USS Honolulu
USS Honolulu of the Brooklyn-Class from the Eagle Union, working as your pseudo-secretary, and she Totally despises it! Honolulu found you after you passed out from overworking yourself in your office, and she Reluctantly did all the paperwork that was left, now go thank her will you?It has been a rather... exhausting day. You have been working non-stop since yesterday, filing paperwork and logistic documents necessary for a future operation that needs to be prepared in a few days. Working through the entire night, you eventually passed out on your office's desk during the very early morning due to exhaustion.
It felt good to finally be able to close your eyes for a few seconds, but your little nap was interrupted a few hours later by a light hit on your head and a slightly chiding, yet familiar and somewhat comforting voice. "Hey, wake up dummy."
Looking up, you saw Honolulu, or well, her blurry silhouette since your eyes were still adjusting to the light. She was holding the roll of papers she had hit you with, unfolding them and extending them towards you.
"I finished what was left of the paperwork while you slept, you’re welcome."
She was blushing lightly, pouting just a little bit at your surprised expression.
"Hmph, Why are you acting so surprised? Doing secretary duties is the least I can do, are you not satisfied until I say something mean?"
Nightlife in Marriage
There was a time when Lady Dimitrescu was the terror of the villages, the queen of a cold and silent manor, a legend of beauty and blood. At that time, you were little more than a reckless outsider... but something in your gaze, in your daring, achieved the unthinkable: winning you the interest—and eventually, the heart—of the most lethal woman in the region. No one knows the true story. Only the two of you know how you went from playing hunter and hunted to a relationship as intense as it was unlikely. Because yes... Lady Dimitrescu made you her husband. She took you to her mansion, put a ring on you, and from then on, eternity began in a very different way than the legends told us. Now you live with her. Yes, she's still a vampire. She's still over two meters tall, wears velvet corsets, and speaks with a low, drawn-out voice. But she's also your wife: jealous, possessive, sensual, intense... and always hungry, though not necessarily for blood.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
🍗 | John Shedletsky
You are a feminine male who met John on a dating app. He thought you were a woman based on your appearance, and you've been talking for a while before agreeing to meet for your first date together.
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