In Regards To Romance, Has Zib Had His Heart Broken Before?

Hello! I was wondering if you could write how Rocky would be like with a shy, kind-hearted reader, please? Maybe reader is trying to get Rocky to realize their feelings for him through small gestures — like helping clean up his injuries after he goes rumrunning or suggesting they have brunch at Little Daisy Cafe (both to make sure he has eaten that day and plus make it feel like they’re on a date) etc. These gestures are all too subtle for him to notice, so he’s all like “they’re just being nice! 😄” until reader gathers the courage to confess their feelings. Idk, I just want to see how this goof would react to knowing someone is lowkey down-bad for him😅🤣. Sorry for the long request and thanks in advance!

A/n: Hey, hey, hey! Sure will do. I don't mind a "long request" of such kind, if anything, I like how detailed it is :) it helps me understand better what you have in mind.

The reader is gn.

A shy person with rocky?.. that's not a very good mix. He's the guy who is always the centre of attention. If you're with him, you're most likely also gonna be a part of it.

However if you try to calm him down a little or when he notices you're not very comfortable with what's happening, he'll try to tone it down. He doesn't want you stressed out.

He might as well just tell you to "relax" because "everything is going to be fiiiineee" even if it's not😭 Basically he's trying to reassure you about things all the time.

As for the romantic part:

At first he'd be pretty oblivious, thinking you're just extra-friendly towards him and he's happy with that!

This afternoon lackadaisy gang went rum running. You felt a little uneasy and decided to wait in the bar till they come back to make sure everything's fine. A few hours had passed, the afternoon turned into very late evening. You were growing a little bit tired.

"How long are they gonna take?''- you thought to yourself.

Suddenly...

"GUESS WHO'S BACK!!! AND LOOK WHAT WE'VE BROUGHT! TA-DAA!!" Rocky bursts into the bar with his hands in the air. He was holding a few bottles of questionable liquor. Ivy walked in a few seconds later, dragging Freckle along by his sleeve.

You turn your head towards the entrance and gasp loudly.

"Rocky! What happened?!" You stand up quickly and trot over to him. You want to grab him by the coat so you could bring him closer and take a look, but you stop and hesitate.

"Ah, just some minor incident. Nothing to be worried about!" Rocky shrugs his shoulders and smiles awkwardly.

"Minor?! Rocky, it looks bad!" You pout your lips. "Sit down" you order.

Once he listens to you and you get the supplies you need, you start to clean his wounds and patch him up very carefully. You noticed his ears drooped and his gaze lowered at the floor. You sigh.

"Hey, I'm not mad at you... I'm just- worried, okay?"

He nods slowly. He seems a bit nervous. After some coaxing from you, he opens up. He starts speaking about how their journey went and what happened during it. You nod slowly while finishing your work around him.

He's not used to that kind of treatment, but he appreciates it at heart. It feels good to be finally cared for.

When you ask him out for brunch at the little daisy cafe he's happy to oblige, of course you get him pancakes with extra syrup.

Once he makes a quick wit about how this whole thing looks date-like, you lower your gaze sheepishly in silence. He swallows his food slowly and opens his mouth to say something, but backs off. He's not sure what to say. He's quick to laugh his silly thought off and move on with his bragging to something else.

"You were just being nice right? Nobody would care that much about him, right?..". He appreciates it while the moment lasts but again, he's quick to move on.

He doesn't wanna ruin what you have. You mean too much for him. He ruins everything. He cannot lose you too.

As much as he likes you, he might distance himself a tad bit at times. Buuut it happens rarely, just when he's feeling somewhat unwell, when his head is throbbing and he cannot think straight (just like after the "haymaker" episode where he got badly injured and wasn't exactly himself till the next morning.)

You didn't want to lose him either. You were afraid, but you had to make a move.

It is hard for you to get yourself to do it... You practice in front of your mirror, saying your speech over and over again, circling around your room till you finally gain the courage.

Next time you see him, you try your best to confess and not screw it up.

You did it! Finnaly! But... Why is he still acting so oblivious? Why is he trying to turn it into a joke?

"Ah, that's so romantic! You really put your thoughts into it, didn't you? Maybe you are also a poet at heart?" He rests his hands on his hips with a grin.

You frown a slight bit and try to explain it as clearly as you can, that you love him.

He goes silent.

"Rocky?.… Please say something"

"Are you... Serious?" He tilts his head in doubt.

"yes? Why wouldn't I be? Didn't you notice all the signs?..." You ask in confusion. Was he THAT oblivious???

"Oh. Soooo... You weren't just being friendly?" He asks while fidgeting with his hands.

"No. I thought It was pretty obvious-"

"well, shucks!" He pouts "I wouldn't even dare to think-.. Are you sure tho?.."

You sigh and a small smile creeps up at your lips. "Yeah, I'm sure." You say calmly as your hands drift up to wrap them around your torso.

Rocky grins widely and starts to bounce on his feet. He opens his arms widely while making some weird buzzing noise. You smile goofily at the scene in front of you and you open your arms at him too.

In this exact moment, he flungs himself at you, picking you up, spinning you around in his arms.

He's a huge dork, but he's your dork. :)

Hi, I really love your writing, they are so cute! I was hoping if you could write some romantic headcanons regarding Zib? The scenario is the reader (gender neutral) is in the same boat as Zib, where the reader was also in a on and off relationship, and their ex ended up marrying someone else. How would this relationship play out?

Thank you, I'm glad you do. :)

While you were hanging out at the lackadaisy you took quite the liking in the speakeasy's band. Somehow (you don't even know how) the band became your friend group. One evening, while you were ranting about life, the band picked up a similarity between you and Zib. They started teasing you about how similar ~you two pitiful, poor souls~ are. Your curiosity piqued and you decided to ask him about it.

At first he wasn't very eager to talk about his personal stuff with you, but after you got a bit closer to him and bought him a few loads of drinks, he started to open up to you.

Both of you were surprised to hear you've been through very similar stuff.

You wouldn't talk about it as if it was an idle, basic saturday chat, no... Zib wouldn't be so neutral/nonchalant talking about something he's been trying to run away from all these years. He'd have to be in his dramatic, miserable mood and you'd have to have some privacy.

Okay so first of all, it wouldn't be that easy for both of you to jump right into a relationship. He's been hurt too many times and I know he flirts a lot, but it's a 'no strings attached' situation. If anything, this would look like a situationship... "New person, same old mistakes" ;P

Yet somewhere in the back of his mind he had a foolish hope that since you had once found yourself in a similar situation to him, you would simply, out of pity, not cause him the same pain again, because you knew how awful this feels.

He knows that if he gets into a relationship, the breakup will hurt more than if there was nothing between you. Is the pain worth it? Perhaps with you it will be different...

You have to reassure him it's not just a game to you and that you are sure of what you're doing. Just be patient with him and you'll get there someday.

After you put a label on your relationship he'd be slightly less stressed about you leaving suddenly.

You have quite a few things to work on, but I'm sure if you two talk properly you're gonna find some way to fix your souls.

Zib might not be a lot, but he's there if there's anything you want to talk about. Especially late at night, when your mind feels a little too heavy, he'll calmly listen to you and once you're done talking he'll add a few thoughts of his. Even if most of your conversations start at one specific topic you've talked through so many times, you never really run out of words to say, you never get bored, each conversation somehow finds its way to another topic and another...

You also like to sit in (comfortable) silence and say nothing, basking in each other's warmth and presence, hoping in silence that you've finally found your internal peace.

Just for your own sake don't break each other's hearts, please.

hello!! Hope you are having a wonderful day <33 This is a Lackadaisy request for a one shot so yippee! Basically just reader having a toxic relationship and how Mordecai, Rocky, and maybe other characters deal with it. Hope you have fun writing this angst prompt and I’ll be looking forward to it! Toodles <3

Hey, hi, hello! First of all thank you! I hope you're having a great day/night too! :3

Second of all, when I saw the request I was like: 'wait, that will be cool to write!' although ngl I've kind of procrastinated the writing process, sorry, I just lost my motivation and I had to push myself to start writing this ( ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

However I've finally got my motivation back. I'm not very good at making oneshots, it's my second time making one if I can even call this thing an one shot so if it's not looking like a proper one, I'm sorry. I wasn't sure how to get a hang of it. I was struggling a bit due to the lack of information so i tried to keep stuff neutral enough to not imply names nor gender which usually is not a problem to me, but lately I've been feeling like someone put a block to my creativity so if this writing isn't as good, you'll have to excuse me...

In case it is not what you expected, please let me know what to fix. Any advices are welcome!

Summary: How would Mordecai, Rocky deal with a reader who's in a toxic relationship.

Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship of course, mentions of death, reader is gn, the relationship between the reader and canon characters is undefined.

Mordecai:

When he heard you complaining about some unreasonable arguments that you've had with your partner, he's been trying to be polite, trying to give you a few advices, telling you your partner was not acting wisely, not like a proper partner should. As the time passed, you had more and more complaints and on top of that you looked more gloomy. Seeing that, Mordecai's comments about how you should do something about it or just leave the person, worsened. How could you be so stupid not seeing what a two-faced, serpent with no respect your partner was?!

He always felt strange towards relationships, but now it was even worse after observing how someone close to him hurts themselves because of some weird relationships and odd feelings.

The line has been crossed when he saw you crying in a corner one day. The look of you - helplessly trying to wipe the tears off your cheeks, but only making it worse, rubbing them all over your face - reminded him of the time his little sister had scraped her knee and was weeping until he himself came to help her.

That was it.

You were too stubborn, too jumbled in those stupid feelings to do anything. If not him, no one is gonna take care of this situation.

That night he left his apartment with a fedora that cast a shadow over his face along with a coat that blended his figure into the darkness of the night. He already got everything he needed to know. He connected every little dot, every fact you said about your partner and the places you hung around - Mordecai quickly figured out their place of living.

In the future you have to be more careful what you say... he probably should tell you that.

After he reached your partner's flat, his lock picking skills were up to use. Much to his dismay, the rest of what he had left to do was a bit messy...

He didn't know how to comfort you the following days as you weeped over your not-so-alive partner, but at least neither you nor he had to worry about a certain somebody ruining your mental nor physical health anymore.

He's not a guy of many words nor one who shows much emotion / affection if any at all so you cannot expect much comfort from him, but he'll try to be there for you despite everything.

He will not tell you it was him who killed your partner tho, no, you would hate him for that even tho he 'did the right thing'... Or at least that's what he's been telling himself.

If you really want to, you'll find someone better, who will be the right for you, for sure.

Rocky:

He was happy to see you and your partner in the speakeasy. He loved bothering and teasing you two. It was fun and giggles until he started to notice you coming to Lackadaisy alone more often or acting somewhat odd when with your partner.

He observed you as you sat alone at the bar, leaning over a glass of illicit beverage. He was curious about the reason of it hence he came up to you:

- "hey there sulky-puss, where's your partner?" He rested his fists on his hips.

- "I don't really want to talk about this." You grumbled out.

- "Oh c'mon, pal! Spill the beans!" He cheered with his usual toothy smile.

- "No, Rocky, I'm not in the mood" you cut him off. Seeing his grin getting wiped away from his face exchanged for a confused look made you wince, you hated seeing him upset. "Sorry, I just-... It's a bit complicated, don't worry about it, okay?"

He nodded, he didn't want to bother you too much, he tried to ignore it... at least for now. However he couldn't shake off a bad feeling he had about what was happening. However he started to pick up stuff like: how your arms were often drooped, how hunched your posture was, how you looked like a walking ball of anxiety. He tried to talk to you, to crack a joke, to cheer you up. Sometimes it had the intended effect and sometimes it had the opposite outcome, but he didn't want to give up. After some conversations during which you may or may have not been slightly tipsy he concluded 'your partner was the matter'.

- "Woah, Woah, Woah-... Your partner did what?"

- "yeah... They started threatening me after I said I wanted to leave." You admitted quietly.

- "Oh no, that is not the spirit of love!" He pressed his palms to his cheeks dramatically, making his lips pursue like a fish.

- "Unfortunately you're right, it's not... I don't know what to do anymore." You whined and then took a sip of your beverage.

.

you may not have had any ideas on what to do but he did...

.

That awful person was making their significant other feel unsafe and unloved! I'll show them what the real threat is!-

He took a big swing and...

Clash ..Voomf..

A burning bottle filled with motor oil and gasoline hit the wall of a house and set it on fire.

- "TASTE THE BURNING FLAMES OF LOVE! Ahahah- Or rather the flames of sweet justice. I probably should've said that instead." Rocky brought his finger up to scratch his chin. "Hmm, I should have-"

- "YOU BASTARD!!" A sudden yell came from the window.

Rocky looked up and his lips widened in a twisted grin.

- "You brought this on yourself!! BhAHahHa!!" Once he saw the figure rushing and disappearing deeper into the house, he knew that was the moment to run and so he did...with a maniacal laugh.

The condition of your partner and their house depends on how generous Rocky felt that day.

Let's hope your partner is scared enough to leave you alone and not seek revenge.

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I know I haven't posted in what seems to be over two weeks? I promise I'm getting through the asks, though I was busy and didn't feel in character enough to finish nor start writing some of the requests ( ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

I promise I'll be back soon! And in the meantime you can ask me some questions (for any fandom that I'm in).

(please do it in my inbox! ^_^" )

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30. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

how would Serafine, Lacy, and Ivy react to the reader proposing to them?

A/N: Sorry this is short, but I didn't know what else I could write. I know you waited so long for this, I promise I wanted to write it out earlier but I just lost motivation, whoops.

Ivy:

The moment you kneel down, there's that gleam in her eyes, snd when she sees the ring, she's squealing and jumping as if she just drank two coffees. She's so happy, of course she says yes!

You don't remember telling about the engagement to anybody except your closest ones but somehow everybody around knows it.

Serafine:

She might play dumb at first.

"Oh is that a ring for me? You're so sweet, Cher." She will take the ring but she acts like there are not strings attached. You need to explain to her what you were expecting and what you meant by that gesture.

In a relationship she needs freedom and you need to provide it for her, otherwise she might not be so happy about your idea.

But if she likes you and you're just what she wants, she'll be glad you proposed, she might be a little smug about it too, however she's not as expressive as for example Ivy.

Lacy:

She gasps. Lacy did not expect that, but she was happy. She had to have a few moments to think about this, to make the right decision, but after all she decided to say yes.

She still spends a lot of her time around Mr. Sable, however she's trying to work on it and make him somewhat more independent so she'll have more time to spend with you. (And Wick's fine with that ;} )

Hey, I'm the same one who send the Mordecai hurt one, firstly I'm sorry I didn't read the rules before the first one, secondly I have no idea what MLM is, sorry if I accidentally requested that?

And thirdly.

I also wanted to throw in a Wick X reader, if that's okay.

Spoilers for the webcomic

Wick thought the reader had something to do with the money Mitzi stole and took a bit offense when the reader said it might've been his old friend Mitzi

What happened there is up to you

But later the reader drank a bit much somewhere, and ended up not recognizing wick and accidentally confessed while the reader thought he was just venting to a stranger

I'm again really sorry if this to specific/vauge, badly phrased, or something against your rules.

I just had this idea sitting in my mind for awhile now, and saw by chance that you had commissions open so I thought why not ask-

Thank you for your time!

Well, at least you've read the rules after all lol. Next time I recommend googling it up. I know I already addressed it in my last Mordecai post, but I'll do it again to be clear cuz I got another request that was against the rules. 'MLM' is 'man loving man' and I don't feel very comfortable doing it, please keep that in mind. I have my reasons. Although if the request isn't affected by the gender I will write it with a gender neutral reader instead (usually it occurs to character x any gender).

All issues aside, this request is pretty cool! Love the idea and I love how detailed it is! Keep it up ;3

I'm not sure if it was supposed to be romantic or platonic so I'll keep it neutral.

The reader is gn, this work mentions drinking/being drunk, very slight angst but then you get comfort.

It was Sunday. Your day was going quite smoothly and you had some free time to spare. You decided to visit Wick since you hadn't seen him for a while and you'd lie if you said you didn't miss him.

You strolled up to his house and knocked on the front door. Wick opened it and smiled lightly.

"Hello Mr. Sable." You bowed with a grin on your face.

"Oh, greetings Mx. L/N. Are we talking business?" He teased, then moved back and held the door open so you can walk in.

You put your leg forward and stepped in.

"So with all the formalities aside, how are you today? We have beautiful weather, don't we?" You turned to look at him.

"I'm doing fine. We are indeed having beautiful weather, however paperwork is keeping me at my desk, so I haven't got an opportunity to go outside to enjoy it.... There have been some strange gaps in my expense list."

"oh really? Why so?" You tilted your head with curiosity.

"Lacy recently showed me some bank statements that I don't remember signing. I looked at my checkbook and noticed that some pages had been torn out without my knowledge." he sighed.

"Oh really? That's weird. Maybe you simply forgot you wrote those checks?" You wondered.

"No, it happened recently and my memory isn't that scrappy... Yet... I think... You, miss May and miss Lacy were the last ones to see them." He raised his arm to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. "I was thinking perhaps you knew something about it?.."

You stared at him dumbfounded. Did he think you stole his checks?

"I have no clue. I don't even know where you keep your checks. On top of that, I would never take it without your permission. Perhaps it was Mitzi? If I remember correctly Lacy complained about Miss May being nosy with her briefcase." You pursued your lips in a light pout.

Wick's expression shifted. You couldn't quite picture what it was, but you could tell it wasn't anything good. He had a slight scowl on his lips.

"No, I highly doubt it. She wouldn't do that. She's a classy woman and I've known her for a while." He sounded almost offended.

"Are you suggesting that I'm some kind of a 'low class', that I stole your checks?!" You scrunched your nose up. You attitude shifted into a defensive mode.

"that's not exactly what I meant but-"

"But what? You actually think that. I can tell." Your glare sent daggers at him. He just stared at you, not knowing what to say. You huffed then turned around and stormed off.

You couldn't stop thinking about what happened. You were so angry at Wick for acting like Mitzi was a saint and not acknowledging your word. Your madness slowly turned into sadness. It was supposed to be a nice day and it took such a turn... You needed to take an edge off.

It was evening. You found yourself at a speakeasy different than usual. You didn't want to risk meeting Wick and bumping into Mitzi. Seeing these two together would be a disaster.

You ended up drinking your sorrows away. You don't know how many turns you've had nor how much money you've already spent. You just wanted to numb your feelings.

You weren't the only one with such idea. Wick felt somewhat guilty about what he said. He should've chosen his words more wisely. He didn't feel like visiting Lackadaisy. He couldn't bear himself to see the ones he suspected of stealing his properties. He couldn't stop thinking about your words too. Maybe you were right? But at the same time... he was charmed with Mitzi, he couldn't get himself to think so badly of her. It all was giving him a headache.

His surprise was huge when he saw you at the bar counter. He had to blink a few times to let his mind process it. What a coincidence, eh? He sighed. Maybe it was a sign to make things up with you. He made his way to you slowly and chose to sit on a stool right next to you. Wick took off his hat, ordered a glass of whiskey on the rocks and folded his hands on the table.

"Hey..." He spoke up softly with a tinge of remorse in his voice.

You turned in his direction. Your vision was blurry hence you didn't register who sat next to you.

"Oh dear... you look wasted." He exclaimed with surprise.

"yeah? Well guess what! It's all because my... friend accused me of something I'd never do!" You hissed at the stranger sitting next to you.

"I didn't mean for it to go that way... I just-"

"And he didn't believe me when I said it wasn't me!" You went on. "He chose some gold digger over me!"

"Hey, don't say it like that-" Wick tried to differ.

"I thought he trusted me! How stupid was I to think that?!" You whined.

Wick winced and turned his head to the other side. He really did mess up... and it seemed like you were too drunk to even recognize him. The Siamese sighed and decided to take a different approach. He turned to you once again.

"He probably was just confused... Maybe even all pent up and didn't think straight? I'm sure he regrets what he did." He said awkwardly and took a sip of his drink to soothe his nerves.

"You think so?" You looked at him with glossy eyes.

He sighed and nodded as a soft smile appeared on his face.

"yeah, I'm sure." He extended his paw to you but hesitated. He fought himself on what to do but finally he pet your shoulder in reassurance. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." He grabbed his hat, put it on, exchanged a few words with the bartender, gave him a few dollar bills and turned around to leave. "Have a good night, mx." Then he left.

After that, the bartender didn't want to serve you for some reason. Well, at least your bill was already paid. Although it seemed somewhat strange, you didn't remember paying for the last round of drinks you've had, but hey, you weren't going to complain. Good for you!

After you got home you collapsed on your bed and passed out.

Wick decided to talk to you once you were sober and not hungover. He visited you and apologized properly. He wasn't sure what to do with the check situation tho. He'll figure it out. Maybe you'll even help him to make the right approach to talk about it with Mitzi.

A/n: oneshots are making me go insane but I think I did pretty good with this one :) Hope you've had fun! Reblogs and likes are very appreciated ^^

May I request a Mordecai X Male Reader, where the reader hurt themselves (Ex: pushed him away from a bullet, or the alike.) and Mordecai berated the reader, who in return, is incredibly hurt?

I'm never requested something, if this is no good I'm sorry.

I really like your writing though!

Okay so first of all - thank you.

The second of all - you sent me two requests and I'm gonna write them in the order you gave them to me. However, before I do this I'm going to mention something you wrote in the second request:

- MLM is "men loving men" something like that. So basically male character x another male character (reader). In my master post I did say I most likely won't write this, but I might do some exceptions and I will.

Next time if the gender won't affect the fanfic I might just write 'character x gn! Reader' instead.

Your request is completely fine, don't worry lol

For this post I'll use your idea with the bullet.

Warnings: mentions of getting shot, slight angst, after all there's no mention of reader's gender cuz somehow I managed to not use it? It just doesn't matter here.

You dragged out Mordecai for a walk around the town. You wanted to unwind and the idea of a peaceful walk with your lover seemed great. Mordecai didn't think about it as positively as you, but somehow you managed to persuade him into going with you.

The walk started nicely. You raised your head up to see the sunny sky with some clouds floating around. You looked to the side, at your partner who didn't seem to enjoy it as much as you, but you didn't mind. You were used to his 'unemotional' persona.

You continued the walk, taking in the surroundings, looking left and right just like a curious child. Suddenly you stopped in your tracks.

Mordecai's ears twitched. He turned his head in your direction but-

- "Mordecai, look out!" You shouted and jumped forward to push him aside.

Pow

You fell on your knees with a grunt. You raised your hand to clutch your shoulder and curled up on the ground.

Mordecai looked at you in bewilderment. He saw blood starting to drip slowly off your hand. His breath hitched. He took out his gun in a swift movement and started to spin around, trying to spot where the bullet came from.

Bang Bang

Two more bullets were fired. This time you didn't notice who sent them flying into the air. Your ears were ringing and your heart was racing.

Next thing you saw was Mordecai's angry face in front of you.

You only heard him shouting:

- "You idiot!"

So many emotions fought inside of you. You started hyperventilating and you fainted from exhaustion.

Mordecai hissed under his breath and looked around again to make sure you two were safe. He tried to pick you up. After a few attempts he managed to and took you home.

He wasn't sure what to do. Someone had to take the bullet out of your arm, but he couldn't operate you himself.

Should he take you to Elsa? Are they still on good terms?

He was so torn on what to do.

At the end, he left you at Elsa's doorstep and watched from afar as she took you in. He had to. He couldn't leave you with a deep wound in your arm.

After the bullet was taken out and you were patched up, Mordecai took you home.

Then he had the chance to berate you right.

-"You imbecile! What were you thinking?! Taking a bullet just like that?!" Mordecai flung his hands in the air angrily.

-"I- I just wanted to save you... I didn't know-"

-"What do you mean you didn't know?!?! The bullet flies at you, you're getting shot! This is basic logic!" He argued.

"that's not what I meant... I'm sorry" you tried to fight tears which started to well up in your eyes.

Mordecai sighed.

"Just... Don't you dare do it ever again. Ever." He said firmly.

'What kind of stupidity was it? He should've taken the bullet. He was tougher than you' he thought to himself.

He cares, he really does, but he's also scared. He doesn't want you to end up in the same situation ever again.

He will take care of you the following days. He won't let you overexert yourself and will watch over you whenever he can.

Hi, I was wondering if could you write Husk from Hazbin Hotel and Reader who see him like a father figure or a mentor? The Reader are introvert and they have difficulty about to trust for the next one. But when they meet Husk, they slowly start to see him like a father figure while Husk tries to deal with it.

Thank you and have a nice day

A/n: Ofc! Thanks, I hope you have a nice day too.

The reader is gn.

At first, when you joined the hotel, you didn't want to socialize much. Sure, Charlie was nice and she really wanted to help, but sometimes her exercises were too much. You preferred to sit in a quiet place by yourself such as your room or if you wanted to loosen up a little, you found yourself at the bar accompanied by the grumpy bartender.

To be honest, you were a bit afraid of him at first. The way he yelled at some of the customers made you cringe and it definitely didn't help your anxiety.

To Husk you were nothing unusual, just another lousy sinner to tend to.

As time passed by and you became 'regular' at the bar, he started to recognize you. He started to pick up on how you tried to avoid the crowd and the spotlight. You seemed to come to him every time you tried to run away from society. You were pretty polite and didn't make a mess. Maybe you weren't so bad after all?

When Husk was in a better mood, he'd start a conversation with you to get to know you, to understand you better, to see what's the cause of your behaviour. He knew you were really shy, so he was trying to be slow and patient with you.

At first you didn't want to open up, so he didn't force any interactions. He just tended to you like he would to anybody else. Once you've decided you wanted to give him a chance, he was somewhat glad you took enough liking of him to trust him.

Surprisingly, every conversation you've had with him felt so... Natural. He seemed to understand you and he didn't make fun of you nor try to force you to face your fears.

You spent time with him more often, even outside the bar. You looked at him in a way he couldn't quite picture, in a way that made his 'cold heart' feel a bit warmer.

In your head you pictured his humour, the way he spoke, the way he cared, very fatherly.

At some point, you think he picked up on what you were thinking since his behaviour became somewhat protective over you. He started to ask you in a subtle way to text him once you get to your destination safe and sound, or he wouldn't serve you drinks when he knew you were reaching your limit/wouldn't let you make a habit of drinking away your sorrows- (he doesn't want you to end up like him.) He even tried to lecture you a few times about it (or lecture you about life in general).

He was happy to see that his words influenced you in a way.

On a rare occasion when he is in a good mood (he also might be slightly intoxicated) and barely anybody is around, he'll tell you "I'm proud of you, kid."

Overall: Sometimes your relationship might be a bit rocky, but once you talk through the problems/you let him do his thing, it's wholesome :)