's maybe overreacting but she just can't shake the feeling that home is always watching her and home senses that too which is why they probably don't like her either but again she always just gets this strange feeling every time she's around home

"I swear every I deliver treats to Wally I just can't shake the feeling that Home is #;&(_#(_!#9&!)_" (that was meant to be a glitch)

(Just a reminder none of that is Canon All this is all head cannons)

Honey and Wally: Honey likes Wally well enough he always is with Barnaby when he comes to the shop and always willing to give Wally a cup of tea and a baked apple She finds it funny that Wally gets confused when he sees an apple pie or an apple turnover, fritter ect So she made it to the point where she makes him a baked apple because it's still in the Apple form just baked So while he won't be confused and can enjoy apple treats even if he doesn't necessarily eat them She does it to make him happy And Wally has made her some art pieces around the shop which she's very grateful for

"Wally how many times do I have to tell you when it comes to making Apple desserts I usually have to cut and peel the apples up so the other neighbors can easily eat them, but for you sugarcube you always get a baked apple So you can enjoy like everyone else in this bakery"

Honey and Howdy: So their relationship is very complicated originally honey was made to be a ship for Howdy in my roleplay which I still do ship them because It holds a special place in my heart and it's just a reminder of how I created Honey That's why it's so special I like to believe that it's all like love-hate between them because they are extremely competitive with each other because their businesses are literally right next to each other So they could be very competitive whether that is seeing how many customers they can serve in a certain amount of time limit or to see how much stock that they can sell Well in this case it's usually bread and pastries store-bought versus fresh bakery made and usually they are very competitive and sometimes they'll even call each other names honey calling him an uncouth con man And how do you making fun of her height or calling her an a northern belle (definition of northern bell: rough diamond. unsophisticated woman. boorish lady.) which usually sets her off but deep down I feel like they really like each other's work ethic because they both work hard and own businesses and they really care about each other no matter how competitive they can get and how much they insult each other and get underneath each other's skin Because none of them takes crap from another she's witty and willing to put Howdy's words back in his mouth

"well Mista Pillar, If I didn't know any better I would say you quite jealous of my shop the fact that people rather buy my baked goods over your overly processed bread and cookies from a factory Well it's not my fault that the neighbors have good taste Darlin' "

Honey and Barnaby: I like to think she like some enough but there are some points of Barnaby that she doesn't really care for for his personality at times she sometimes thinks that he's uncouth and quite rude with some of his jokes but he is a good customer and orders a lots of sweets and sometimes he is nice to talk to you when he's not being a complete jerk with his jokes

"Barn I know you like your jokes hun, but I run a reputable establishment and I will not take any uncouth jokes about my shop as payment I would hate to ban you Mr Beagle especially since you're one of my top customers"

Honey and Frank: I feel like they would be really good friends as well I feel like with Poppy they would all just bake together gossip and have tea and spill the tea like I don't know why I envision this I might even draw this of them just sitting around Poppy's table while baking and just having tea and just gossiping, I also have a feeling that Frank would come to Honey's place stressed out You know whether it's Barnaby the upset them or Howdy not letting them get groceries Because He didn't tell a good joke I have a feeling that honey would give him a friend's discount because she knows that Frank can have trouble with payment jokes and the type of payment that she gets from him is the tea the gossip so she'll be like gossiping and listening to his woes while he drinks a mocha with some custard that she made homemade for him because she knows He loves some custard

"Frank, sugar how many times am I going to tell you if You keep giving that dog so much attention He's just going to keep going You keep egging him on every reaction The more reactions you give him the more power he has over you Just take a deep breath and try to ignore him cuz once he realized that You won't even give him the time of day for a reaction he'll get bored and he'll leave and bother someone else keep that in mind shug"

So that's Honey's relationships with all the neighbors and how I would feel like she would talk to them I am planning on doing this with all my OCs I hope you enjoyed this I had a lot of fun making this and I actually laughed a lot while thinking about how honey would reply to some of the neighbors lol To be honest half of these I want to make comics for but I'm not a good comic maker but one of these days I got to illustrate these interactions lmao And I will say this again none of this stuff is canon this is just how I would think my OC would interact with all the other neighbors

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