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This is too precious

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This just solidifies that Dean needs a freaking hug. And a nap

...just wonder when will my life begin?

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Possessive

how the overlords would put a claim on you

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˚✧₊⁎ Carmilla Carmine ⁎⁺˳✧༚

As much as she loves spending her mornings in bed with you, wishfully thinking she could stay there all day, she can only give you 3 more minutes at best. Being an Overlord and a CEO keeps her rather busy. You’re grown, you can handle yourself (you have to in this world) she’s not keeping tabs on your whereabouts. Carmilla isn’t itching for a fight like these new “up and comers”. Giving you something to protect you when she’s not around simultaneously puts a target on your back. A simple ring with her name inscribed would suffice, satisfying any possessive vices she may or may not have

˚✧₊⁎ Zestial ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Abhorrent is jealousy, driving the younger generations to filth like, ugh, hickeys. Although, on a certain level he does understand. Being in Hell for as long as he has and alone the same amount, he knows all too well the primal need to claim what other’s might steal. One must leave their mark as a warning sign for others. Zestial’s exceptionally charming when he wants something, notably not asking when he presents you with the crisply wrapped gifts. There’s no less than twenty. Boxes upon boxes of accessories and clothes that suit you but hold his color palette, spider and web details to boot. He’s utterly thrilled when you wear them, showering you in compliments and declaring himself the luckiest soul in Hell

˚✧₊⁎ Rosie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Goodness, have you seen how sinners nowadays go about the whole ordeal? What happened to romance!? Call her old fashioned, but Rosie likes a smidge of glamour in her techniques! She’ll walk shoulder to shoulder with you, holding her parasail over the both of you. She’ll accidentally press her painted lips on your cheek and forget, quickly getting swept up into conversation with someone or the other. It’s fine, no one would question her! Not if they wanted to live anyways. Butterflies swarm her stomach when she notices you haven’t wiped her imprint away, a proud smile spreading across her face. It becomes purposeful as the days go on

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

While happy to broadcast newsworthy exploits, sharing his private affairs with the world is out of the question. Of course the appeal of it all isn’t lost on him, he merely doesn’t see the point. Why broaden your horizons of potential dangers by claiming you publicly? To calm that unruly, covetous alien in the pit of his chest? He’s not that selfish! Besides, nothing less than something permanent could truly satisfy him anyhow

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

If he doesn’t have eyes on you, he’s working. Those measley hours apart won’t stop him from reminding all of Hell you still belong to him. He doesn’t trust anyone down here. He’ll convince you it’s for your safety that he tightens the collar around your neck. With a hum of approval, Val’s long and slender fingers twist the tag with his name on it. Heart shaped, of course, he loves you after all!

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Only the insecure need to put a claim on their person. That’s not Vox, no way! You’re never really out of his sights anyways, what with today’s power of technology and all! The need to brand you goes a different route. He wants everyone to know you’re spoken for, pulling you on camera every chance he gets. He wants them to stare in awe and envy but cast their eyes down when you walk by in public. A slight on you would be a slight on him personally and no one messes with The Vees

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Truthfully, there isn’t much she wouldn’t do. You’re all over her Sinstagram and that says it all. Every runway show, every red carpet walk, every paparazzi shot you’re always beside her. Vel dresses you left and right to match her OOTD somehow. She snaps a pic every single day (sometimes more) to show her followers their favorite couple is thriving and stylish as always! The description never fails to scream how your all hers

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Home

Summary: All you wanted was a place to call home with Dean. You envisioned a home in the mountains with spectacular views, a wrap-around porch with a swing and somewhere you could build a life. (I guess this could be classified as AU, as this takes place after Season 15 and [SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED SPN] Dean is still alive, clearly, in this story lol)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: Slight language, lots of fluff!

A/N: This was meant to be Day 7 of the #flufftober (@flufftober) challenge - thanks to the flu taking over my household for the last week, I've fallen off the posting wagon a bit. The prompt was: Porch Swing. I hope you enjoy!

There was an overwhelming chill to the bunker—more so than usual. A shudder fell over you as your sock covered toes padded towards the kitchen, the coolness cut through the wool. A frown pulled across your face in discomfort as you pulled your arms around your chest in hopes that you might find some warmth. 

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” his voice was extra raspy in the grogginess of the morning as you turned the corner into the kitchen. He took a pull from the steaming mug of coffee in his hand. 

“Ugh, Dean,” you grumbled as you searched for your own coffee mug. 

“Somebody’s chipper this morning,” he teased as his eyes moved over you. “You wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Yeah, the cold side,” as if on cue, your body shivered. Dean stood with a soft smile and made his way over to you in his gray t-shirt, black sweatpants and fluffy slippers. “See! It’s an icebox in here. You’re cold, too!” You pointed to his slippers, feeling validated as your body involuntarily shuddered once more. 

“Oh, please,” he cocked his head at you in a teasing manner. “Baby, I’m a freakin’ furnace.” He planted a soft kiss on your lips and wrapped you in his arms until you were firmly against his chest. His arms rubbed up and down your back, and you had to admit you did feel a little bit of warmth take over the cold. 

“Dean, this bunker is a dungeon,” your voice was hidden in the crook of his neck. 

“I know, I know,” he appeased, as this wasn’t the first time he had heard you complain about your living situation. 

“Sam and Eileen settled down in a house. I know it’s a sticky subject…” you pulled back just so you could see his face, your arms still wrapped around his lower back. 

He studied you for a moment before he spoke again. “I know, I hear you,” he sighed. “We won’t be in the bunker forever, I promise.”

You tried so hard not to roll your eyes, so you closed them instead. Take a breath, you told yourself; it’s not worth the fight. “I just…I just don’t understand why we can’t find a cute little cabin tucked away somewhere. A wrap-around porch, a swing that overlooks the mountains…I could make us sweet tea in the summer and apple cider in the fall.” 

“We will, baby. I promise,” he emphasized the last word. He moved his head down to drop another quick kiss on your lips. “How ‘bout you go get ready and we take a drive, hmm?” He proposed with a quick smack on your ass. 

“Dean,” you groaned, but you obliged as he pulled away from your embrace. 

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he winked as he reached for his mug and took another sip. “I promise.” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you muttered. The chill of the bunker returned without his contact, much to your disappointment. “You’ve been making a lot of promises, Dean Winchester.”

“All of which I fully intend to keep, if you just hurry the hell up,” you tried to escape him as he poked at your side. You shuffled down the hall of the bunker, cursing every step as you tried to find warmth. 

It wasn’t much warmer outside the bunker on this October morning, but the sunshine brought a much needed warmth as you sat in the passenger seat of the Impala. 

“You wanna tell me where we’re going?” You glanced at the man in the driver’s seat. The rising sun set him in a yellowish-orange glow that made your heart swell. A small grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he glanced between you and the open Kansas road. 

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “It’s gonna be a little bit of a drive.” You chewed at the inside of your lip in thought. 

“Hmm,” you hummed. “Can you tell me how long of a drive?” Surprises weren’t your thing, and Dean knew that. 

He couldn’t help the laugh that rumbled in his chest as he shook his head but reached down in the car door for his phone. After a quick glance, and with the utmost certainty you couldn’t see his screen, he slid it back in the door. “About six and a half hours, give or take,” he glanced back at you with a smirk when he noticed the way your thoughts overtook the features across your face. 

“Six and a half hours?! Dean! Where the heck are we going?” Your voice had risen as you turned to stare at the man you had to remind yourself you loved in that moment. “I didn’t pack anything! I can’t imagine you’re gonna drive us there and back in one day…” your voice trailed off as you contemplated once more how much you hated surprises. 

“Alright, take a breath,” Dean grumbled but reached across the bench seat and placed a calming hand on your knee. You found his gaze once more. “I’ve got it covered, alright? You trust me?”

You did as he said and took a breath before you nodded. “I trust you.”

He nodded as well. “Good, now sit back and relax.” He reached for your hand and brought it to his lips lovingly, his stubble tickled your skin. 

You waited a moment, before you continued. “Can I ask you something? Since we have six and a half hours, and all…” you gave him a look.

He chuckled but nodded. “Shoot,” he encouraged.

“Why the bunker?” The question was simple, but you weren’t sure if you had asked it the right way. It was a thought that had played over and over in your brain as time had gone on. You had moved into the bunker, at Dean’s request, almost three years ago now. Sam had left almost a year ago to move into a home with Eileen. They were planning their wedding, and living a mostly normal life.

“Why do we live in the bunker?” He asked as he glanced at you for confirmation. You nodded, and he took a moment (or three) to contemplate the answer. He kept his eyes on the road as he continued. You were ready for him to give some sarcastic response or change the subject entirely, but to your surprise, he didn’t. “As long as I can remember, we’ve been on the road. After the fire…after mom–we were on the move.” You knew all of this already, but you didn’t interrupt him because it felt important. “I never really told anyone this, well–except Sam–but I always wanted a place to call home, you know? My own room, my own space, my own bed,” he cleared his throat, but continued. “When we found the bunker, it became that for me. I know it’s cold, and dark, and not exactly homey. But it became home.” He finally glanced to look at you. You stayed silent for a minute, but when he didn’t continue, you reached for his hand again.

“Dean, I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I’ve been a jerk about the bunker. I know it’s home to you, and I’m sorry. I’m not trying to force you into something you don’t wanna do,” your gaze fell a bit.

“No, no,” he gave your hand a squeeze. “I do want to settle down. I want us to have our own place that isn’t damp and musty, and preferably doesn’t have concrete floors.” He gave you a small smile. “I just wanted to explain why it’s been hard for me to let go.”

“I get that,” you replied softly. “I support you a hundred percent. I won’t ask about it again, promise…Scout’s honor,” you held up three fingers with a smirk–the Girl Scout’s sign.

He chuckled and shook his head, but brought your hand back up to his lips. “I love you.”

“I know,” you smiled. You leaned towards him and planted a kiss against his stubble-covered cheek.

It was late afternoon by the time you were climbing the rolling hills of Missouri. Based on the time and how long you had been driving, you were officially intrigued. You turned to Dean with an inquisitive look, “The Ozarks?” You asked him.

A smile pulled at his lips but he kept his eyes on the road. “The Ozarks,” he repeated simply.

“Are we…are we staying in the Ozarks? Is this a vacation?” Hope bubbled in your chest. Dean wasn’t really the vacationing type. A vacation to Dean was going to Vegas, which you loved, but it was loud and dirty and exhausting–the complete opposite of what you’d call a relaxing getaway.

“Not exactly,” he responded simply. Huh. That didn’t give you much to go on. But you tried not to focus on your curiosity. This was important to Dean, whatever it was exactly. So instead, you tried to be calm, cool and collected.

The Impala took a few more turns before it pulled onto, what looked like, a private drive on the side of a hill. The old dirt road looked like it hadn’t been traveled in a while. Your eyes watched out the window at all of the incredibly tall trees and nature–it was so quiet and peaceful. The car slowed and you looked back out the windshield to spot a small log cabin tucked in the woods. It was absolutely beautiful and quaint. You silently prayed this wasn’t some job Dean had stumbled upon and decided to pick up, or that you weren’t visiting some long lost friend of his. The idea of spending a night in this quaint cabin with the man you loved sent the best kind of shivers up your spine (not the cold, musty bunker kind).

“Dean…” you breathed just as he slid the car into park. He was turned to you, a smile etched across his features.

“Let’s check it out,” he didn’t hesitate to open his car door, so you did the same. The air was cool up here, but it was a chill you didn’t mind. It was so fresh and almost freeing. There was a silence only interrupted by birds chirping and crickets starting to come out in the early evening hour. 

Dean came to your side and extended his hand for you to take. You followed his lead as he walked towards the steps that led up to the wrap-around porch. As you reached the top, you noticed a porch swing that looked hand crafted in the most beautiful way. You ran your hand over the smooth wood and felt your heart flutter. 

“Where are we?” You looked back at Dean—your heart hoped for a specific answer, but your brain reminded you to remain cautiously optimistic. Dean knew you hated surprises, and this would be a big one. 

“The Ozarks,” he smiled a cheesy grin, which made you roll your eyes yet again. He chuckled as he took a seat on the swing, and you followed suit next to him. When you did, you realized this swing faced the most amazing view of the rolling hills; you had never seen anything like it. It felt like you were in a postcard. 

“I’ve gathered that,” you muttered. “What is this place?”

“Well, I’ve uh, I’ve been looking,” he spoke slowly at first as you continued to admire the view. When you turned to look at him, you realized he was just watching you. “And I felt like this place checked all your boxes…”

You felt like your heart was in your throat. The familiar feeling of hopeful tears stung at your eyes, and you wanted to kick yourself for feeling emotional. “Dean, are you saying…” you couldn’t find the words and you were worried if you kept talking, your voice might crack. 

“If you love it, this could be home,” he spoke softly and his eyes watched you carefully. 

“Yes!” You couldn’t help the enthusiasm as you practically threw yourself at him, your arms tangled around his neck and the swing shifted with your weight on his lap. “God, yes!”

His laughter rumbled against your chest as you pressed against him. “You haven’t even seen inside yet,” he chuckled. You pulled back and pulled his face to yours for a kiss. Your thumbs smoothed against his stubble as your eyes danced between his. 

“It’s perfect, Dean,” you whispered as you brought your lips to his once more. “Do you love it? I’m sorry, I got so excited and I wanna make sure you love it, I don’t want you to do this just because of me…”

“I love it,” he cut off your rambling. 

“I don’t want you to feel pressured. I know you have a soft spot for the bunker and that it’s your home,” your fingers instinctively found the hair at the nape of his neck where you played and twirled with the short strands there. 

“Home,” he started as he brought his hand up to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze found your eyes again before his hand gently cupped your cheek as he continued, “is wherever you are.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little slice of fluff :)

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Hey! I was wondering if the requests are still open? I’m so obsessed with BMD💗✨ I was wonder how Ben would react to his gf having cramps during her moon cycle✨

Tysm for sharing these awesome stories with us hun🫂💗✨Hope you’re healthy and happy💃🏻❤️

Hey there!

I'm so glad you love BMD. 🥰 I’m slowly but surely working through my inbox of requests! And because I’m currently on my “moon cycle” as I’m writing this [last week. I was suffering for four days], I just had to do this prompt. So thank you for it, lovely!

And you're so very welcome. It's my pleasure. I hope you're healthy and happy as well!! ❤️❤️

AN: This one is set in the Break Me Down-verse, but can be read as a stand-alone. Considering where we're going next in "Strong as Blood," I thought it'd be good to release this first lol.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Word Count: 2,700 Tags/Warnings: Period talk, of course. Hurt/comfort, fluff, grumpy Ben.

Imagine: How Ben reacts to his girlfriend having cramps during her period.

You really were going to die this time.

The thought was both a conviction and a deranged mantra as you stood hunched over the bathroom sink. Nausea and pain warred for dominance as you pressed a clammy hand over your forehead.

Jesus Christ, end me please. I beg of you.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend was in the bedroom getting ready for work. Both you and Ben worked at Supe Affairs now, with Butcher and the rest of the team.

You were one of the top agents in the Surveillance department, while Ben was considered a “contractor,” catching rogue supes and dealing with the remnants of Vought.

He was just about to undress from his shirt and sweatpants and start getting his supe suit on, when he heard the toilet flush in the bathroom…for the third time now. He realized then just how long you’d been in there.

He went over and knocked on the closed door.

“Hey, you planning on going to work today?” he said, with a teasing note to his voice. “Or making breakfast, for that matter?”

“Not now, Ben,” you replied, barely stifling a groan.

A frown tugged at his lips. “What’s wrong?”

“Debating if I’m gonna start my day by throwing up last night’s pot roast,” you replied sourly.

Ben’s brows crunched when he heard the strain in your voice. But at the same time, he couldn’t help smiling.

“What, are you pregnant?” he asked.

He heard your dry huff from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Most definitely not,” you said. “But at this point, I’d much rather be knocked up.”

Ben didn’t like the sound of that. He twisted the doorknob and let himself in, just to see his girlfriend locked up with pain. He read the misery written across your face. You were still in your pajamas (one of his old shirts that hung almost to your knees).

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he repeated gruffly. He rested a heavy hand on your back, between your shoulders. You let out a breath.

“Move that hand lower?” you requested. “My period came early this month. Hit me out of nowhere with a vengeance.”

His brows crunched a bit, but he obliged you, moving to your lower back. His hand was warm, as usual, and the weight of it was a small relief as he rubbed back and forth into your aching muscles.

You let out a deep breath and briefly closed your eyes. Finally, the nausea was starting to pass. And if you dawdled any longer, you were going to be late for work.

“Okay,” you breathed. “I need to get ready.”

You tried to straighten up, even though what felt like your entire lower body protested.

“You can barely move,” Ben said. “How’re you gonna work like that?”

“The way all women have managed to do for centuries,” you tartly pointed out. “With a buttload of painkillers and a heating pad under my desk…speaking of, where is that thing?”

You moved past him to look for said object. You knew you put it somewhere…

Ah! You found it in the top drawer of your nightstand. You plugged it in just to make sure it was working, but to your frowning suspicion, it didn’t turn on.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me,” you said. You pressed the “on” button several times, but it didn’t light up. You touched the fluffy heating pad on both sides, but it was still cold. “Damn it. Don’t tell me this thing’s broken!”

You were about ready to tear the thing apart with your bare hands, when a sudden cramp spasmed in your lower belly. You inhaled sharply and held a hand there with a wince. Your back bent forward on reflex, and you grabbed onto the nightstand to steady yourself.

“All right,” Ben said. He took the defunct heating pad out of your hand and guided you to sit down on the edge of the bed. He went over to his side to grab his cell phone where it sat on his nightstand.

When you twisted to see what he was up to, you raised a suspicious brow. “What are you doing?”

“You’re not going to work,” he said. His tone was matter of fact, and your brows rose even higher.

“What? Ben—”

He ignored you when whoever he was calling finally answered the phone.

“Yes?” came Grace Mallory’s steady, but slightly incredulous voice. Ben never called her, nor did he want to. But he didn’t have your manager’s number and didn’t feel like scrolling through your phone to find it.

“She’s not coming in today,” Ben said, without preamble.

"Ben," you tried. Again, he ignored you.

In his ear, Grace spoke your name, both a question and a clarification.

“Yeah, she’s sick. Get someone else to fill in,” he said.

Grace sighed. “…All right, but just so you know—”  

Ben hung up the phone before she could finish. He then tossed it onto the bed. You shot him a wry, questioning look.

“What did she say?” you asked.

“It’s fine. You’ve got the day off,” he said. “Just relax.”

You sighed. Going above your manager to call Grace wasn’t the protocol for taking PTO in the slightest, but you couldn’t help but smile.

You beckoned him over with a hand. "Come 'ere."

A smirk tugging at his lips, Ben came back around to your side of the bed. You pulled him down by his shirt until he sat next to you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug. Maybe it was a small thing, but sometimes your boyfriend surprised you with the ways he showed that he cared.

“Thanks, baby,” you said softly. You carded your fingers through his hair, rested them at the back of his neck.

“Mhmm,” Ben nodded, rubbing your back again. “I gotta get going.”

“If you must,” you sighed. You pulled away enough to see his face, and something occurred to you. “Oh, can you get me some more feminine pads on the way home? And some Midol, and a new heating pad?”

Ben raised a brow at you. This was where he drew the line. He wasn’t about to be caught dead browsing through pads and tampons in some pharmacy aisle. God for-fucking-bid, some kid would be there with a camera phone. He’d learned about the internet, and it was worse than the tabloids used to be.

But you read the pullback in his face. You implored him with your eyes, and your gentle fingers in his hair.

“Please?” you asked. “I’d do it for you.”

Ben’s frown deepened.

“I’m not the one with the…” He gestured at you vaguely. “Monthly problem.”

You grinned a little. The way he reluctantly phrased it amused you. Despite his deplorable sense of humor, and often vulgar language, not to mention his blatant love of pussy, you supposed his fragile male disposition wouldn’t allow him to say the words.

Period.

Menstrual cycle.

Bleeding from the vagina.

“Exactly,” you countered, and you leaned up to once again snuggle your face into his neck. “Please, baby. You don’t know how much it hurts right now. You really want me to go to the store like this?”

Ben held you back with a terse sigh. You were somehow ready to go to work a minute ago, yet you couldn’t drive around the corner to the drug store?

“Fine,” he groused. His voice was nearly a growl, but you still smiled behind his back. You laid small, sweet kisses into his neck. When you leaned back, you pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” you said between kisses. Ben just shook his head when you were done bribing him with affection.

“Yeah,” he dully replied. The things I fucking do for you, said his tone.

He finally withdrew from you to continue getting dressed, leaving you to crawl back under the covers and try to find a comfortable angle to lay down. You used all the pillows on the bed, even dragging his toward you. That one you rested your head on, as it still smelled like him.

Ben watched you settle in out of the corner of his eye, like a cat curling up in her bed. A smile tugged at his lips when you sighed in relief and turned on the TV.

He didn’t see so much pain in your features anymore. You seemed in a better mood, relaxed as you held his pillow like an anchor.

So that’s how he left you. However, it wasn’t until he got to the Supe Affairs building that he saw your text pop up on his phone:

Here’s a picture of the pads I like. If you don’t see them, call me and I’ll help you. And don’t forget the heating pad! 😘

He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

By the time he got home that evening with takeout and a plastic bag (filled with the things you'd asked for), he spotted an empty cup of yogurt in the kitchen.

It meant you’d gotten out of bed at some point, at least. He set down the takeout bags on the kitchen counter and made his way up the stairs.

He found you in the same place he left you: in bed, in your pajamas. And you were crying while watching a movie.

Ben frowned. He stood in the doorway in his supe suit with the pharmacy bag.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. You looked up and finally noticed him.

“Oh, hey.” You paused the movie. “I’m okay. It’s just…Marley & Me.”

“What?”

“It’s this true story about a dog…just, don’t ask. It’s ridiculously sad,” you sniffed and wiped your eyes.

He raised a brow at you.

“Sure it’s not just your uh…situation, making you all weepy?” he asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You did not just say that.”

Was he really calling you hormonal right now?  

His lips pursed, but he held up the bag.

“Before you start blowing your top, I got your female shit.” He ventured into the bedroom and laid the bag in your lap.

Giving him some annoyed side-eye, you peered into the bag. You nodded in approval at the correct brand and size of the pads you wanted, and a new pack of Midol. You then had to smile, as he even got you a couple of Twix bars. Your favorite chocolate covered candy.

“Admit it, I did good,” Ben said with a smirk. Your side-eye was begrudgingly amused this time.

“Color me surprised,” you replied, but you still treated him with a genuine smile. “Thanks, baby. This is perfect…”

Though you realized something was missing. Ben’s smirk started to fade as he caught on.

“Wait.” You sorted through the bag. “Where’s the heating pad?”

Fuck, Ben thought. He forgot.

His expression slackened, making you sigh in disappointment.

“Okay, it’s fine,” you said, ripping open the box of Midol. This would have to be enough to relieve your pain (but it never was). Even now, your cramps were starting back up again.

Ben nodded in response. You were no longer looking at him though.

He let out a sigh. Didn’t he get credit for fucking trying here?

Without another word, he started unzipping his supe suit and disappeared into the bathroom for a shower.

By the time he returned, you were nearly in full fetal position. The Midol had only put a dent in your pain. The First Wives Club movie from the '90s was playing on the TV, but not even that could make you laugh, let alone relax right now.

You were truly miserable, and Ben saw it as he got dressed in a clean pair of sweatpants and a shirt.

“Hey, you hungry?” he asked. He wasn’t sure about the last time you’d eaten anything.

You paused the movie and moved your head enough to meet his eyes.

“Not really,” you admitted. “You go ahead and eat.”

Oh, he was starving. After the day he’d had, rounding up another telekinetic that tried to trash Midtown to evade capture, Ben could go for about five burgers. But there was a part of him that…didn’t feel right, leaving you like this.

Still, he needed to eat. He went downstairs and grabbed his meatball sub out of the takeout bag. He also took your sandwich along too, just in case the sight of food managed to make you hungry. He brought it all upstairs and sat next to you in bed. Though he was also kind of behind you, the way you were curled up.

You'd felt when his body dipped on his side of the bed. His presence both soothed and annoyed you. The former, because you did love your man. The latter, because he forgot the most important thing you'd reminded him not to forget.

You reached back blindly, eventually finding his hand that wasn't occupied with holding his sandwich. You placed that hand on your lower back.

"Massage, please," you grunted into your pillow. (Well, his pillow, but semantics.)

He sighed through his nose and a mouthful of meatball.

"I'm eating," he replied.

"What, you can't multitask?" you quipped.

Ben's gaze hardened with annoyance at the back of your head.

Still, he found himself reaching over and rubbing across your lower back. He applied gentle, but firm pressure with the heel of his hand. You sighed in appreciation.

“Thanks,” you murmured. Ben nodded and continued to polish off his sub while watching the movie. He usually wasn’t into chick flicks, but Bette Midler was hilarious, and Goldie Hawn was hot as fuck.

“I got you turkey and provolone,” he said. You nodded.

“Thanks. I’m still not hungry though.”

“Are you nauseous?”

“No…just in pain.”

Ben frowned…until he got an idea. He crumpled up his trash and tossed it onto the nightstand for now, along with brushing off the crumbs from his chest. He grabbed a couple of your pillows and propped them up behind him, against the headboard.

You shot him an annoyed look. “Hey!”

“You’re like a little dragon with her hoard a’ gold,” he remarked, smirking. Before you could start getting all huffy, he reached for your arm. “Come ‘ere.”

“What?”

“For once, just do what I'm telling you," he said. His lips twitched at your narrowing eyes. "I’ve got an idea."

With a loud sigh, you reluctantly (and slowly) uncurled and turned towards him. Ben laid back against the headboard, and he guided you to lay on top of him. You often complained that his skin was too hot at night for summer. Sometimes you woke up sweating.

It was a result of the power that emanated from his chest. Ben couldn’t exactly control the heat; at least, not when he was sleeping. But he was sure you were going to appreciate it more when winter came.

Not to mention, right now.

He positioned you just right, with your knee curling around his hip and your head resting against his chest. His large hand once again soothed against your lower back, underneath your shirt, and his fingers massaged into your skin.

You smiled as you realized what he was doing. You felt the warmth emanating from his body as it seeped into yours. Along with his calming touch, it slowly managed to relieve your pain.

After a few minutes, you let out a deep sigh and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, before you went back to resting on him fully. You couldn’t see it, but Ben smiled.

“Better?” he asked.

You closed your eyes with a soft smile. “Yeah. My new heating pad’s working wonders.”

Ben huffed a bit at that.

Just then, your stomach growled fiercely. Your eyes popped open.

You met your boyfriend's wry look, biting your lip. He smirked and reached down into the bag that still laid beside the bed. He retrieved your foil-wrapped sandwich and handed to you. You took it and happily began breaking through the foil.

Ben looked down at you, both fond and resigned. You clearly had no intention of getting off him. Which meant you were about to try and use him like some kind of makeshift man table.

You eventually took a bite of your sandwich, your eyes lighting up as you hummed in appreciation. You glanced up at his raised brow with a happy little smile.

“So good!” you said, still with your mouth full.

Ben restrained the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he thumbed at a bit of crumb on the corner of your mouth.

“Just don’t get mustard on my shirt,” he said.

AN: Lol I hope you liked this! I had fun with it, even though I don't have a body heater for my cramps. 😭

(It's fine. I bought a new heating pad online. ❤️‍🔥)

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I love his smile

smiling dean

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That's a fluffy cat

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Enough With The Schemes!

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Ngl I kinda had this in my drafts just because I didn't know how it'd ever fit into the story but I decided to fix it up and post it after @vespers-night-sky's fanart for the "Get Off My Screen" Series- the direct continuation and reader's death is in the works folks, I've just been trying to figure out the pacing ahsojskqjds- I am not gonna be a Hazbin Hotel episode jkjkjk Anyway, thank you thank you THANK YOU ALL for the support with the series and think of these little things as filler episodes before the big reveal. Anyways, as usual- happy reading and I hope you all enjoy! The series in it's entirety can be found on my blog under the #Get Off My Screen Series

You didn't know how much more of Vox's shenanigans you could take.

First it had been the wallpaper war-

Until now you couldn't stop his face from being a permanent fixture to your devices-

But it was fine, he could have that!

You lamented over not having [Favorite Fictional Character Name] in your backgrounds anymore but you know what it was fineeeee-

You honestly couldn't tell if having his glitchy grinning face was an upgrade or cringe central.

Then he figured out how to absolutely lag out your computer at some point.

You seriously wanted to punch his monitor head from frustration because of it.

Especially when he had the nerve to laugh at your irritation-

This asshole-!

Now, he was absolutely blowing up your phone and devices with memes or just anything under the sun.

Not that messing with the notification settings would help-

Because somehow he'd figured out how to completely bypass those too.

If this was why that Alastor guy and Vox had a tiff you could practically relate.

Your phone just continued to buzz and vibrate on the table next to you.

Not that you could be fucked with it at the moment trying to cram a paper your professor assigned last BLOODY MINUTE!

That was of course until the Vox desktop companion grabbed the cursor and just didn't let you have it back.

As much as you tried, the darn thing only emoted angrily and refused to give you back the damn arrow.

Your eye twitched as you tried to maintain your cool, only to get up from the desk and scream obscenities to no one in particular.

The day had been a particularly bad one and you really just couldn't deal with Vox's bullshit right now.

"Helloooooo! HELLOOOOOOO?! Earth to (Y/N)! Pick up your fucking phone!!!"

Oh for the love of god he better not have changed your ringtone too-

You rubbed your face in an attempt to calm down before finally checking your phone.

Honestly you expected it to be something really stupid, but seeing what his messages were about made you feel slightly guilty for ignoring him the whole day.

Vox grew used to the routine you both had, so it was no surprise that your sudden inactivity drove his anxiety up the walls.

Poor guy thought of all the worst possible cases that could've happened to you-

He'd greet you in the morning and you would always reply afterwards while eating breakfast.

Save for the times you'd gotten sick or just felt under the weather.

After all, you had classes in the morning and he had broadcasts to air.

You also hated being tardy, similar to how he saw punctuality as something extremely important.

The two of you would intermittently chat within the day and tell each other if you had work to do so you both could leave each other alone for a designated time.

Vox often didn't adhere to this, but he'd always keep his distractions to a minimum if you asked.

Actually neither did you, sometimes you'd be the one spam sending him anything you could think of just to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Then you would wish him a good night's rest and he would eventually reply back with a silly gif or emoji that bode you the same.

He just grew used to it, the familiarity of your companionship in his monotonous day to day.

So whenever something fell apart in the routine you both had, Vox couldn't help but worry that something happened to you.

Whether you'd gotten sick or just anything worse-

It didn't sit well with him when you didn't reply to his morning message like you often did.

Constantly checking his phone for any updates from you to find nothing.

Zilch, none, zero.

The worrying feeling only grew as time ticked onwards.

Even at your busiest you would still shoot him a memo saying that you were.

Which only made this radio silence-

Haha see what I did there-

Worse than it really was.

So what did Vox do?

Absolutely blow up your phone and devices trying to get your attention.

Only when he realized you were doing something on your laptop did he let the desktop companion he made for you interfere.

Not that he even really understand what he'd stuck his hands into.

"What the hell even happened to you today? You didn't even reply to any of my fucking messages! I thought something happened to you!"

"Well SORRY I couldn't reply to your terminally online ass. I was busy dealing with my shitty assignment workload."

The TV overlord quickly picked up that you weren't in a pleasant mood.

The way you typed was just a dead giveaway.

Glancing up at his schedule, Vox notified his secretary to cancel a few of his meetings before he replied to you.

"Anything I can help you with? I'm free for a good few hours."

You were taken aback by his offer, every time Vox would help you he didn't even bother asking.

He just straight up started editing whatever you were working on no matter what you said.

Who was this guy and what did he do with Vox-

"You aren't trying to bullshit me are you? Cuz I'm not in the mood."

"I can tell dollface, let me guess- your shitty professor again?"

You ended up ranting about the abruptly given assignment and just a bunch of other things that slowly ruined your day.

Vox just agreed with you here and there, shooting one word replies or emojis to show he was still listening.

All the while he made the desktop companion let go of your cursor and he looked over your work.

Wow your writing was still absolutely shit-

"So now I've gotta submit this fucking paper before midnight or I'll get a 40% deduction."

"Don't worry about it, we can finish this in an hour. Anything else?"

It was an economics paper you were struggling on and this was Vox you were talking to.

You shouldn't have been surprised that he already knew his way around the topic.

You glanced up from your phone and already saw him editing your essay.

Why didn't you just ask him for help sooner??

"I think I can handle the rest. Thanks anyway, mind if I put on some music while I write?"

"As long as I get to pick some of the songs."

"Deal."

It shouldn't have done anything really.

You shouldn't be having this funny feeling in your gut.

A fuzzy warmth that bloomed because Vox was so quick to drop everything and help you.

Even if it was just something minor like your paper.

Still, you couldn't help but smile as you put on some relaxing tunes and typed away alongside your favorite digital companion.

Just like that, you both melted back into the usual cycle of talking and working.

A casual harmony that you were more than happy to just live in for the moment.

BONUS:

Both you and Vox were just casually chatting by the time his secretary called him away for the scheduled broadcast.

Of course, you wished you could see what he was actually doing but stopped before you could say so.

Instead you just wished Vox well in the broadcast.

"Of course doll, and you know me! I'll be just fine."

Well, his broadcast was going fine-

Until his screen suddenly glitched and randomly played a tune from your playlist.

Had he forgotten to unlink himself from your devices?

It took a few seconds for Vox to compose himself but his show thankfully went on without another hitch.

You on the other hand?

You were just having a personal concert in your room to unwind while waiting for Vox to come back.

So it came as a surprise when the song you played randomly paused and made the Bluetooth disconnect sound.

You didn't connect it to anything-?

Though your questions were eventually answered when Vox blew up your phone again.

This time you couldn't help but laugh.

You were friends with a demonic overlord sure-

But it was hard to fear him when he was such a doofus.

[strangeinvader9]

I'm On Your Screens.

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

Vox's POV of "Get Off My Screen!"

A/N: This is the silly TV man's POV on what I had written earlier since it was mainly just how dear reader saw everything. I wanted to do this before working on the Vox x Reader requests so I could do some practice on this dude's character hahaha. Also my goodness Tumblr you are THIRSTY for this man! Aaaaah I love it anyway so keep those ideas coming people!

Vox is a busy man, dealing with the other two Vees' chaos alongside his company kept his hands full daily.

Either always irate out of his mind or even grumpy because of it.

Velvette called him again because of Valentino making a bloody mess.

Oh great, this shit AGAIN-

Upon further inspection, the moth overlord was pretty much throwing another pissy tantrum because something didn't go his way.

Something about one of his whores stepping out of line or whatever?

Vox wasn't exactly listening.

Throughout that entire fit, Vox had half a mind to tell Valentino to just suck it up.

Sometimes shit goes wayside, it is what it is.

He was already exhausted mentally and physically by the time he dragged himself back into his monitor room.

Plopping himself back down on his chair, Vox let out a tired sigh and just stared at the many screens around him.

So imagine his surprise when he saw a random screen just crackle and fizz like an old CRT booting up.

Hell had done away with those darn things years ago-

He even made sure of it!

He swiveled his chair around to look closer at the fuzzy image that had appeared.

The static filter over the picture was definitely reminicent of an older TV screen.

He could barely make out a group of figures hunched over... something?

Vox tried to travel through the screen, as he could with the many many others in the room around him-

"FUCKING-! OUCH?!"

Only for it to rebound back.

Vox didn't know whether to be confused or surprised that he managed to zap himself.

HimSELF.

Besides that, a random prompt appeared on the screen.

What kind of haunted bullshit was this?

"What's your name?"

Okay, someone had to be pulling a prank on him.

Despite being skeptical, he decided to humor this weird situation.

"Okay-? The keyboard doesn't work. How am I supposed to use this thing? Just write on the screen?"

Despite his sarcastic remark to no one in particular, yes.

That was in fact what he had to do.

Which Vox found out pretty soon, and he felt a little idiotic that it wasn't the first thing he tried.

He had to squint to kind of understand what was happening on the other side of the screen.

He'd written his name on the screen aaaaand-

Great, absolutely nothing happened.

Someone had to be fucking with him.

There wasn't even any audio so he couldn't even use that for hints.

The group he'd been watching just all of a sudden jumped up and pointed towards him.

Or at least that's what it looks like.

Could they see him?

He wasn't even sure what happened next, the group somewhat hastily moved out of his sight.

Oh whatever.

Vox was about to just forget about the weirdness of the situation if something else hadn't popped up on an adjacent screen.

A phone homepage.

What the hell was that doing on his screens?

It wasn't like there was anyone in particular he was interested enough to look through their stuff.

Ohhhh he could interact with it this time.

Dumb fucking hackers could only zap him once, HA!

The screen with the TV filter quickly shut off when he interacted with the phone menu however.

He should really check his mainframe security and firewalls after this-

It took him no time at all to rummage away and scrounge up whatever he could from the phone.

Might as well do away with the tacky wallpaper while he's at it-

"Y/N huh?"

He saw your photos as well, only becoming more and more confused with the situation.

Were you a living human???

The camera app was unresponsive to his attempts at interacting with it.

So was the recording app...

Guess he couldn't use it to spy this time.

Before long, the phone was also being interacted with.

Vox could only guess it was you.

"Oh great- yeah, just go back to using the shitty wallpaper that I switched out on PURPOSE."

It didn't take much longer before Vox noticed other nearby screens popping up with electronic screens similar to this one.

He totally switched back the wallpaper before messing with the other stuff-

It was always the same, the cameras wouldn't work and neither would the microphones.

For a technology overlord, Vox found himself slightly irritated by how limited his actions were.

wtf was he even supposed to do with this?

Once he retired for the night, he wondered if all of this would just go away come morning.

Spoiler alert: It didn't.

Though the tacky wallpaper was back again.

Hm... this could be fun.

This went on for a few days, he and you were switching the wallpapers back and forth.

It was either his face or whatever random shit you'd change it with.

Sometimes Vox would just let you have some peace before switching it back after an hour.

He could only imagine how irritated you were.

Too bad he couldn't hear or see it.

But seeing you constantly battle with him for the wallpaper priority was entertaining enough.

Vox didn't bother with any of your other files or anything else at the moment.

He didn't see the point in doing so yet anyway.

Of course that was until the notepad opened.

"I know you're in there. Stop messing with me."

He chuckled seeing you type out the message, guess the jig was up.

But he wasn't going to stop this game you both were playing just yet.

"Oh I know, you're just fun to mess with doll."

Little did Vox know that his snarky response would've been the start to an... odd companionship to say the least.

Both of you exchanged messages over the months.

Either idle talk or just conversation about anything under the sun.

If something bothered him at work, most likely he'd leave a rant on your notepad for you to find.

Similarly, if you've had a shitty day- he'd quickly know.

"You're obsessed with this Alastor guy huh?"

"No, he's just an old timey prick who keeps fucking up my stuff."

"You're obsessed."

"Fuck you. >:/"

Interacting with you ended up taking more of his free time and the other Vees would be confused why he spent so much more time in his monitor room.

Vox just brushed them off and rolled his eyes.

He wasn't attached.

He didn't actually care for you did he?

Yeah no absolutely not-

There was a point Vox did get bored enough to look into your files though.

He spent a good hour sorting through stuff while you got work done.

"You should really label your files better."

"It's not that bad."

"Really? After I spent a good while organizing and managing your shit because of some randomly named ones? A goddamn 'thank you' would've been nice."

"Random? I don't do random."

"Oh yeah? What's this one? 'Yeetus' or this one- 'Bababooey'?! Hell, this one is just keysmash!"

"Oh shut up, I still find my things."

"HOW????"

Vox proceeded to rant and bitch about it for another hour-

Sometimes when he just wanted to fuck with you, he'd steal control of the cursor.

It was purely just to spite you.

Your notepad rants afterwards kept him entertained.

He was slightly proud that he beat your wallpaper war.

Or so you dubbed it.

Now his grin was practically a permanent plaster on your devices.

Even so, when he wasn't busy Vox sometimes found himself looking over at your work.

"How is your grammar this shitty?"

"We have grammarly for that, I don't really care much."

"Grammar- what??"

Inadvertently he ended up being your spellchecker every so often.

He only realized how much help he'd been giving once you mentioned in passing that your English professor bumped up your grade.

Why?

Because your writing was just better.

Correction-

Vox's writing was better.

He wouldn't let you hear the end of it for weeks.

You knew it was a mistake telling him.

He didn't even stop his trolling there.

Once he figured out how to overload your computer's memory, it was lag central.

Then he started messing with the display and aspect ratio, making visual glitches while he pulled up random tabs or applications you needed to fight him to close.

"I'm in class you jackass! We can do this when I get home!"

"Nope, I don't think I will. >:3"

He thought he was doing you a favor giving your devices some custom flair as well.

"Are these emojis of you?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy them."

"Huh, cool."

He thought he was doing great as your companion, until you downloaded that thing.

What in Lucifer's name was it even?

Another tiny human in your desktop?

"What the fuck is that."

"My new desktop companion, do you like it?"

Vox didn't even bother replying, watching it move around and emote for a hot minute while his eye twitched.

Were you trying to piss him off?

Eventually he took his frustration out on it with the cursor to the best of his ability.

Even if it only irritated him more that it kept getting back up unharmed.

Fucking hell, if you wanted a visual desktop companion you could have just ASKED.

Even if he stayed up a few extra hours to work on it, Vox felt like it was worth it.

He was better than that stupid little companion thing you downloaded.

"Did you upgrade my desktop pet by any chance?"

"Why? Do you not like it?"

"Nah, it's actually pretty cute. Thanks."

Vox couldn't bring himself to reply to that.

He was not fucking CUTE!

It totally flew over his head that you called it a desktop "pet".

Depending on his mood, he would use the small thing to emote or just keep you entertained.

At least you could sort of see him.

Even when he couldn't see you.

However, Vox was still Vox and he couldn't help himself to a little mischief here and there.

You both met by sheer coincidence from a weird situation.

Still, the tech overlord couldn't help but be just slightly glad it happened to him.

If Vox had to actually be honest, you weren't all rainbows and sparkles.

You could be a total bitch if you wanted to.

Heh, maybe there'd be a chance he'll finally meet you down here.

Guess he'll just have to wait and see until then.

[strangeinvader9]

Too funny

So I've been reading @matrixbearer2024 's fantastic "Get Off My Screen!" series and I had this horrible idea. If Vox is connected to Y/N's computer in some capacity, would he be able to hear whatever music we happen to be listening to? And if he happens to be passively connected to our computer in the background or something, and forgot to, say, turn off that connection or something, would he end up accidentally playing whatever song we would happen to be listening to on his own speakers? Needless to say, if I were Y/N, this would happen at the very least, more than once.

Song I accidentally subjected Vox to: Everytime We Touch by Cascada

[strangeinvader9]

HEYYYYYY i LOVE how you write vox! could i request vox x a reader who gets really flustered, like for example their after their first kiss theyre jumping and yelling “YESS” (if you havent done this before!) ignore this if you dont wanna write this, have a good day!! <3

Flustered Fanatics

Vox x Easily Flustered!Reader

A/N: This is so cute ajdoskdjalsb it reminds me of that one post I saw about Vox accidentally letting a soundboard audio play because he got caught off guard or was extremely flustered- I'll be patterning this similarly to that hahaha- sorry if it's got heavy shitpost energy.

A/N: Also, I just wanted to write a simpy/soft Vox for once- he and reader can both be flustered sweethearts ahdksjdkskshdks- Hope you enjoy this anon! Happy Reading!

It was just another busy day in the office for Vox.

Broadcasts, meetings, advertisements and promotions-

Just a regular cycle in a day of his life.

Though one look at his internal clock had him cringing.

It was just noon and he already felt done with the day.

His large signature grin easily slipped off his face at the realization.

Not that he cared enough to maintain it as he set foot into his monitor room.

Letting out a sigh, Vox sat down in his chair while glancing around the multitude of flashing screens.

Some of them were for surveillance, others were just broadcasting statistics.

He felt a genuinely fond smile work it's way onto his face seeing the remaining idle screens.

It was a picture of you and him during your valentines outing.

He didn't even have time to properly pose for the camera before you snapped the image.

Vox chuckled at the memory, his bewildered expression frozen in time with your lovely eager smile.

How it became his monitor idling background was probably your doing, but he had no complaints.

Seeing you at any point in the day made it immensely better, no matter how monotonous or stressful it was.

While he could probably always just pull up a camera or something to look for you, it was a sensitive topic you both bickered on from time to time.

You liked having some privacy, and pretty much hammered it into your lover's head that he really really shouldn't spy on you.

Even if it was for noble reasons-

Which you doubted-

You forced Vox to relent and only check up on you using his monitors after a quick text or memo.

He really only gave in because he couldn't say no to your puppy eyes.

You did placate him by wearing a watch he could track at all times.

Your vitals, your location, just the basic things to make sure you were safe and nothing more.

It actually reminded you of a pet collar but you brushed it off since was just a precaution.

Aside from that little issue, Vox couldn't help but miss you as he sat alone in his monitor room.

The overlord found you unabashedly cute, from all your mannerisms to your personality.

It was downright adorable in his eyes and he often found himself wanting to protect you.

With just the way your entire face lit up when he came into the room-

How your smile could immediately improve his mood-

Even the fact your hugs could recharge him better than any amount of coffee or energy drinks ever could.

Vox was absolutely enamored by you, and it often showed with his sweet gestures as well.

It also didn't really help that you were also just so easy to tease.

The overlord often found himself doing nearly anything just to get a reaction from you.

Sometimes a brief kiss to your knuckles-

Other times a surprise gift or cuddles-

Just anything from his end could leave you looking like a tomato.

Not that he minded of course, it just added more to the list of things he loved about you.

Your relationship together was just so... different compared to what Vox was used to.

No yelling, no fighting, and he definitely didn't need to be tense all the time.

Then again, the way you treated him was always so nice compared to everyone else.

He still couldn't believe you had fallen for someone with the likes of him.

Hell, he still couldn't really believe you were down here with him.

Actually no he could, he'd seen you kill before to protect Velvette and it was really freaking sexy.

You were so flustered to have been caught all bloody and disheveled though.

Vox once again just laughed at the memory, he was stuck buffering from the image you locked into his head for days.

To be fair, that happened only a week after you both started officially dating-

And it was pretty much going at a snail's pace the more Vox looked at it.

Not that he minded, whatever kept you happy.

Though... had he even been able to properly kiss you at all?

No, kisses on the cheek or forehead don't count.

Neither do the ones on your knuckles...

Vox immediately went through his memory banks trying to fish out any possible time he'd actually kissed you on the lips.

As the number of files dwindled and he kept drawing blanks, the overlord grew worried.

How could he have overlooked something so important?!

Before he could do anything about it though, he was immediately called to deal with another one of Valentino's tantrums.

Ugh... he'd definitely have to make it up to you somehow.

Fortunately though, he didn't need to go far, finding you waiting by the elevator doors like you were just about to go up.

Masking his pleasant surprise, he made his way over to you.

"(Y/N)? I thought you were going be busy today, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I wasn't exactly... busy? I really just wanted to make you something so I spent all morning making lunch for you!"

Vox genuinely wanted to melt on the spot.

You proudly showed him a neatly packed blue lunchbox decorated with the VoxTech logo and some heart stickers.

The happy smile on your face was so contagious even the TV overlord nearly returned it on reflex.

He couldn't be so publicly soft though, so he just kept up his signature telecaster grin despite the fact he was not to secretly overheating.

"You didn't have to dollface, really."

"Well I wanted to, I can and will dote on you as much as you dote on me!"

Vox couldn't help himself at that point but grab you by the waist and pull you into a kiss.

Yes, a proper on-the-lips kiss.

Your eyes widened and your face burned from the embarrassment but you eagerly returned your beloved's affection.

After the initial shock subsided of course-

Vox then took the lunchbox from your hands with a pleased smile before walking off.

Despite the fact he wanted your first kiss to be more special-

He really couldn't stop himself at the time when you were just being so adorably domestic.

It was way too soon to wife you up- hoooooh no-

His fans whirred loudly as he walked off, screen overheating and glitching ever so slightly from his overbearing embarrassment.

Meanwhile, you kind of just stood there with a rosy face processing everything that just happened.

But when it finally clicked, a shit-eating grin just erupted on your face.

"YESSSS!!!"

You excitedly jumped around and giddily swung your arms.

It earned you a bunch of odd looks from the other personnel and staff but you couldn't care less.

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest from happiness and excitement.

Really, if making him food was all it took for him to kiss you like that-

You would gladly do it all over again!

Vox had hid behind a nearby corner in the hallway to compose himself before he heard your scream of delight.

It had confused him at first, then he peeked out to check and nearly crashed his systems.

You were just engrossed in your own little celebration because he properly kissed you and it was the most adorable thing Vox had seen all day.

He really couldn't stop the dopey grin on his face from forming anymore.

You were really just too adorkable.

A/N: Lololol I probably enjoyed writing this more than I should've but it was just so cute hahahaha, I don't know if I'll write a pt. 2 for it or not but feel free to continue requesting or just dropping in ideas! Hope you guys enjoyed!

[strangeinvader9]

Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet

Part 1 in which Hazbin hotel characters has your picture in their wallets

Adam🍎

This menacing man

He's the first man ever so of course he'd brag to everyone how his girlfriend is so pretty

Will literally slap it in Lute's face for hours and tell Lute how much he loves you

Please save Lute from Adam 🙌

Adam adores you and always holds the picture when he's at work

"This picture?! Ugh how can you not know my future wife, Mikey?"

He literally straight out flex to Michael about how your love and his love is endless

Lute has to suffer the most in listening to Adam for a whole three solid hours

Lucifer🦆

He tells almost everyone

He even made Alastor broadcast the whole hell that the picture in his wallet is you

Charlie thinks it's cute

Vaggie on the other hand is a step close to falling asleep because of how Lucifer is talking about you the whole time

"Oh my future Mrs. Morningstar is in my wallet! I misssssss herrrrr!"

Lucifer is just so silly yet so cute

He tells his ducks about you

Vox📺

He will brag about it, loudly and simply, depends on the situation

He has a picture of you with a kissy face and him with a kissy face so if he closed his wallet you two are kissing

This flat face prince is certainly sweet

Vox literally straight out pretends to drop his wallet in front of the vees

"Oops! I guess I accidentally dropped my wallet, how embarrassing"

Vox shouted as the two other vees are just literally on their phones

He was pissy when the two ignored him as he caused a whole black out yet again

Thank you for reading!

[strangeinvader9]

HI if it's not too much to ask I wanted to request if you could write Adam, Lucifer, Alastor, Vox and Val having an S/o with weather based powers, like their emotions can influence the weather. Thanks

Oh I can totally do this! I wanna branch out and do more head-canons for other characters, not just Adam, so thank you for the ask!

Still suffering with Tonsillitis, so posts have been kinda shit lately, sorry guys!

I may have rushed through this a little cause i've been getting back into playing monster hunter and I was really determined to finish this before I went back to failing to kill Chameleos.

Ironically I almost gave my Alastor oc these abilities-

ADAM . LUCIFER , ALASTOR , VOX , AND VALENTINO with a S/O who can influence the weather

ADAM

context ; long-term relationship, not married, 5-6 years. Readers abilities are more snow/cold based.

You entered heaven with some rather unique, rare, abilities, which caught Adams eye right away. He'd poke at you until you relented and summoned a flurry of snowflakes or a chilly breeze.

No matter what extent of your powers you showed him, Adam was always impressed, bragging about how sick they were. The bragging only got worse over time as eventually the two of you entered a relationship.

Never-mind the fact that because these powers are tied to your emotions, he's half the reason there are frequent sleet storms in heaven.

Adam is the king of getting on your nerves, even if you're the one he's dating. He never knows when to shut his mouth, can say things that offend you even when he truely doesn't mean to.

You're icy to the touch, always cold. Something he comments on consistently. Claiming he has to keep you close or you'll freeze to death. Uses it as a chance to have an arm over your shoulder or around your waist. Adam, on the other side of the coin, is always warm. A constant heat to your cold.

No matter how long you've been together, when in public, Adam always needs to have an excuse to touch you.

Adam is honestly kind of glad you have the power that you do, however, because it helps get through his thick skull when there's something wrong. Look me in my eyes and tell me this man can catch a hint. Ever.

But when Adam arrives at your apartment after a long day and is met with a raging blizzard in your living room, he knows to rush back out and return with flowers and a promise to not talk your ear off while he's there.

While he struggles to stick to that promise, you do appreciate the attempt. Adam's spent an eternity being the biggest jackass in heaven, it can take a bit to break bad habits. But you are the driving force in that change.

LUCIFER

context ; very recent relationship, 3-5 months. Readers abilities are more thunder/lightning based.

Your touch was electric from the moment Lucifer met you.

No, literally. When he met you in Charlies hotel, you shook his hand and sparks flew where you touched him. It shocked the king of hell for a moment before you gave a sheepish smile and explained it was just apart of your abilities, you couldn't really help it sometimes.

Sparks zapped off you when you were nervous, anxious, or felt threatened. In this case, it was the first two. Meeting the fallen angel Lucifer isn't really a calm occasion for any sinner who's spent their death hearing stories.

After moving into the hotel after the battle with heaven, Lucifer found his eyes following you when you would enter a room. When you spoke loudly, thunder echoed in the back of your works. The sounds of sparking electricity accompanying your chuckles and laughter.

It took a moment for him to gain any courage to spend more time around you. Your presence was addicting to someone who was so used to constant silence. Lucifer would make an awkward joke and your laughter would be backed by the sound of crackling lightning. It was comforting in a way, it meant he always knew when you were really laughing, or when you were faking laughter to make him feel good. (which was rare, he was quite the jokester).

Lucifer arrives early to a date one day, overthinking every part of what he planned. Through the door of your hotel room he can hear thunder crashing. Peaking inside, Angel is on your bed frantically tapping out a small fire on the pillow started by lightning.

'-and what if he doesn't like this outfit! I knew it was too much-'

'sweets. he'll adore it, now for the love of Satan relax!'

Lucifer finds it sweet that you were just as nervous as he was. Your abilities always give him an insight into how your feeling, and it helps give him hints on how to approach you. He's been out of the game a while after all. He needs all the help he can get.

ALASTOR

context: long-term unspoken relationship 10+ years. Readers abilities are more wind/windstorm based. Possible anxious!reader

Alastor has known for years that your temper is a dangerous thing, but he has to admit it is terribly entertaining to watch you send some poor demon flying when they get on your nerves.

Things tend to fly around the room when you're feeling strong emotions, if you're anxious, pacing back and forth, ranting, things are going to be whipping in the wind.

'how am I supposed to do all of that in such a short space of time? Did she think of that before giving me all these responsibilities?'

Alastor sips from his mug and moves his head slightly to the side to avoid the saucer that is thrown over his shoulder, pushed by the tornado like winds in your suite. His constant smile doesn't dare fall, but the corner twitches and his eyes go back to your pacing figure across the room.

'My dear, i think you are dwelling on this too much. As fascinating as it is to watch you loose your mind over Charlies little chores, you've broken my good china.'

Did you know deer can sense changes in air pressure? Alastor knows before anyone else when your emotions are out of wack, its just a matter of figuring what emotion it is - which is difficult sometimes considering his rather blunt approach to everything.

Even after all this time of partnership, he can't quite get his head around how you react to certain situations. Especially if you are a self conscious person, he doesn't understand the thought process. 'how you let these petty things affect you, i will never understand'

Still, your abilities are a good indication of when you aren't feeling yourself, which Alastor is secretly grateful for.

VOX

Context: long-term relationship, short-term marriage, 15 years, 2 years. Readers abilities are more rain/monsoon based.

This man will do everything in his power to keep you from having to deal with any sort of emotional imbalance. Because god forbid you watch a sad commercial and suddenly theres a rainstorm in his studio and every cable is sparking and ruined.

Vox thinks its a punishment from Satan himself that he managed to fall for the one person who, when upset, can break down his empire at its very core.

He takes to carrying an umbrella around when he is with you, just to make sure some stray droplets don't cause him to short out. Still, Vox loves your company in his own way, and will create work-arounds and solutions to ensure that he doesn't have to spend time away from you.

Vox spends time creating a whole line of entirely waterproof products so you can have a phone, tv, laptop, whatever you wish, that can handle your abilities at their full force.

Calls up Velvette for some assistance with making you a waterproof wardrobe. You're always complaining that your clothes are soaked from the rain and Vox cannot have you uncomfortable.

Will 100% bring you onto his staff as a weather person, you would have the most accurate predictions of course!

Vox getting home late from work one day and can already see the clouds through the windows of the tower. He knows something is wrong and has Velvette on the phone in an instant for some help.

Shes better at the whole gift thing anyways.

VALENTINO

context: sugar daddy turned recent relationship. 1 year. Readers abilities are more heat/fire related. Short temper! Reader yes this ones short i know

'Mi Corazón , you're going to light the set ablaze'

The statement is repeated at least once a week when you storm into his work studio of the Vees' tower. Your temper is as fiery as you powers, and its not hard for you to get ticked off my the lesser sinners that work under you.

'Yeah? Then tell Micheal in HR to stop sending me the fucking water bill! Just because I burned down his office ONE TIME-'

Valentino is used to your temper tantrums, they rival his own after all. Its easy to placate however with a simple offer to eradicate the person who offended you, or send you off on a shopping trip with a bottomless wallet.

He does like your fire, both personality wise and your actual burning flames. The bright sparks always catch the attention of his moth insect like instincts. Moths do like bright light after all.

Valentino is new to the whole romance thing, so breaking through the instincts of handing you cash to calm you down is going to take a while. Eventually he'll get his head around the comfort aspect of relationships.

But its not happening any time soon.

[strangeinvader9]

I just know Adam wouldn't go down on a woman to save his life.

Extra:

[strangeinvader9]

Soldier Boy NSFW Alphabet

a/n: a request from @foxyanon for a soldier boy nsfw alphabet! 🩷

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns

Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Boys characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ben will do the absolute bare minimum. You'll have to have a long talk with him if your relationship gets more serious, because this man is completely useless when it comes to stuff like this. But, the good thing is he can be trained. Definitely loves sharing a good post coital cigarette with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favorite part of himself is his beard because he loves the way you squirm when it's tickling your thighs. Favorite part of yours is a tie between your hair and your ass. He is an ass man through and through.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Doesn't like the thought of any more kids (look how the first one turned out), but he loves to paint your pretty face, your tits, your stomach, your ass with his cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you're a supe, he loves it if you're willing to get a little rough with him. He'll never tell any of his teammates, but the idea of you riding him, your hand wrapped around his throat, your tits bouncing in his face? It drives him fucking crazy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Rest assured, Ben knows his way around a woman's body. He's got more experience than every member of the Seven combined, so he definitely knows how to make you scream.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. Loves being able to tug on your hair, smack your ass, grope at your tits. There's just something so animalistic and primal about it that he can't resist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not goofy at all. Fucking is something he takes extremely seriously. He's always very in the moment, intense and focused.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Carpet is a bit darker/coarser than the drapes, but he keeps it well-trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ben isn't a romantic in general. For him, sex isn't really about the emotional connection. But if he catches feelings for you? This man is a soppy mess, whispering how much he loves you, praising you. But when it's over, he says you better not tell anyone how mushy he got.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Prefers getting his relief with you, but when he's on a long mission? This man has a selection of boudouir photos of you and Playboy magazines that he will completely ruin with how often he jacks off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink, choking, bondage (on you), overstim (on you), exhibitionism

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Absolutely anywhere and everywhere. His place, your place, Vought Tower, on a mission, at a fancy restaurant. This man is always ready to go.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The back of your neck, your cleavage, your supe suit and the way it clings to your body, seeing you kicking ass, seeing your lips wrapped around a cigarette and imagining it's his cock, the sound of your voice.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't like being restrained after what he went through. Needs to have his hands free at all times. Also doesn't want to be blindfolded or gagged. But he'll gladly do it to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Slight preference for receiving just because he's selfish, but he finds that with you he fucking loves eating you out. Loves the way you taste, the way your thighs shake when his beard rubs against you, the way you cry out begging for more even though your body can hardly take it. And God, when you cry from overstimulation? Nothing drives him crazier than that.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough. You two are often in a hurry, so slow and sensual isn't really on the table most of the time. However, on the rare occasions it is, it's definitely something to remember.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves quickies. A huge advocate for them. Vought supply closet? In the woods while doing recon? He's in.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Adventurous in the bedroom for sure. Loves trying new things with you/on you so long as he's the one in control.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a supe. He'll go until you're on the verge of passing out, and even then, he'll keep going, saying you can give him just one more, that you're gonna be a good girl for Daddy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't have a bunch of toys, but loves using the ones you own on you. Fucking you with your vibe or dildo, loves the idea of using a plug on you to prepare you to take him in your other tight little hole, loves using the cute little blindfold you have on you to tease you for hours.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's a fucking menace. He loves teasing you. He'll edge you for what feels like hours before going crazy and making you come over and over and over again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not particularly loud, but lets out some very sexy sounding groans of your name.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Will cum in 2 seconds flat if you tug on his hair. He's a sucker for that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average length and girth but he knows what to do with it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

VERY high. This man is a horny wreck.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty soon after sharing a cigarette because the two of you go at it for hours and he's pretty damn tired by the end of it.

[strangeinvader9]

Hazbin Hotel Crew Headcannons: When the crew meets Angel’s abused friend

Featuring: Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Angel, Nifty, Sir Pentious, and Alastor

Tw: Mentions of abuse, blood, murder, mentions of drugs, mention of death by drug overdose, insecurities, panic attacks, ptsd, self esteem issues, possessivness, protectiveness, safe spaces, etc….

A/n: I wanted angst today if you read it without looking over warnings sorry not sorry 😞

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Angel Dust

-After another exhausting day at the studio Angel just wanted to go home and drink himself to sleep, he didn’t expect to be bulldozed into by a panicking demon in tears.

-Had it not been for the birthmark on your forehead he never would’ve realized it was you, “(Y-Y/n)? Babycakes is that you?”, he’d ask in shock.

-You’re to overwhelmed to even realize who you’ve run into but the moment he hears your desperate whimpers for help he’s overcome by a strong protective desire to save you from whatever is happening.

-When you were both alive he treated you like family, kept you safe, and treated you like his little sibling. That wouldn’t change even after death.

-Sure enough your attackers have found you and threaten both of you if you refuse to comply, you’re in tears and rattling like a wet puppy in the middle of winter.

-Angel takes a deep breath and stands up, a pair of his arms wrapped around you tight in a comforting embrace while the other pair whip out his guns and begin to fire away at your attackers.

-The sounds of the screams and bullets overstimulate your frenzied mind and you faint in his arms, Angel doesn’t notice until your attackers are dead and he frowns seeing you bruised and cut up.

-“C’mon dollface, let’s get you somewhere safe.”, he whispers picking you up bridal style, “Out of everyone in the world why did you have to come down to Hell? If anyone deserved a pair of wings it was definitely you.”

-Angel carries you back to the Hazbin Hotel and shocks everyone while holding your unconscious body.

-“They need help Charlie. Please help them.”, Angel begs softly, laying you down on the couch of the waiting area.

-Angel explains who you are and what he’d done, Charlie doesn’t condone violence but she’s proud that he protected you.

-Angel stays by your side for the rest of the night until you’ve finally woken up, now calm you recognize your old friend and hug him while in tears. Angel begins to cry himself remembering how close you two were when you were both alive.

-“It’s okay (Y/n), you’re safe here I promise.”, he swears to you, he waits until you’ve calmed down to take you downstairs to meet everyone.

-Everyone notices you awake when Angel enters the room, “Everyone this little sugarcube here is (Y/n), my best friend from when I was alive. (Y/n) meet the gang.”, Angel introduces everyone one by one and they welcome you wholeheartedly. Charlie is so excited to have you and practically lunges at you for a hug until she notices the way you tense up and flinch.

-Angel steps between you two and just offers Charlie a sad smile which she seems to understand. She steps back and lets Angel calm you down, “It’s okay (Y/n). Here you’re safe, none of us will ever let anything bad happen to you.”, Angel promises, cupping your ears out of habit just like he did when you were both alive.

-It was something you did when you were overstimulated, he remembers how much comfort it would bring you so he does it for you now. Helping you calm down before slowly and calmly continuing introduction.

-This is how you became the Hazbin Hotel’s third guest, with Angel Dust supporting you the whole way.

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Charlie and Vaggie

-Charlie can be very overwhelming, her happiness is contagious but to someone as traumatized as you it’s a bit much.

-She wants to help you heal, like everyone else she believes you deserve to be redeemed and join the angels in heaven. Charlie is always looking for you to spend time with you and help with your self confidence.

-Vaggie does her best to act as a mediator between you two, she’ll remind Charlie to be calm and considerate of your triggers.

-Vaggie is usually very cold to new people but she senses something in you that she can only describe as “innocence” that lets her trust you. She takes it upon herself to train you in self defense, that way you’re safe no matter where you are.

-Charlie does her best to include you in every activity or conversation going on, she doesn’t ever want you to feel left out or unloved.

-After your arrival Angel told her everything about you, how you were neglected by your parents, the abuse you suffered by your ex partner, and ultimately how you died. The way you were found dead and alone in some forgotten alleyway of your home city after overdosing left a pit in her stomach and heart.

-Charlie vowed to herself that she’d make you feel at home, and that you’d never feel loneliness again.

-Vaggie does her best to help Charlie through her mission to befriend you, you’re so quiet around the hotel that almost nobody can find you except for Vaggie.

-Often times Vaggie will find you on the roof of the Hotel building just staring up at the red starred sky of hell, she’ll join you, sit with you in silence just so that you’re not alone.

-Eventually you find yourself lost one night in the Hotel, you begin to panic unsure of where you’d taken a wrong turn. Your mind races and the corridors begin to spin and you get dizzy, your legs give out and you feel weak until the distant call of your name pulls you back to reality.

-“(Y/n)? (Y/n) are you okay?”, the voice asks and you’re greeted by the fuzzy image of Charlie and Vaggie in their pajamas.

-You flinch back from their proximity and Charlie realizes that she’s triggered you again, she shuffles a few feet back and sits on her knees, extending her opened palms out to you.

-You struggle to catch your ragged breathing but notice Charlie taking slow exaggerated breaths, this is part of her exercises for when you’re overwhelmed.

-You mimic her, taking deep breaths to steady your nerves. Vaggie smiles seeing you use the lessons they’d taught you, once you feel a bit more relaxed you place your hands in Charlie’s and she gently holds them.

-“You’re doing great.”, Charlie speaks softly, gently rubbing her thumbs over your knuckles.

-“Good job, slow deep breaths.”, Vaggie adds on.

-Eventually your panic has stopped, you feel better now that you’ve been found. When you’re ready you stand up and blush with embarrassment, “I-I umm…I got lost. I forgot where my room was.”, you explain.

-Charlie and Vaggie both smile at you, they stand up and help you back to your room. They don’t judge you, they don’t make fun of you, they’re just happy to be there for you.

-You slowly open up to them and Charlie is ecstatic when you do, just like that you’ve grown to trust again.

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Husk

-Wise old Husk, the only person with good advice out of the whole Hotel.

-Husk is good at listening, always had been always would be. He was a demon that certainly intimated you at the beginning but now you two were almost inseparable.

-Husk had a hard time bonding with you, you were too shy to talk to him at first and you didn’t drink alcohol which was basically his job and the way he bonded with people.

-Angel is the one to break the walls down between you two, the amount of faith and trust Angel had in Husk was what lead you to reach out.

-The first night you sat at the bar you just asked for a cup of water and some advice on how to be a better you. Husk was shocked to even hear your voice but a soft smile pulled at his lips, it was finally his turn to offer you some help.

-You spilled your heart out to him, about your past, your fears, your deepest insecurities, and he listened. He listened intently, eyes focused on you with a soft concerned gaze, and a tired smile.

-“All my life I’ve felt like a burden, unwanted, unloved, abused in every way. I want to change but just when I think I’m over one issue another comes up.”, you groaned slamming your forehead on the counter.

-Husk could only laugh in amusement, the more you spoke to him the more he was able to figure out your problem. Husk had a gift, one that helped him at his job, he could almost read anyone like a book and at moments like this it helped.

-He gave you good advice, great advice honestly. Husk said, “Everyone has trauma, whether you choose to let it define you or not is all up to you. You ain’t a kid who comes off to me as someone seeking pity. You’ve got what it takes to be great, you just gotta let the shackles of doubt and insecurity fall off and quit letting them hold you down.”

-After that talk Husk sees a change in you, you’re a bit more confident with each chat you have with him and it makes his heart swell with a sense of purpose. You talk to him more and he’ll never admit it but he really enjoys your talks.

-Now Husk keeps an aray of sodas in the bar fridge for whenever you come to share a drink or talk to him.

-“Just gotta be prepared for my favorite guest.”, he’ll always say, Angel takes great offense to that since Husk never says anything so kind to him.

-Now whenever Husk isn’t behind the bar he’ll be close by you, offering you his tail to play with when you’re stimming and scratching at your hands or biting your nails.

-Will often share long talks with you where you listen to him, you stare at him with wonder and awe when he talks about his past. Sure he’s not the proudest of it but at least he learned from his mistakes and if he could keep you from repeating his biggest sins he was more than happy to talk with you.

-You once called him gramps without realizing it and it made him so happy that he purred, he didn’t correct you or bring it up he was just happy to know you were comfortable around him now.

-When it comes to preening his wings you’re the only person he goes to for help. You’re always excited to help him and play with his wings, just another opportunity for you two to talk.

-His cat like tendencies come out more around you and everyone notices, he’ll splay himself over your lap for wing preening, knock over stuff for you to catch or just yell at him about, and only seeks your attention when he wants it.

-You’re fun to have around and a great listener, he can’t help but gently squeeze your shoulder and hum, “You’re a good egg kid.”

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Nifty

-Nobody will ever comprehend how you managed to actually befriend the insane housekeeper! The sight of you two together is so strange that people have to take a second glance to see if you’re insane.

-Nifty learned that you had a special gift for cooking, she discovered you baking one day when everyone was gone and was practically drooling with excitement.

-She loved to bake and cook and now she had someone to do it with, just like that you’ve become one of her favorite people.

-Nifty looks for you to help her clean out of reach places for you, she’ll usually be standing on your shoulders dusting and cleaning away at the ceiling tiles and tall windows.

-Somehow you learned the ques for Nifty’s masochistic outbursts and would warn people before it happened. This was a great help since she was so unpredictable.

-Nifty will always spend time with you because she likes you that much, she’ll ask you to help her in the kitchen or ask to dance with you all the time just so that you never feel lonely.

-In your eyes she’s like a little sister even though you swear she’s older than you, you’ve accidentally called her Sis several times and now you can’t call her anything else.

-Sadly Nifty is a bad influence on you, now you both find yourselves chatting away about “Bad Boys” that you see in public and open discuss what you’d do to them if you ever got your hands on them.

-Your imagination is tame compared to the wild thoughts that spill from Nifty’s lips but you’re well aware that she’s mentally insane.

-If someone ever gives you trouble you don’t hesitate to fight them anymore but you do tend to take a piece of them back with you for Nifty to add to her collection.

-Angel witnesses this one time and when he questions you for it you give him the same insane look that Nifty does and giggle, “For the collection.”, leaving him trembling with fear.

-Whenever there is any downtime Nifty will often sit on your shoulders and just let you cardy her around, she’s so light that it doesn’t bother you at all.

-She even knits you a blanket that you often sleep with at night, she’s a weirdo but at least she has a good heart.

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Sir Pentious

-The absolute oddball of the group! You aren’t sure how or when this delusion little snake man appointed you an honorary eggy boi, no matter the situation he is by your side.

-He has a difficult time expressing himself but makes up for it with grand gestures that always seem to make you smile.

-“(Y/n) dear, would you perhaps wish to partake in a movie night with the egg bois and I? We can build…what are they called again…Ah yes blanket forts for your security. I will protect your fort from any invaders during the duration of the film.”, he promises, flashing those big ol sweet red puppy dog eyes at you.

-You still can’t understand his speech sometimes but you get the gist of it and that’s all that matters.

-He likes to ask you to teach him modern slang, it’s so funny to hear him try to use the terms correctly but he usually messes up.

-Once asked Cherri to let him ‘rizz’ her up and came back with a black eye, you couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard.

-In his own unique way Pentious is helping you feel at home, he gets being the oddball and doesn’t want you to feel like that.

-The best at making you smile and laugh, always willing to do anything with you and the gang.

-Asks the Egg Boiz to follow you around the Hotel if he ever thinks you’re mad at him, will cry fountains if you are mad at him.

-Eventually you cave and both apologize to each other before heading off to make poor decisions together.

-Your body runs hot because of your Demon form and being cold blooded Sir Pentious coils his body around you to soak up your excess warmth. (HE’S HEAVY BUT HE SWEARS HE ISN’T)

-Once had you cackling on the ground when he asked you to explain what a twink was to him since Cherri Bomb had called him that during a fight.

-He’s so out of pocket but he brings you so much joy so everyone just lets it be.

-“Yo Pen I’m taking the kids out!”, You’ll shout before stealing the eggs away to do things with you.

-You two often fight like divorced parents during these times since you both swear you need the eggs more then the other.

-“Absolutely not. My minions must join me in my evil deeds today!”, Pentious yells from the top of the staircase.

-You flash him the middle finger and yell back, “It’s my day with them today so shut up and goodbye!”

-He cries dramatically and acts all depressed until you’ve all returned, always wants hugs but asks before hugging you because of your trauma.

- Overall the awkward uncle/brother of the group for you, but always loyal and ready to kill someone for you.

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Alastor

-Since the beginning of your stay you felt intimidated by Alastor, you knew exactly who he was and his reputation proceeded him.

-For the longest time you thought he hated you, you were the only person he wouldn’t smile to and it left you uneasy. He doesn’t mean to be rude he’s just not sure of what to make of you.

-He has pity for you but he chooses not to voice it and ruin all the hard work you’ve been doing towards your self improvement.

-He acts cold and pretends not to care for you, and in turn you try your best to avoid him or act civil. He doesn’t mind since he always has eyes on you, the more he watches over you the more he begins to grow a fondness for you.

-He’s just another shadow hovering over you, keeping you safe as Charlie had instructed him until one day he snaps. The whole time you thought he didn’t care about you but oh if only you knew what he’d do for you and the others.

-You suddenly disappear one day, at first nobody worried but then a second day passed without a word from you. Angel was the one to sense something was off and went out looking for you with Husk, a few hours later they returned with your bloodied unconscious body in their arms.

-Everyone is in a frantic buzz trying to help in any way they can. Alastor, smiling like always, comes down from his room to see your beaten body barely breathing on the sofa.

-As if time had stopped for him, he watches as something falls from your hand and onto the floor. It’s a red monocle, to replace the one he’d broken a few days ago. You selflessly choose to get him a considerate gift only to be beaten an inch from second death.

-Before he knows it he feels his face contort into his full demon form as the lights begin to flicker from his rampant powers.

-Angel steps in front of your body just as Alastor’s tentacles begin to reach for you, Angel glares at the demonic creature in front of him and explains who did this to you. “It was (y/n)’s ex. Him and his gang in the drug district hunted (y/n) down and attacked them.”, Angel growled, not once wavering to the hideous antlered creature before him.

-Alastor said nothing, vanishing into the shadows to find those who did this to you, he’s not seen again for the rest of the night. His radio show comes on in the middle of the night with a new batch of anguished screams and cries echoing throught any radio in hell. A cruel reminder to never mess with the Radio Demon or those he protects.

-Alastor returns late one night, taking time to cool his head before returning to the hotel, he’s surprised by a certain smell coming from the kitchen.

-It’s a smell so reminiscent that he finds himself salivating, he’s quick to wipe away his drools and scurries off to the kitchen to see who it is.

-“Nifty dear it’s late shou-oh…it’s you.”, Alastor’s stunned to see (Y/n) awake cooking. The kitchen’s a mess, pots and pans and knives everywhere all while you’re slowly stirring away at the pot.

-You turn to Alastor with the coldest look in your eyes and the deepest frown he’s ever seen, he wants to say something but he’s interrupted by a loud growl from his stomach.

-He laughs it off still flashing you that signature smile of his, before he can say anything you serve him a plate of jambalaya and take a seat on the floor.

-“Hope you like it.”, you whisper, gently rubbing at your bandaged neck that was bruised from being choked half to death.

-Alastor desperately wants to say something to you but for once he’s stumped, he hates your frowning, hates the way you’re reverting to your old self, but he’s also insanely hungry. He takes a huge spoonful of jambalaya into his mouth and if you’d been watching you would’ve noticed the little dance he’d done upon the first bite.

-Before he knows it he’s so engrossed in eating that he doesn’t notice you’ve slipped away until he’s finished his plate, “(Y/n) my dear, you have a gif-“

-Only the red monocle remains in the spot you once sat, Alastor sits alone now in silence and for the first time in a while he feels his smile drop, he’s unsure what to do or how to help you. How can someone so powerful help someone so weak and broken?

-Guess even the radio demon needs help sometimes.

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Part two coming later

“Stay tuned.”

[strangeinvader9]

With You At Last

A/N: so I wrote this last night after work. I just had one song on repeat for the whole day and for some reason it made me think of Ben.

Song used for inspiration

Word Count : ~690

Pairing : Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader

Warnings: angst, language

All mistakes are mine. Feedback is appreciated 🤍

My Masterlist

You were there in Nicaragua, in 1984. You were there when Ben was taken from you. You were there when he was betrayed by your own team.

Actually, you couldn't say that they were your team, considering how Edgar kept you fighting from the sidelines, not putting you on the team. He did admit that you were and had always been very useful to them; you just didn't have…a certain appearance to be part of the official Payback team.

Those were his words to Ben, when he tried to get you on the team, to fight beside him. And as answer to Ben's boldness to question him and threaten to bring you to limelight, he spitefully coerced him to date the Countess for the tabloids. For showing his attitude.

And that fucking hurt. Seeing him with her on the covers of every magazine. Knowing that behind the closed doors he was yours, didn't help at all.

You knew that simple bullets couldn’t hurt him, but then again you didn’t know what could. So when you saw Ben being dragged away from the field, you assumed the absolute worst.

Everything around you collapsed. You were kneeling on the ground, completely shattered as you saw the rest of the team fleeing from the scene, clearly unbothered by the loss of their leader. All but Swatto, but even his death meant nothing to them, as long as they got rid of Soldier Boy. Or so at least it seemed to you.

Ben always hated the fact that you were kept in secrecy. He hated that you couldn't get the recognition that you deserved, just based on your looks.

"Who the fuck cares about our looks? " He had tried to reason with Edgar, who still wouldn’t budge, even after admitting your value to the team.

You had the power to manipulate people's perception. You were present on every battlefield beside Payback, helping them in the most useful ways with your ability. While Payback attacked, you deprived them from their physical awareness, so Ben and others could fight them without getting injured. To him, you were the one who made Payback’s conquests possible.

Ben honestly didn’t know what the fuck had happened that day. Everything went to shit in a split second. Mallory’s base was under attack and you were nowhere to be seen. And then there was nothing.

Until he woke up, restrained to some table, and about to be experimented on. For almost 40 years they held him there.

And all that kept him borderline sane during that time was you. And planning the payback for his former team. But all that was secondary next to you.

He had never thought that he’d ever find someone who would make him want to have something meaningful in his life. Something real. Something that no one would be able to take away from him. He just wanted you.

He wasn't even sure how he was capable of loving you as much as he did. He never received any love or affection from his father. Ben was abandoned, and had been alone since childhood. But he knew he loved you, otherwise he would have forgotten you. Otherwise he would’ve already given up on everything.

He waited for the day he’d finally be free. He knew it was coming and he’d be ready for that.

Still, his hope had started to waver, and he lost himself to loneliness. Hopelessness of seeing you ever again started to take power over his love for you in his mind. And he couldn't fight back to it.

After years of imprisonment and torture, Ben was certain that they had managed to kill him somehow. Or that he’d finally lost his sanity. He wasn't even sure which he would've preferred.

The air was knocked out of him when he saw you standing there in front of him. Even when you held him in your arms after all the years of being separated, he had a hard time believing that it was real. One kiss from you was all it took to convince him. It was real. You were real.

Finally, you had found him and he was not alone.

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