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floridensis · 2 years
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uh yeah no problem i literally live for this
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stljedi · 1 year
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The og movie is overrated and the most sanitised vanilla version of Cats
Anon, you're going to get me in trouble with this lol.
strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree
So here's the thing - I am neither going to agree or disagree with this statement and remain thoroughly neutral, because I feel like I have some objective *and* subjective observations and opinions of the equal service and disservice the 1998 film did for the musical (and the overall fan interaction with it), but I don't feel like anyone really wants to hear those.
Also, I know it's special for a lot of people, and who am I to pick at things when part of the unique nature of this musical is the fact there *are* so many versions to enjoy.
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ranvwoop · 1 year
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i am actually quite the christmas enjoyer and it's december first so i'm allowed to be annoying now
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jrueships · 2 years
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he is my girlfriend 😊😊😊
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rjmbaboonbooks · 1 month
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Daily Comic Journal: March 10, 2022: "I Think We Made A Good Argument."
Now before anyone says anything, I agree. The rezoning of that 1.1 acre area in our neighborhood would damage everyone’s property values and that’s a BAD thing. But, what I observed from those two residents and what I tried to get across in the comic was, all that mattered to them was how it affected them. They didn’t care how it affected the other ten home owners, or their children who rode…
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Sex on intravenous drugs sounds great
The whole installation is a bit problematic for me
Titties are a good coping mechanism it seems
#I infected the O with A#a carrier with no symptoms#don't tell anyone#can I watch you two make out and smoke crack#like I will smoke crack too but it will be like my favorite porno with taste sensors#internal sensoring I don't know but you say my ability to externalize my feelings is admirable#the intro of thug mentality 1999 is like the kingdom of hell with all the spawns ready to rise#as asq#just look here baby boy while mommy fixes you#me: ok#do I watch or look away#I find myself watching *shrugs*#I'm just like get it done the first time#I love a girl that can make observations with prudence#like sorry my path at no poing was like you should do these hard drugs#everyone I saw doing them sans one who I didn't know was doing them was fucking retarded#and I have a special hate for alcoholics#drugs no that's fine#but not being able to survive without alcohol... you're a fucking disgrace go smoke some weed#sure let's see ram dass talk....did this guy used to do commercials for african children#I am like sitting there and this guy closes his eyes like shut up and talk mother fucker#mckenna is just like going along with whatever using his own lingo against him blending it back in#like this is what the ivy league schools produce apparently#yet my family's name is there at the founding how strange#they just faded into obscurity with the exception of a new England law firm and several dead homeopathic doctors#there are those shots where its just a shirt and they're so big#like almost as big as my hands#;)#we massage the whole area to la#it will be nice to share breast sucking tine with
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commercialnoidas · 3 months
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Retail Shops in Noida Expressway - Commercial Noida
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jolikmc-thoughts · 1 year
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I dunno what it is with me… but I seem to have this natural inclination to gravitate toward bunny girls of a certain color hue.  Specifically, I seem to have a subconscious affinity toward rabbits who are yellow, tan, or orange.  This is so deep-seated that when I was making my rabbicoon character, she ended up having that kind of fur color, too!
Like I said, I have no idea why.  I like not-yellowy bunnies just fine, but my absolute favorite rabbits are almost always the ones who are between yellow and orange in coloration.
I wonder if that means anything to anyone…?
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rubenlorenzoaraujo · 1 year
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Trabajar en motores eléctricos tras haber conocido el motormonitor, software de MS-DOS, resulta difícil.
Al menos cuando la empresa da el salto al Pdma, de Estados Unidos, una verdadera pasada.
Si el área comercial no apuesta por el servicio, entonces hay un problema; pues la venta del equipo iba a ser inicialmente difícil por su elevado precio.
En esas situaciones se agradece la apuesta de Pdma por romper la barrera del idioma con gente, como Luis León del área técnica y Herbert Libreros del comercial.
Ambos fueron buenos contactos, tanto por por su profesionalidad como en el aspecto personal.
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ultramanyaoi · 1 year
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dont wanna fear monger abt ai art but i do think while opposing the tech itself isnt productive n like u know the Real Enemy is capitalism,, sadly we live in capitalistic societies. no companies wont use ai art to decrease workload n enable artists to speed up their work flow or focus on more significant works. theyre just gonna use it to position artists and designers as obsolete while continuing to piggyback off of their work like wowzas big surprise.
the truth is most or at least the most championed perspectives on ai art is the one from grifters who have no appreciation for the labour of artists. these people take from artists knowingly to create custom models KNOWING that these artists wont know and thats just despicable.
yes ip laws are ass but the ones abusing them now are not the artists being stolen from?? but rather the big developers and trainers using this to devalue them? its not just profits that artists are losing and accusing them of being self centred anti progress folks is just missing the point now
i think we need to face that while ai art is capable of being a tool of innovation and creativity or innocent fun, the people helming its advancement have less interest in that. the way they use it NOW is the problem not how it could be used.
like argh YES YES hypotheticals. but theres a problem NOW!!! the theft, the lack of credit and acknowledgement of artists. its not a stem vs art oh the dumb ip brainwashed artists shtick :(
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abloomrealty · 1 year
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doumadono · 1 month
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MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST
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♡ Dabi ♡
Dabi, maintaining his usual nonchalant demeanor, brushes off Valentine's Day as insignificant. "It's just another day," he grumbles when you inquire about plans, his gaze fixed on something distant.
Despite his indifference towards the holidays of any kind, Dabi ensures that you feel loved every day. He might not express it verbally, but through his actions, like a gentle touch or a shared glance, he conveys his affection.
Dabi, surprisingly in touch with emotions, recognizes that you might have different expectations for Valentine's Day. "I get it, you want some romantic crap. Fine," he reluctantly admits, acknowledging the importance it holds for you.
Instead of traditional gifts, Dabi puts thought into finding something unique that resonates with you. It could be a rare book, a piece of artwork, or an item related to your hobbies. "I figured you'd like this better than some cliché crap, doll," he remarks.
During the day, Dabi might express his affection in subtle ways. A brush of his fingers against yours, a lingering glance, a warm hug, a rare smile or a shared cigarette.
Dabi, not one for grand gestures, suggests spending quality time together. "We can do whatever you want."
Dabi prefers low-key activities, so he suggests a casual day out rather than an extravagant date. It could be a stroll through a less crowded part of town or a visit to a place that holds personal significance.
Dabi values private moments over public displays of affection. He might pull you aside for a quiet conversation or a shared moment away from prying eyes, kissing you passionatelly in an alley after picking the order from your favourite restaurant.
In the evening, Dabi might create a quiet, intimate atmosphere. He pulls you close, whispering, "I'm not good with words, but you know what you mean to me, right?" His actions speak louder than any declaration.
The evening is peaceful, just the two of you, enjoying each other's company without the need for excessive words.
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♡ Shigaraki ♡
Shigaraki openly expresses his disdain for Valentine's Day, dismissing it as a celebration that glorifies something horrific. "It's just a stupid, commercialized excuse to sell crap. I don't get the hype," he grumbles.
Despite his aversion, when he notices your excitement for the occasion, Shigaraki chooses to bite his tongue.
In a rare show of consideration, Shigaraki instructs Kurogiri to order a bouquet of your favorite flowers from the local florist. This act of embracing the holiday, even reluctantly, is his way of showing that he cares about your happiness.
"I don't get why people like this crap, but if it makes you happy, I'm willing to change my mind."
Shigaraki, true to his personality, prefers a minimalist celebration. Instead of grand gestures, he might suggest a quiet evening or a simple dinner, keeping the focus on the two of you without succumbing to excessive sentimentality.
He ensures that all the League of Villains members are assigned unexpected additional missions, even though they may express their discontent. Shigaraki wants to spend this day with you only.
As the day progresses, Shigaraki might quietly observe your joy. "You better appreciate this. I don't do this for just anyone," he remarks, a hint of satisfaction in his tone, showing that your happiness matters to him.
For the evening, Shigaraki proposes an anti-romantic movie night, selecting films that defy typical romantic clichés. "None of that sappy stuff. Let's watch something that doesn't make my teeth hurt," he suggests.
As you drift into slumber nestled in his embrace, he delicately traces patterns on your back with his pinky cautiously elevated to prevent any accidental decay. "I love you, little Y/N," he whispers, even though he's well aware that you're already lost in the realm of dreams.
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♡ Bakugo ♡
Valentine's Day, according to Bakugo, is a bothersome and superficial affair, hiding behind a facade of fake sentimentality. Ranting about the superficiality of the day, Katsuki loudly declares, "I don't need some capitalist crap to tell me when to appreciate someone, tsk!"
"It's a dumb day. Why should I care?" Initially dismissing the idea of celebrating, he flaunted his lack of interest until the sight of your disappointment shattered his nonchalant façade.
Experiencing a pang in his chest, he noticed your lower lip trembling as you tried to assure him that you didn't need to participate. Even though he often expressed his emotions through actions, he couldn't shake the feeling that this time might be different.
With a resigned sigh, he swallows his pride, extending a genuine apology. He confesses to a change of heart, "Look, I changed my damn mind. No harm in spending time together or making this stupid day special, I guess. You're important or whatever."
Bakugo, true to himself, plans unconventional celebration. "If we're gonna do this, we'll do it my goddamn way. Tsk, I heard there's a place with those damn fluffy dogs. Don't get any ideas, I just thought it might be amusing or something," he grumbles, leading you to a Shiba cafe.
Bakugo finds himself in a rare, awkward position as one of the dogs playfully jumps on him. "Stupid mutt, get off!" he protests, but you catch a fleeting, embarrassed smile as he secretly enjoys the canine attention.
As you both sip coffee surrounded by Shiba Inu companions, Bakugo, unaccustomed to public displays of affection, reaches for your hand under the table and rubs its top with his thumb while drinking his espresso.
The sheer joy on Bakugo's face as a Shiba snuggles against him is a sight to behold. He attempts to hide it with a dismissive comment, "They're just damn dogs, but whatever, they're kinda cute, I guess."
Upon arriving home, Bakugo could catch you off guard by presenting a dessert skillfully shaped like a heart. "It's stupid, but fine. You better eat it," he grumbles, a touch of pride in his eyes surfacing as you commend his cooking prowess.
As the day draws to a close, Bakugo may catch you off guard with an unforeseen tender moment – enfolding you in his sturdy arms, drawing you snugly against his robust chest. He gently massages your shoulders and plants affectionate kisses on your face. "I love you, Y/N. Make sure you never forget that," he declares, his words carrying a sincerity that transcends his usual gruff demeanor.
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♡ Shoto ♡
While Shoto may come across as indifferent to Valentine's Day, the truth is, he's like a child eagerly anticipating a visit to a candy store, envisioning a day filled with profound love shared with you.
Shoto brims with an unusual level of excitement, eager to shower you with pampering and spoils. While he typically engages in such gestures, this time, he has elaborate plans under wraps – surprises that would catch you off guard and leave you pleasantly astonished.
On Valentine's morning, you wake up to the irresistible aroma of a homemade breakfast. Shoto, armed with a chef's apron, presents a heart-shaped feast, each dish crafted with precision and love. As you enter the kitchen, he greets you with a warm smile, "Happy Valentine's Day. This is just the beginning."
Throughout the day, you discover tiny love notes strategically placed in unexpected corners. Each note holds sweet affirmations, showcasing Shoto's meticulous effort to sprinkle your day with joy.
In a quiet moment, Shoto presents you with a carefully crafted, handmade gift. It could be a piece of art, a personalized item, or something that holds sentimental value. He shyly admits, "I wanted to make something special for you. I hope you like it."
Unbeknownst to you, Shoto unveils a surprise date that surpasses all expectations. "I thought we could spend the day doing things you enjoy. It's all about making you happy." From a tranquil picnic in the park to a spontaneous dance under the stars, every moment is curated to create lasting memories.
Upon returning home, as evening approaches, Shoto unveils a cozy haven, complete with blankets and your favorite snacks. The ambiance exudes warmth, inviting you to unwind and revel in the tranquility of your shared love.
The day concludes with a handwritten love poem, penned by Shoto himself. Each line is an eloquent expression of his feelings, capturing the nuances of your connection in words as sweet as the love that binds you.
Before you retire for the night, Shoto pulls you into a gentle embrace. "Thank you for being with me. Happy Valentine's Day," he whispers, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
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♡ Hawks ♡
Upon waking up on Valentine's Day, you're greeted with a pile of gifts neatly arranged beside the bed. Hawks, unable to contain his excitement, watches for your reaction with a grin. "Happy Valentine's Day, babe. Open them up!"
Hawks takes Valentine's Day as the ultimate opportunity to showcase his love. From breakfast in bed to surprise outings, he plans an entire day filled with over-the-top affectionate gestures. "Get ready for a day all about you, songbird."
Hawks, with his love language being gift-giving, meticulously selects each present. "I thought of everything you might like. You're worth it," he mentions as you uncover thoughtful and personalized gifts.
The day unfolds with whimsical adventures – perhaps a surprise trip to an amusement park or an impromptu picnic. Hawks is determined to make the day unforgettable.
Throughout the day, Hawks showers you with unexpected compliments. "You know, you're the best thing that ever happened to me," he confesses.
As the day progresses, Hawks concludes with a romantic dinner, whether it's a home-cooked meal or a reservation at a fancy restaurant. "To us and many more Valentine's Days to come," he toasts, a warmth in his golden eyes.
As the day comes to a close, Hawks proposes the idea of late-night stargazing. Draped in blankets, both of you settle on the spacious balcony of his apartment. Hawks, pointing out constellations, weaves stories of the night sky. "Just us and the stars. Can't beat a moment like this, huh?"
As the day winds down, Hawks might surprise you with a midnight snack. "Can't end the day on an empty stomach. Here, your favorite, babybird," he says, presenting a thoughtful treat.
As you both drift into a peaceful slumber wrapped in each other's arms, Keigo can't help but revel in the profound happiness that washes over him. Having found the love of his life, he's determined to cherish this precious connection on a daily basis, not just during Valentine's Day.
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skaye44 · 1 month
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Chef's Kiss
Avengers Bucky
Summary: You're the new chef at the compound and Bucky takes to you immediately. You develop feelings for each other and enjoy spending time with the grumpy super soldier.
Content warnings: Language...fluffy Bucky, literally nothing else....
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“So that’s the kitchen, pantry, and supplies. Whatever you need, let me know and I’ll get it for you” Tony said as you both came out of the commercial kitchen that was attached to a smaller regular kitchen and large dining room. 
“I think you have every gadget imaginable in there. I can’t wait to jump in and start!” you said looking over everything in your folder. 
“There’s everyone’s dietary needs and preferences” Tony observed you looking over the files. 
There were names, photos, and their food likes and dislikes on the sheets you were given.
Tony and his wife Pepper were having dinner one night and they couldn’t get over how well their food tasted. They asked for the chef, and you walked out, expecting to have to defend your dish, but you were met with praises and a job offer on the spot. 
Yes, THE Tony Stark offered YOU a job cooking for the Avengers. You would be the head chef, preparing meals, snacks, and catering any parties he wanted to throw, and you were more than happy to accept his offer.
“Tomorrow, 5am start. Here are the security clearances and information on navigating the compound. The kitchen is always stocked, so you shouldn’t have any problems figuring out what to make” 
You nodded. 
“You can also order in whatever food you want as well. You’ll get a schedule emailed to you once a week so you know how many people you need to make meals for, of course that can change, if any emergency comes up” 
You nodded again feeling like a bobblehead. 
You already had a bunch of ideas about meals, but you needed to study everyone’s preferences first before you could let loose.
When you arrived back at your apartment, you read the information Tony handed you. You stayed up that night, reading over everyone’s preferences, likes, and dislikes, making notes, organizing meals, reviewing schedules. You were excited and nervous to cook for the Avengers, but you managed to get a few hours of sleep before your alarm sounded.
The next day, you arrived bright and early to the compound. You found your way to the dining room and kitchen, fired up the oven, made coffee, and proceeded to organize things how you like them. 
You wandered out of the kitchen and decided to set the large table, placing plates, cutlery, napkins, glasses, cups, and a few small vases with flowers on the table to brighten up the place. You wanted to make a good first impression, then you headed back to the kitchen to start.
Bucky looked over at his clock for the 100th time that night and decided forcing himself to sleep was useless, so he got up and started his day. He hated that his sleep patterns were so screwed up. 
Some nights he barely slept an hour, and other nights, he slept like a rock. He grumbled to himself as he changed and got himself dressed and cleaned up. He was having a hard time fitting in at the compound. He felt like everyone was walking on eggshells when they were around him. He felt stares and heard whispers from the other agents, almost waiting to see if he would turn into the Winter Soldier. 
It was almost humorous they thought he would magically snap. That was taken care of in Wakanda, but not like anyone trusted him. He spent his days alone, or with Steve. Sometimes Sam would join them, but he could only take so much of Sam before he wanted to slap him. Many agents just left him alone and he was fine with it, but sometimes it hurt not having anyone to talk to or share his life with.
Bucky walked down the hall and was headed to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. When he turned and entered the dining room, he froze. There was music on, and he could hear footsteps on the other side of their kitchen. He looked around and noticed the table was already set. 
He walked over to it and found a small vase of flowers in front of the spot he sits in. He smiled lightly at the fresh flowers sitting neatly in their vase. He walked over to the kitchen and swung open the door to see who was there. 
When he saw who it was, he froze in his tracks. 
He didn’t expect to see anyone as pretty as you working away, singing to yourself. You were cutting up fruit and adding it into a large bowl. Bucky admired your knife skills as he watched you dance slightly and move to the beat of the song you had playing. 
Your hair was braided, and you wore a bandana around your head, trying to tame the fly-aways, but it wasn’t working that well. 
He smiled lightly as you sang off key while you continued to chop up the fruit. He cleared his throat which seemed to snap you out of your groove causing you to stop dead in your tracks and stare at the large presence in the room.
“Hello” you smiled, and Bucky nodded. 
“I’m Y/n” you said as he kept looking at you. 
You had a hard time focusing on anything else but the large man in the doorway to your kitchen. 
He was handsome, but you immediately snapped out of it. 
You couldn’t go and ogle the first Avenger you see on your very first day on the job; it would be unprofessional but those eyes…those eyes were something else. 
“Um, can I get you anything?” you asked smoothing out your new chef’s jacket. 
The man just stood there staring at you. 
“Coffee” he finally said, and you nodded. 
“There’s a large carafe of it already on the table. I made some when I first got here. Cream and sugar are out there too” you proudly said. 
He went to turn around to walk out, but you stopped him. 
“You’re James!” 
He turned around and nodded. 
“You like basic food, nothing too spicy, and you have a bit of a sweet tooth” you smiled, and he blushed. 
“Ah, yeah…” 
He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. 
“Y-you can call me Bucky” he said right before he walked out of the kitchen. 
Ok then. 
You shrugged your shoulders and went back to cutting your fruit. 
Bucky walked to the coffee pot and fixed himself a cup. He wanted to head back to the kitchen to talk with you more, but he didn’t want to bother you, plus, Steve found him before he could move.
“Morning Buck” came Steve as Bucky nodded while taking a sip of coffee. 
“You make coffee?” he asked as he grabbed himself a cup. 
“She did” Bucky said pointing to the kitchen. 
“Who?” asked Steve as he brought his cup with him to investigate. 
The door swung open, and another handsome blonde man stood before you. 
Where do they keep appearing from? 
“Good morning” you smiled while putting a platter of meats and cheeses down on your prep table. 
“Nice to meet you. You must be the new chef Tony mentioned yesterday” 
You smiled proudly. 
“I’m Y/n” 
“Wait, new chef?” asked Bucky and you nodded. 
“You’re Steve. You have similar food preferences like Bucky, but you prefer fresh veggies and fruits. Little bit of sweets are ok, but basic food. You both are easy” you chuckled lifting the bowl of fruit and placing it into the fridge. 
The two men blushed slightly as they watched you work. 
“Can I get you something for now? Tony mentioned communal eating but if you’re hungry now, I can whip you up something before the others?” you asked. 
“No, we’re good. I’m headed for a run. You comin’ Buck?” asked Steve and Bucky shook his head no. 
“Staying behind Steve” he said and Steve smirked at Bucky. 
You didn’t notice as you were bent over in the fridge. 
“Well, if you change your mind, let me know and I can make you whatever you’d like” you smiled watching Steve leave, then Bucky followed.
Bucky was smiling a little as he sat and drank his coffee. 
“What are you so smiley about?” asked Steve. 
Bucky instantly frowned and grumbled to himself. 
“I am not”
Steve smirked. 
“Whatever. See you in a bit” Steve winked at Bucky making him roll his eyes. 
Bucky thought he’d have the same day as always, but something was different; he was excited for the first time in a long time.
The rest of the team woke and joined everyone in the dining room while you placed a large bowl of fruit, a platter of cheese and meats, and some jams, jellies, and spreads down on the table. 
“Everyone, this is Y/n, the new chef. Y/n, this is everyone. Be nice to her since she’ll be the one making your meals” Tony announced.
You smiled at the group. 
“Hello. Nice to meet you” you waved as everyone smiled and nodded. 
You made pancakes, a few different kinds of eggs, toast, whatever the team wanted, and you were loving it. Everyone liked the food and was happy at what you did. They got up from their spots as you spent time clearing the table and packing away the leftovers. Bucky stayed behind to help. 
“You don’t have to help me you know”
Bucky was carrying in a stack of empty plates. 
“I know, but I don’t mind”
You were glad you had his help and thanked him before he left making him blush. The man was adorable. You spent the rest of the morning cleaning and preparing for your first dinner.
Bucky loved having you as the official chef. He liked it when you set the breakfast table and put a small vase of flowers in front of his spot. 
One morning, Sam went to move the vase that was in front of Bucky over to his spot instead. 
“What are you doing? Y/n placed those there” Bucky said as Sam scoffed at him. 
“I’d like them in front of me. You always get them in front of you” Sam pouted. 
Bucky gave him a death glare. 
Sam eventually moved the flowers back in front of Bucky and held up his hands in surrender. 
Steve noticed the shift in his friend’s behaviour and was glad Bucky was relaxing more and more. He seemed to be happiest on the days you worked and that made Steve grin at the thought of his best friend possibly having a little crush on you. He was going to have to have a little chat with him about this.
Over the next few months, your routine with feeding the team became easier and easier. Everyone was welcoming and were enjoying the food you prepared, perhaps one Avenger in general was enjoying more than just your food.
“Morning Bucky!” you called over your shoulder as you heard the kitchen door open, and the familiar steps of the super soldier walk in. 
“Mornin’ doll” was always his answer, making you blush hard at his nickname for you. 
Every morning at 5am, Bucky headed down to the kitchen, grabbed some coffee, and sat at the small table you set for him in the kitchen. 
He would watch you work while sipping his coffee as the two of you chatted about anything and everything.
5am was always the highlight of your day since you got to spend time with Bucky without any interruptions. 
You would make him whatever he wanted as he usually had two breakfasts, one with you and the other with the team a few hours later. 
He told you he needed lots of food because of the super soldier serum but really, he was stuffed by the time the team ate so he forced himself to eat the food you made him a second time just to be polite.
Sometimes you would make him toast and eggs, sometimes you would make him pancakes, and sometimes you would have a little fun and make him a plate of pancakes, add a bacon smile, and scrambled eggs as hair. 
When you were starting out your career, you used to work in a diner and made breakfast “faces” for the kid’s meals, but Bucky didn’t seem to mind. 
He loved it. 
You sometimes made chocolate chip pancakes or banana nut ones, depending on what you felt like and Bucky always happily ate everything you put in front of him. 
You loved spending time with Bucky. You read up on him a few days after you first met him. Of course, you were shocked at his former life, but you didn’t see him like that. You saw a man who’s been to hell and back, but also has a smile on his face, is quiet, polite, kind, has a sarcastic sense of humour, and fiercely loyal. 
You liked getting to know him. All the times he spent in your kitchen eating his early breakfast felt like mini dates to you since no one else was around, but you always shook those thoughts from your head and snorted at the thought of you and Bucky dating. 
He’d never go out with me.
“Hey Buck, wait up!” called Steve as Bucky was walking down to the gym. 
“Hey Steve” 
Bucky said as he opened the doors to the gym. 
“What do you have planned today?” asked Steve. 
They both walked towards the punching bags. 
“Not much” replied Bucky. 
He stood there wrapping his hand. 
Steve smirked at Bucky. 
“What?” he asked looking at his friend through narrowed eyes. 
“Nothin’” 
Steve slapped a hand on Bucky’s back making Bucky wince slightly. 
“Just noticed you’re happier lately, that’s all. It’s nice to see.” 
Bucky rolled his eyes and blushed. 
“Wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain chef, would it?” Steve asked and Bucky turned a new shade of red.
“N-no…I’m fine Steve. Just feeling better that’s all” Bucky re-assured him. 
“You should ask her out” Steve casually mentioned as Bucky went to hit the punching bag but missed. 
“What?” 
Bucky turned to face Steve with wide eyes. 
“Ask her out. She’s a great gal. You two seemed to hit it off” 
Steve shrugged his shoulders. 
He’s been meaning to plant that seed in Bucky’s head for a while now as Bucky thought about it. Sam walked into the gym and Steve patted Bucky’s arm and turned to walk towards Sam. 
“Think about it” he called over his shoulder as Bucky stood there in thought.
Could he ask you out? 
You were nice to him, he liked your jokes and you listened to him when he talked about his past, never judging him, or making him feel like a monster. He hadn’t thought about asking anyone out on a date in forever. He used to be so smooth and sure of himself but now, would you go out with someone like him? 
Bucky thought more about Steve’s words and the more he thought about them, the more he would work himself up into an anxious mess. 
He was going to test his theory the next morning and see if you would be interested in going out on a date with him.
“Morning Bucky!” 
“Morning Doll” he replied, sitting down in the usual spot you had set for him. 
“So, whatcha got goin’ on today?” you asked as you were kneading cinnamon bun dough.
“Not much. Was thinking about going to that new coffee shop later. The one on 51st. There’s supposed to be a bookstore attached to it” Bucky said sipping his coffee while he watched you work. 
He watched your face to see your reaction. 
You thought about it.
“Oh right. It’s supposed to be pretty chill inside. Heard the coffee’s good” you said finishing the dough, moving it to the side to let it rest. 
You moved on to some fruit while you grabbed a bowl and a knife. 
“Do you like going out for coffee?” asked Bucky. 
He was proud of himself for asking that.
“Yeah, sure Bucky. I like coffee although I don’t get to go as much as I like, but I sometimes manage on my days off” you smiled, and he nodded. 
“Do you want any breakfast now? I can make you something before the group?” you asked, and he shook his head no. 
He was too nervous to eat anything. 
HIs stomach was in knots.
“Ok, let me know if you change your mind” you winked at him, making him blush a little. 
You liked making Bucky blush. 
He watched you work a little more. 
You stole a few glances at him now and then and noticed he was a little antsy. 
“You ok over there?” 
“Doyoumaybewanttogowithmesometime” Bucky blurted out, then he cringed to himself when he saw your confused face. 
“Sorry, what was that?” you asked, stopping what you were doing so you could listen. 
You had no idea what he just said.
Bucky was a red sweaty mess. 
“Do you maybe…want…to go…out…with me…sometime? For coffee?” he asked as you stood there with a blank face. 
“Are you asking me out Sarge?” you teased, and Bucky nodded. 
You smiled warmly at him and took a few steps towards him, so you were standing in front of him. 
“I’d like that”
“Really?” he asked, and you nodded. 
“Of course!” you swatted his shoulder, and you could see him let out a breath of relief. 
“To the new coffee shop?” you asked, and he nodded. 
“Ok. You buy the coffees and I’ll buy you a book. It’s only fair” you said as Bucky smiled brightly. 
You leaned in and kissed his cheek. 
“Can’t wait!” you said turning back to your fruit while Bucky sat there with a smile not even Sam could wipe from his face.
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The design options displayed in this kitchen include a magnificent industrial stove which surprisingly doesn't seem out of place in a room whose robin's-egg blue and eggshell white coloring give the whole space a delicate, feathery weightlessness. Observe how naturally the size and bulk of a stainless-steel commercial stove fits right in, suggesting that the sheer bulk of large appliances need not limit the design concepts used.
Beyond The Kitchen: A Dreamer’s Guide, 1985
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Husk with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario
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warnings: aged-up!reader [early to late twenties], spoilers for episode 4 to the season finale, mentions of physical abuse and attempted drugging, violence, Husk's language, dismemberment, mentions of cannibalism.
Hey guys, and welcome to another Hazbin Hotel fics, this time featuring our grumpy bartender and one of my favorite characters, Husk! :) This is a collaborated project with not just @isuckatwritingsobenice, but also with @vikkirosko, @witch-of-the-writing-desk, and @riddle-simp, who gave me honest feedback on the rough drafts and how to make it the best fic I could create before sharing it with the world.
If you would like to see more of Husk x Violet, please do let me know know in the comments section or as an ask! Like always, bullying is not tolerated here so if there is any implication of it happening here, this scenario will be taken down immediately. If you have nothing nice to say, do not say it at all.
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Husk isn’t gonna deny it. It ain’t like him to deny the truth when it’s staring at him right in the fucking face. He thinks you are a little bit of an oddball. You don’t smile, you wear the same outfit every day, and you don’t eat much either unless Niffty practically drags you to the staff’s dining room from wherever she found you hiding. Normally, it’s one of two places: out in the backyard, or the greenhouse, because you’re the hotel’s groundskeeper. And that was on your days off.
 Like Angel, you worked for an overlord, but your boss wasn’t that shitbag Valentino or Vox or Velvette. Your boss is Rosie, the owner of Rosie’s Emporium in the Cannibal Colony. You were her personal secretary. You had been on her payroll for over ten years, working from nine to five unless you had to stay later. She did not seem to mind you staying at the hotel so long as it did not affect her reputation or your work ethic in any way. 
So far you’ve kept your word. Alastor actually seemed to be happy that you were around. 
Maybe. Husk couldn’t fucking tell what that son of a bitch is thinking anymore. But back to you. 
You, who believed in Charlie’s work.
You, who participated in each activity and helped around without getting paid for your time.
You, the expressionless ex-military soldier, has been on his mind recently and he did not like it. 
He lost the ability to feel anything years ago. 
Nonetheless he continued to observe you from afar. When you weren’t busy with watering plants, you were seen in different parts around the hotel with the others. 
You would sit with the princess in the parlor, comparing ideas on what tomorrow’s group exercise should be, even when the only two ideas you’ve suggested were shot down immediately by Charlie. She didn’t like the idea of group bonding through hand-to-hand combat but loved the concept of showing appreciation to one another through handwritten letters. Vaggie approved the former. The latter? Not so much. 
In the kitchen you would go through the cookbook with Niffty and Alastor, trying to decide on tonight’s dinner.  They allowed you to help out, at least when it didn’t involve cracking eggs. Apparently you were not very good at separating the yolk. 
When Sir Pentious was away from the hotel doing God knows what, he trusted you to look after the Egg Bois until he got back. You kept them busy around the greenhouse though they tended to make a bit of a mess. 
Angel started to work extra late at the studio after his show and tell presentation. Something about making a big commercial and Val wanted to make big bucks on this new product that the Vees were launching in a week. You must have noticed that something was off about him, but you didn’t say anything to him. No words of encouragement, no comforting hand on his shoulder. All you did was clench your gloved hands into fists, watching him leave and…unsure of yourself. What you should do. 
Husk heard you asking Niffty what were some of the kid’s favorite foods about that time, and she was more than happy to help you with whatever it was you needed as long as you left the kitchen sparkling when you were done. You were concerned about the kid. Least from what he could remember. He drank a lot that day. 
When he woke up much later after falling asleep at the bar, hearing your footsteps descend down the grand staircase and towards the kitchen. Groggily, probably stupidly on his part, Husk thought it would be a great idea to know what the fuck you were up to so early in the morning. Turns out you were trying to cook something, judging from how you looked at the ratty cookbook propped up on the counter and the wide array of ingredients spread out. 
He saw you cook  finely chopped onions, garlic, and minced ground meat in the large frying pan on the left side of the stove. You stirred something in a smaller sauce pan on the right side with a wooden spoon. He saw you handle all of the ingredients with great care, placing them in a baking dish  even when you weren’t wearing your leather gloves. A small shudder crawled down his spine at how the kitchen lights bounced off of the adamantium skeletal prosthetics that acted as your hands. 
He didn’t even wanna know how exactly you lost them in the Great War. 
Everything was soon laid out, layer by layer and placed in the oven. He didn’t know he stood there for so long, even when you began to clean up the kitchen with a rag. Time ticked by slowly, and then a delicious aroma tickled his nose even as he took another swing of the half-filled booze bottle he was holding. He was about to leave you alone, knowing you’d be fine when he saw you pull out the dish with your hands and no oven mittens on, you fucking moron! Then his mind remembered something that stopped him from making an entrance. You couldn’t feel anything with your prosthetics, not even as you placed it on the stove top to let it sit. 
A couple of hours later - maybe he can’t keep track of time anymore so it might have been the following morning - he saw you giving Angel a large paper bag every morning before both of you left the hotel, and telling him to have a good day. 
Angel grudgingly thanked you later on that evening when he got back…though did say your garlic bread needed some work. The next day, he gave you a paper bag, telling you to taste real Italian grub and try to replicate it. 
Guess it became a game between the two of you, ‘cause Angel was slowly being someone real and not some fake  whiny bitch. 
As odd as you are….you cared about everyone in your own way, even when the words that came out of your mouth angered someone or made them cry, you tried. You never asked for help unless it was necessary, trying to learn everything on your own. And you were smart, Husk will give you that. 
And he…he doesn’t know if he had the heart to tell you that redemption might not be possible. Unlike him, you still carried a spark of hope. You believe in the princess. He doesn’t want to be the one to see you reach your breaking point, to be dragged into a swamp of despair and get drowned in all sorts of addictions to cope with the pain. He was…anxious. No. He was scared for you. He wanted to help you but he was afraid that by intervening, he would just make matters worse.
It was better to just stick to the sidelines with a bottle of booze and watch everything happen like the bartender Alastor wanted him to be, right? Well, turns out he was wrong. 
One night after he made Angel a drink and called him out on his bullshit for being fake, the whiny little bitch stormed out of the hotel. Vaggie tried to make him go out and bring him out, but Charlie intervened. All she asked him was to make sure that Angel was okay. Do not force him to come back if he isn't ready. Obviously judging from the distraught look on her face, something happened between the princess and Angel. 
Husk did not know what or why, and he really did not want to play the role of a goddamned babysitter. Not when it was actually a slow evening and he didn’t have to hear these fucks bitch and moan for hours on end. But Vaggie’s glare, knowing Alastor would force him to do it because he fucking can and not knowing what would happen if he actually violated the terms of their contract, he left the hotel. The first place he went to were the streets. No luck. And no one had seen him. When he moved his search to the bars, he spotted Angel going inside one of them. 
Long story short, he was going to hang back and just keep an eye on Angel getting drunk off his ass with some shady sharks in a corner booth until he saw one of them pour something into Angel’s drink. He took care of the fucker, got Angel out, and listened to him. Angel Dust was not just an act. It’s who he needs to be. Drinking and getting high is his escape. He wants to be damaged so that he won’t be Val’s favorite toy anymore. 
Then when it seemed like they came to an understanding with a song, those bastards opened fire on the streets, targeting him and wanting Angel to come back to have some ‘fun’. Yeah, fuck no. 
That was when he heard car tires screeching against the asphalt, doors opening and closing with more shouting. Husk gritted his teeth. “Shit.” He turned to Angel. “Stay down. I’ll take care of this.” He pulled out his cards, ready to hop onto the roof of the pink Volkswagen they were hiding when he heard a  shnk, a high pitched squeal, then a gurgle. 
THUD.
Shnk.
THUD.
C-crack.
THUD.
“Who the fuck is this bitch?! Kill her, kill her you stupid asshats!” 
“Holy shit, toots?! The fuck - why is she here?!” Angel cried. Husk raised his brow, craning his head as far as he could without being in range of a bullet to see what was going on. There were only two people Angel called toots and he was pretty damned sure they were back at the hotel, safe and sound. Not one of them blitzing across the street, dodging bullets and slicing enemies down with a hunter’s knife in one hand, a large carpet bag in the other. 
He blinked. Nope. He was sober. Shit. He thought as you weaved between the shitheads, disarming, decapitating, and snapping their necks in no particular order. You weren’t exaggerating when you said you were a weapon for the army.  When he saw a flash of movement from the smaller grunt, twirling a knife and aiming it for your head as you pumped lead into his friend, Husk made his move. Hopping onto top of the car and threw his cards. One cleanly sliced the asshole’s neck. 
He quickly made through the growing crowd, running towards you as he threw some dice into a hammerhead’s mouth. But when he turned his back towards them, he felt something light and strong coil around his neck, cutting off his air supply. 
Fuck. Garroting wire! Husk flailed around  scratching, kicking,  and trying to get loose but the fucker was too damned strong. Black spots began to appear in the corner of his eyes when he felt a white hot stinging pain graze his left cheek, then something warm and sticky with a metallic scent. Blood.
The body behind him dropped, and so did he, yanking the wire off  him and inhaling deep gulps of  precious oxygen. Husk looked up and saw Angel with a shit-eating grin and a Tommy Gun in his upper hands. 
“Eat lead, sucker!” The porn star cackled, firing several more bullets into the corpse and his buddies that were closing in on them. Angel grinned at him, extending a hand to help him up.”I told ya. I can handle myself, baby.” Husk felt a grin stretching his own face as the fella pulled out more weapons with more arms. Well….not something he was expecting. 
Between the three of them, they made quick work with the rest of the gang and their reinforcements. Like him and Angel, you were covered in grime and blood but you were all right. 
“Are you two all right?” You asked as you wiped off the blood from your knife with a handkerchief, the carpet bag by your feet and in pristine condition. “No limbs missing that weren’t missing before you arrived?” 
“Yeah, we’re good.” Angel said, putting away his guns and extra limbs. “More importantly, why the fuck are you out here instead of the hotel?!” He interrogated, his voice lowering an octave as he glared at you, stomping towards you. Before Husk could stop him, Angel grabbed  your cheeks with his hands and pinched them. “You know these streets are dangerous, toots! How many times do Vags and I gotta tell ya?! Come straight home when you’re done with work!” Then he blinked, his face turning white, his eyes widening in horror. “Toots,” He said slowly. “Y-you ain’t hooking up with anyone around here, are ya?!” He yelled, now pulling your cheeks outwards as if you were a cartoon character. 
You didn’t flinch from the cheek pinching or pulling; instead, you looked at him in slightly confusion. “I don’t understand. What does fishing have anything to do with this except that these men were quite literally loan sharks standing outside a nautical-themed bar?” You asked. 
“Toots.” Angel said warningly. “If you don’t give me a straight answer, I swear to fucking God I am going to yeet you off a rooftop.”
“ ‘Yeet’?” You repeated.
“[First Name], just tell us why you’re here.” Husk said, already feeling a headache coming on and in need of a drink. You turned your attention to him, then back at Angel before you spoke.
“Rosie sent me out on a last-minute errand to get fertilizer for her plants. But by the time I got there, the shop was already closed. I was on my way home when I heard the gunshots, and saw the two of you being pinned down. I was not going to leave my comrades behind when I could help them. So I did. And now,” You looked over at the bodies strewn across the street. “I have what I need. Two birds with one stone, as Rosie says.”
“Ya mean ‘kill two birds with one stone’, toots?”
“Yes.”
“So, by fertilizer, ya mean these schmucks that we just totally obliterated.”
“Yes.”
“Food for plants.”
“Carnivorous plants. And if the fertilizer is fresh, the better it is for them. Rosie loves her plants very much.” You said, pulling away from Angel and grabbed the carpet bag off of the ground, walking towards the nearest body. “If you do not want to be here, I suggest you leave quickly.” You knelt down, laying the bag down and opened it, laying out assorted tools. Bone saws, knives, a large roll of plastic wrap, etc. “Rosie says I have gotten much quicker at dismemberment.” You carefully peeled off your gloves, replacing them with gray surgical ones. 
Husk glanced at Angel, eyebrow raised. It seemed like they were thinking the same thing because the latter spoke up with a toothy grin. 
“Baby, I was a mobster long before I was a porn star. ‘Sides, hacking up a body all by yourself is gonna take you all night. Better to have more hands to get the job neater an’ faster, am I right Whiskers?” 
Husk smirked. “Can’t argue with that, Legs. Guess you’re stuck with us until this job is done. You got another bone saw in that bag of yours?” He asked with a grin, somehow…happy to actually be doing this. Who would have thought a new friendship started with cleaning up bodies?
You stared at them for a moment, obviously stunned because you must have thought they’d leave you here alone, before you pulled out two more bone saws and more rubber gloves. Your instructions were simple enough: the severed pieces couldn't be any bigger than your body, and they needed to be wrapped up tightly in the plastic wrapping or else you’d have to pay a hefty cleaning bill to get the blood out of the bottom of the bag. Angel’s extra limbs came in handy for the latter task. Between the three of them, they made quick work with the dead loan sharks and everything was loaded inside the carpet bag, and no one was the wiser. This was Hell, after all. Cannibalism, gun fights, and dismemberment was commonplace in these parts. 
You thanked him and Angel profusely, bowing your head to them before you shyly asked if they would be interested in getting a bite to eat. To Angel’s knowledge, the closest place that is still open late at night is Devil’s Diner, which is half a  block from Jackpot, the casino Husk had owned from his glory days as an overlord. The food wasn’t too bad there, and cheap too. 
Now that he thought about it, Husk had worked up more of an appetite after the fight and so did Angel. Better to do that than trying to cook something and waking up Niffty. So, the three of you went to Devil’s Diner. Of course, you tried to just have a cup of coffee, but neither he nor Angel were having it. Conditioning your body to minimize nutrients to complete a mission, his ass. 
Both he and Angel persuaded you to try the day’s special with some water plus dessert. Whatever you couldn’t finish, get a to-go box. Husk himself ordered a sandwich with chips. Angel got pancakes, sausage, strawberries, and a strong drink because he fucking deserved it. 
Conversation started slow at first, but as the orders were placed and drinks were served by their waiter, words were exchanged, and stories were shared. Angel revealed he had a little brother and more family down here, though he rarely talked to them anymore after getting into the show biz. Husk confessed that he used to be a magician in Las Vegas, showing off a trick with his cards. 
They shared a good laugh over Val’s shitty eyesight. It shouldn’t take thirty minutes to count three bills, but it fucking did for the moth man.
You told them that you were once commissioned to help a playwright finish his newest script after being on a hiatus for many years, but he had been a difficult man to work with because he had no interest in doing anything else except drinking his days away. You had actually acted out a scene on the lake where the hero would journey home to be reunited with her father after vanquishing a monster. That was when you began to understand how grief affects people in different ways…and how your actions affected the people you had killed on the battlefield. People who had families and had one-day wishes that would never be fulfilled because they died by your hand. You are here in Hell because you are, you were, a weapon to be used in war. Reconnecting with people, with your emotions…it’s a lot harder than you thought it would be. 
“That’s what being human is all about.” Husk said. “Ya make mistakes, ya regret the choices ya wish ya would have made, or should’ve made, and ya need to live with it.” He knew that better than anyone. 
“The old timer’s got a point but look at how far you’ve come!” Angel exclaimed, spreading his arms out as he began listing all the good things you have done and accomplished since you came to the hotel, though you still needed to learn how to bake real Italian bread, not just heat up the cheap frozen ones in the oven. Husk silently agreed with him, taking another swing of his whiskey. In the end, you got a to-go box, but Angel said he could take it back with him to the hotel. You still needed to deliver the body parts to your cannibal superior and Husk said he’d go with you. But you insisted that you would be fine on your own, and that he and Angel should get some rest. 
“Rosie will not let me stay long in the emporium with how late it already is. She’s very particular about keeping the lights on after business hours.” You said, the corners of your mouth tugging downwards into a frown as your gaze fell upon his wings. “Husk…you were twitching a little and I heard your spine crack earlier, and your voice sounded a little raspy. I do not know what the cause of your ailments beyond the scuffle with those loan sharks could be because I am not a doctor…but it would be better if you and Angel took it easy for the rest of the night.” 
Keep in mind that Husk had once been an overlord. Yes, he’s been out of the game for a while, he won’t deny it. But he was not going to admit that you might be right.  “There’s nothin’ to worry about, I’ll be fine. If I can handle a fight, taking you where you need to go will be a walk in the park.” He grumbled, ignoring Angel’s snickering. 
He watched you raise your hand, fingers outstretched towards one of his wings, and then you pulled it away to clench your hand into a loose fist. Husk saw your hesitancy isn’t because you were disgusted at the sight of them, or his appearance. Hell, you had more bloodstains on your clothes than him and Angel combined. No. You were hesitating because you were afraid that your touch might hurt him, or make the pain he was feeling worse. 
Husk grinned as he grabbed your wrist, pulling it forward and carefully coiling the gloved fingers around the outer part of the left wing near his forearm to give it a squeeze. “See?” He flexed the muscles. “I’m fine. You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.” It took him a second to realize how impulsive his actions were, seeing how your eyes widened and hearing Angel release a low, teasing whistle, muttering “Kinky~!” under his breath. Great. The kid wasn’t going to let this go, not even after a few drinks. Shit. Fuck. 
He tried to ignore the warmth flooding his face as he kept his gaze on you until you nodded your head, removing your hand from his wing. You were convinced that he was more than fine to accompany you back to Cannibal Colony, at least for the moment. You turned to Angel. “Are you going to be okay, heading back to the hotel on your own?”
Angel smiled toothily. “Toots, you should know me by now. Sex isn’t the only thing I’m good at.” He winked, holding up the to-go boxes as he turned on his heel, waving his extra hands over his shoulder. “See ya back at the bar! Ya still owe me a drink, Husker~!” Now that he left the diner, it was time for the two of you to make your exit. 
You walked down the steps and looked at him. “Ready?”
Husk nodded. “Yeah.” He then held out his paw to you. “Let’s get going.” You nodded, placing your hand in the center of his own, covering the golden-heart shaped paw  before he scooped you up in his arms, one claw under your legs and the other around your shoulders. You stared at him.
“What-”
“Hang on tight.” Husk did not give you a chance to respond, unfurling his wings to their full length before putting all of his weight on his back leg, catapulting the two of you into the crimson skies of the Pride Ring. Walking was fine and all, but as you mentioned, it was already pretty late. Why waste more time when he could fly there? 
So here you were, held like a princess with one arm wrapped around the carpet bag and your hand placed on his shoulder. But instead of screaming your head off or pleading with him to land somewhere, your attention was elsewhere. You were captivated with the multi-colored pin pricks of light down below,  your mouth partly open and [Eye Color] irises widened by a fraction. It was obvious that you hadn’t seen Hell from above. Or maybe you hadn’t traveled by air before. Either way, seeing such an expression on your face, one that wasn’t calm or expressionless like a doll who lived by someone else’s order.
You looked like a living, breathing human who had her own thoughts and could find beauty in the most bizarre of places. 
It almost made Husk consider extending this flight for a little longer until he realized he’d have to explain to you in great detail as to why he did decide to do it. So he brushed it off, and followed your instructions to your destination. 
Twenty minutes later, the two of you arrived at the stone steps leading up to the glass double doors of Rosie’s Emporium. The dimly lit streets were mostly empty, the bars were still open and echoed with raucous laughter and jazz. It was tempting to slip inside there for a drink, but Husk wasn’t too keen on being around cannibalistic drunks. Alcoholic he might be, he wasn’t that stupid. And he didn’t want you to get in trouble with the overlord who ran this place. She was your boss, not his. 
He watched you put a hand into your coat pocket and pulled out a small golden key. You put it in the dead bolt, twisting it to the left before pushing the door open. “Miss Rosie?” You called out, stepping inside the darkened establishment. “Miss Rosie, it is me. I am back.” 
A moment of silence enveloped the place, but only briefly because soon a tall, thin woman in a burgundy dress with an oversized hat and feathers materialized in front of you. She was at least two or three heads taller than you, smiling down with rows of sharp, gray teeth and pitch black orbs. “Oh there you are, I was startin’ to really get worried! Did John give you everything for my precious little sprouts?”
You quickly explained what had happened, how you could not see John because he had closed the shop by the time you got there but the fertilizer you collected from a gun fight you got into and came out victorious should be more than enough. Rosie was all but delighted, twirling in a small circle as she cooed.
“Ohh, I knew it was a good idea to hire you from the moment you came for the interview! I wish I could’ve seen you at work, using that bone saw and hacking away at corpses, but there’s always another day~! You know how many people come in wishing to have their husbands or wives ripped from limb to limb, at least the ones that taste bad! Ah?” She stopped dancing, craning her long neck to stare at him. “Who’s this you brought with you, [First Name]?” She looked over her shoulder, wagging a finger at you with a raised brow. “Come now, I know I said I wanted you to find a good fella someday, but this one’s way too scruffy for you and you’re much too young for him! Oh, I’m just kidding, I know you’re dedicated to your job! Well? Introduce us!”
You did, introducing him to the overlord as Husk and the hotel’s bartender. Alastor must have told her about him because she immediately called him ‘Alastor’s kitty cat’ and ‘how he used to be such a sophisticated-looking fella until he gambled against Alastor’. She laughed. “Well, small world, after all! [First Name], be a dear and take that bag into the back, will you? I’ll feed the little monsters myself, and you can go home! Oh, did you want some pinky fingers to go? I’ve got plenty of them and you probably didn’t eat dinner again, am I right?”
“Understood. And no thank you, though I will take up on the offer to try one of those roasted legs next time.” Husk almost gagged at your monotone words and Rosie’s cackle, but he had to keep his composure. As far as he knew, you were not a cannibal. And if you were…well, you probably wouldn’t have gone out of your way to help him and Angel, or at least order something from the Cannibal’s Section at the diner instead of force feeding yourself on the daily special. 
You might have only been gone for a few minutes, but it was awkward to stand near Rosie, the way she smiled at him like she was thinking about adding him to her menu for not dressing up in a vintage outfit. At least he hoped not. He could barely contain his relieved sigh when you appeared again, hands empty with no bag in sight. 
“It’s done.”
“Wonderful~! Now, you march up to bed as soon as you get in the door young lady! No staying up late!” She said, following the two of you to the door. “Give my regards to Alastor and tell that man he must come back soon! These halls have lost their sparkle without his lively presence! Oh! Before I forget~!” She snapped her fingers, and in a puff of dark red smoke, a large wad of bills materialized in your hands. “Here’s your paycheck! I know it’s a little early but I have a very important task for you to do tomorrow!” She grinned. “Go to town and buy yourself some new clothes for work!”
You faltered. “But -”
“Tomorrow is your day off I know, and I really, really love your enthusiasm when you try to come in to help around, but a proper lady of society cannot live on just one dress and a pair of boots! Oh, and you will also need to get a Hellphone in case something like this happens again! No ifs, ands, or buts! If Alastor throws a fit about it, I’ll talk to him! Now, shoo! Husker, be a dear and get my darling worker back to that hotel safely, all right?” She added with a wink.
Husk grunted exasperatedly but did not say a word. The last thing he wanted to do was go pissing off an overlord who just happened to be the Boss’ friend. So he just nodded, and followed you out of the door. When it shut behind them with a click, things got…awkward. Now that you weren’t carrying around a bag full of body parts, there was no need to fly all the way back to the hotel. Or at least that he thought you were thinking. 
But he told you that he didn’t mind, since Charlie was probably already worried about the two of you even if Angel had somehow managed to persuade her otherwise. So…you agreed, albeit hesitantly. Husk didn't waste any more time. He scooped you up in his arms and took off into the night skies, though with this being the Pride Ring, there was really no way to tell if it was day or night anymore. Cannibal Colony soon became another darkened spot, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared from sight. 
As soon as the two of you made it back to the hotel, Husk had no doubt everyone would be giving him shit. Angel would make comments on his little ‘date’ went, which he’ll deny in every possible way, and the princess might be cryin’ from anxiety or relief knowing that two of you were all right. But that was then. This is now. And…he’s come to like holding you in his arms. 
“Husk?”
“Yeah?” He felt the arms around his neck tighten slightly…but not that it wasn’t too uncomfortable. It felt…okay. Like you were trying to say something, but you struggled to find the right words to say without sounding like an ass. 
“Thank you…for everything.”
His lips stretched into a grin. "You're welcome." 
He felt the cold of your palms, it would seem, through the gloves, but it was not so important. Because as the two of you flew back to the place you called home, he saw you smiling down at the Pentagram in wonder, whispering the places you had visited and or wondered what they were or if he knew anything about them, to which he either answered yes or no. It was such a small smile, but how could he not commit not it to his memory? 
And maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad to get a drink with you on a night around town. Or make one for you at his bar. He knew how to make a good non-alcoholic pina colada, even an alcoholic version of it. But who knows? He’ll take things one step at a time, and see what happens. 
What Husk did not realize at the time, not too far in the distant future, you would be the one to close the gap between them…and there would be something more between the two of you. Something that made his days in Hell just a little brighter. 
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