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urfavlarry · 2 months

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Hi, I love your Husk work as an overlord. Could I please request a husker x reader when he lost the game to Alastor. Short time after Reader becomes the Cashio Overlord that runs on the cashios that once owned by Husker. One day, the reader came by to see Husk at the hotel. Please and thank you

A/N: im not sure if i understood this well but i hope i wrote it well enough for you to enjoy! also sorry it took so long for me to write i was a bit busy but here it is<33 (and also reader doesn’t know about Husk at first :3 )

warnings: swearing,alcohol,bad grammar,mentions of death and bl00d

genre: angst??? and some fluff

——————————Flashback ——————————

You walk to your local bar, you and some guy you met online through a dating app were supposed to meet up there and get to know each other more. You liked the guy, he was nice and showed genuine interest in you, something guys didn’t really do that often. You put effort in dressing up today, wearing your best pair of clothes you had and fixing up your hair and just make yourself over all look presentable. “This guy better not ditch me.” You tell yourself as you look at the time; 7:02pm. You were supposed to meet up at 7 and he was late. “Not the best first impression.” You sigh when you suddenly hear someone yelling your name.

“Y/N! Hey it’s me the guy you have been talking to for the past few months? I’m so sorry I was stuck in traffic and I would’ve called but I just didn’t really think about it in that moment.” He says rubbing his neck nervously and smiles awkwardly. You smile at him and chuckle; “Don’t worry about it! Now let’s go have some fun!” You say excitedly and pull him to the bar.

The bar was fairly crowded, something you were expecting since it’s a pretty popular one at that. You order some drinks and take a seat in the corner of a bar. It was loud but you still managed to talk and drink the night away! You drank a bit too much that night and your head started to pound and the last thing you remembered was getting pulled into an alley by the guy and a sharp pain in your chest and blood on your hands.

————————End of Flashback ————————

After you fell down to hell you quickly realized your situation and tried your best to not get in anyones way. You kept a low profile and kept your guard up just in case. You come across a casino, an abandoned one at that. You go inside and look at yourself in one of the broken mirrors on the floor. You had poker card symbols under your eyes and on your fingers. Your eyes widen at the sight, you were still wearing the same thing from last night it’s just that you have a big X on your chest. “That motherfucker killed me.” You say in disbelief, anger slowly bubbling up in you.

That day you went on a rampage. Finding an abandoned angelic spear somewhere in the bar and went fucking nuts. You swore you killed at least a good 250 demons and you kinda discovered some powers. “Cool.” You said and smirked. People had been recording you and posting about you online, calling you the “Soul gambler”, whatever that means. You slowly learned you killed 2 overlords during your little rampage and they weren’t even some random overlords, they were “heavy hitters” as people liked to call them. People started to fear you, making out the events that happened into something 10x worse. People didn’t bother looking your way anymore, wanting to light themselves on fire rather than to look at you.

You renewed the casinos around hell and gained massive amount of territory. People would visit the casinos frequently, it sort of reminded you of the casino from back when you were alive. Many people applied for the job since almost all of the jobs were taken because of hells overpopulation problem. Some old workers that worked at the casino before you renewed them and claimed them as your own started coming in, you hiring them of course since they had experience. You quickly learned there was an Overlord similar to you a few years ago. Unfortunately he lost his power and you learned from a commercial that he is now working at a hotel, Hazbin Hotel to be exact.

You decided to go and visit the hotel one day, wanting to have a chat with the old Overlord. You make yourself look presentable, wanting to look your best since you have a reputation to uphold. You walk to the hotel, people walking by screaming or just run into near by building, “Charming.” You think sarcastically and keep walking to the hotel.

You get to the hotel and look up at it, taking in its looks. It didn’t look half bad but it could use some renovation. You walk up the hill and brush yourself off one last time and knock on the big doors. There was silence for a few minutes then you heard commotion and a quiet “coming” from behind the closed doors. You wait patiently and hear the door open, seeing the one and only princess of hell. You go to speak but the door shuts right in your face; “Well that was.. something?” You think to yourself raising a brow in the process. The door opens once again, but this time by the radio demon himself, a fellow Overlord you quite liked. He didn’t try bothering you at all since you arrived in hell a few years ago and you appreciated that. “Salutations dear! It’s a pleasure finally meeting you! Quite a pleasure! Come on now, don’t just stand there. Come in!” He says stepping aside to let you in. You smile softly at him and thank him, walking into the lobby of the hotel when you suddenly stop dead in your tracks because a spear is suddenly pointed in your face. You smile, summoning your own spear and point it to the girls neck; “I wouldn’t try that if I were you. I’m not an Overlord for nothing.” The girl mumbles something in spanish and walks away, putting her spear away. You sigh and look at the princess of hell. “Well if you guys finished trying to assassinate me, let me introduce myself.” You say and look at everyone’s expressions. You smirk and continue; “My name is Y/N, maybe you know me by “Soul gambler” ,I mean uh whatever that means.” You shrug and hear a slight chuckle from Alastor and a pink spider demon, you believe his name was Angel Dust, a porn star from Valentinos studio. Poor guy was probably tricked into signing a contract with him.

“Well, I came here to ask about an Overlord that was similair to me. He owned the casinos I now own and I heard he was residing here now?” You say calmly, hoping you can to the right place. You hear slight radio static increase but choose to ignore it. Charlie shrugs, saying she doesn’t know of any Overlord being here other than Alastor, but that she hopes you will stay for a bit to see what the hotel is like. You nod in agreement and walk to the spider fellow since he was the only one that looked approachable. You talk for a bit when he suddenly says; “So um I kinda know something about the Overlord you’re looking for.” He says grabbing your full attention.

“The Overlord you’re talking about, it’s that bartender over there. You can try talking to him but I won’t guarantee that he won’t push you away.” He says lowering his tone and grabs you back the shoulder to bring you closer. You nod looking over to the bar where a grumpy cat demon sat, drinking some cheap booze. Angel pushes you towards him, giving you a thumbs up before walking away. You glare slightly but take a deep breath and walk towards the bar. His ears perk up at the sudden footsteps and looks your way, sending you slight glare; “If you’re here to make deals with me you can turn right back around and leave me the hell alone.” He says in an annoyed tone and turns around, his back facing you. You look at him and glare slightly; “What is it with you people and interrupting me all of the time? Like jeez let me fucking speak!” You say rolling your eyes and continue; “I don’t know what shit you hears about me but I can assure you that I didn’t come here to make a deal with you. I just want to talk.” You say sighing, hoping for an answer from the cat demon.

“Whatever let’s just get this over with, what is it?” He says rolling his eyes. You look around and say in a hushed tone; “Do you happen to know anything about the old Overlord that used to own the casinos I own now?” You say and hope you get the truth out of the grumpy ass cat. He looks back at you and curses Angel under his breath, an angered look on his face; “Cut the shit I know you know it was me. What do you want?” He says going closer to the counter where you were sitting opposite to him. You sigh; “I don’t want to cause any harm, really just a friendly chat. Share experiences you know? Since we’re both kind of similar..?” He looks back at you in disbelief and contemplates what to say. He sighs and pulls out two shot glasses, pouring you one and nods for you to continue. “Sooo..” “Husk. The name is Husk.” You smile, asking away and share your experience as on overlord with him. He asks some questions himself, wondering how the casino is doing or if anyone decided to come back there to work. You chat for the rest of the day, others looking at you in awe as they’ve never seen Husk open up to anyone.

After a while you get a bit drunk, talking the poor cat’s ear off. He smiles, listening to your stories, commenting on them here and there. After a bit you decide you had enough for the day and that you should get home. Charlie quickly offered you a room for the night, free of charge so you gladly accepted. “Husk go ahead and show them to their room please? I have something important to do!” Charlie yells before running off to who knows where.

Husk sighs but links your arms and walks you to your room. “Don’t forget to drink some water.. You know so you don’t throw up in the morning.” He says and walks off to his own room. You look at his figure disappearing in the dark of the hallway and enter your room. It was spacious and really nice for a hotel in hell.

You lay down in the bed, kicking your shoes off and hum in satisfaction, falling asleep just after a few seconds of resting on the comfortable bed. The next day you wake up, a slight headache but nothing pain killers couldn’t fix. You stretch and go to the bathroom, taking off your clothes and take a quick shower. You saw a new pair of clothes in the bathroom and a little note left by Charlie. You smile and take the clothes, putting them on. It wasn’t anything fancy but you liked it. You put on your shoes and fold your dirty clothes neatly on the bed and decide to head down to the lobby. It was around 9:30 ish when you went out so you hoped someone was awake. You head down and to your surprise see that everyone is awake. “Good morning sleepy head! You sure slept for quite some time!” Alastor chirped and grins at you, waving for you to come over.

You sit down next to Alastor, Charlie and Vaggie making breakfast. “So I saw you talking to Husk last night~” He smirks slightly. You roll your eyes knowing Alastor and Rosie like to gossip, usually during the meeting Carmilla holds once in a while. “Yeah? It was just a friendly chat. Sinner to sinner.” You shrug and sip on the coffe Charlie brought with the breakfast. Alastor raises a brow but shrugs and walks off.

You see the car demon from afar. Already sitting at the counter and drinking booze. You smirk and walk over with your coffee in hand and sit down at the bar; “Ain’t it a bit too soon for you to be drinking?” You tease and eye him and the booze in his hand. He chuckles lowly and smirks; “Once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic darling, it’s just the way it is.” He says and shrugs his shoulders, taking another swing of his booze. “Sleep well? You seemed pretty drunk last night.” He says and eyes your figure. You smile and say; “I’m fine, I handle my alcohol pretty well just a slight headache.” You take the last sip of your coffee and place the mug down.

You look at Husk who seems to be thinking about something before he suddenly speak up; “Maybe we could repeat last night another time? Maybe you could show me what you did with my poor casino?” He teases and smirks. You fake gasp and hold your chest where your sadly dead heart is. “Oh I would bet my soul that my version of the casino is so much better than yours was.”

“We’ll see about that Doll~”

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sassuguru · 1 month

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LEAVE IT TO ME CHER! "wan'ed sum al w/ a black!reader bc i say he luvs dem. 'nd 4 da rqs, 'm gettin' 2 em. js doin' a lot rn," the artist says. the art includes alastor from hazbin hotel, in a pre-established relationship with f!reader. all warnings include headcanons, fluff, doing hair, cooking, domestic stuff, maybe ooc?, hinted aromantic-spec alastor, suggestive lines, human and demon alastor talked abt.

brochure etiquette get notified! other writings!

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starting this off by saying, alastor LOVES you. however, there are parts of him that are flawed, just like in any person. like his ass attempts at communicating, or the cannibalism, or the secrets...but its ok!

you often have to smack sense in him, literally.

HUMAN ALASTOR :

if you were his wife when he was human, he's used to it at this point. your playful smacks to his shoulder, your scolding voice when he says something smart-allack, or the way you'd chew him out for staying in the broadcast studio too late.

"im sorry, cher. i got caught up," he'd sheepishly say while quickly moving to help with the dishes.

he'd try his hardest when helping you with certain stuff like your hair, or when you go outside.

because, whether he admits it or not, his appearance grant's him a bit of privilege you don't have (he gets insane paranoia when you suggest going outside alone)

alastor tries, he really does try to help you with your hair. however, his hair is no where near the pattern yours is, he's never had much of an issue doing his hair because it requires just a brush. if you help him, he'll pretty much learn how to do it if you're too tired.

cooking together is one of his favorite things to do.

its not quite "intimate" but it helps him feel close to you. especially when you try out different recipes and such, he loves it.

( he's the type of guy that would enjoy those cooking scenes where the wife spoons her husband a piece of dinner; if he liked tv that is, demon alastor ofc )

he'd wrap his arms around you while you store the pot. ( maybe he'd press a couple of swift kisses to your neck to semi-distract you from the food )

if he still has them, he'd 100% let you look over his mother's recipes.

whew, when you make the gumbo his mother used to??? he'd like grab a spoon and dip it directly into the pot when you weren't looking to get a taste. of course, he always got caught, but no harm in trying. ( you hit him with a wooden spoon for that once )

he hates having people over.

it's not his cup of tea ( he doesn't like tea lol ), he'd much rather spend time alone with you. if he has pushy friends ( like those in the annoying ass cartoons ), he immediately shuts that down. he fucking hates his boundaries being crossed. even though he crosses boundaries quite a bit.

though, he's only really sensitive about people when you're with him.

( #possessiveofhiswife )

human alastor killed someone for you once. hey, they were crossing your boundaries and pissed him off. of course, his M.O. is more towards criminals, but that man was criminal enough for getting in your space.

alastor was a hard-working man, with some unconventional hobbies on the side. he tried his best to be a good husband, though he's not quite great at communication. but! he tried, even when he was burying your killer.

if you somehow ended up in hell, and was alastor's wife when you were human, or if you met and became his wife now in hell: he treats you the same way. though the possessive nature is bumped up quite a bit.

you can't quite tell if his communication got better or worse.

alastor is a weird case. he's confusing and hard to understand, but that doesn't mean you can't try!

he brings you to the hazbin hotel the second he finds you ( ofc ). charlie's all over you, jumping up and down and shit ( 🙄 ), nifty quite eager to meet you, husk, angel, and vaggie are shocked, though husk is just irritated the same, and lucifer ( if he's there then ), he makes a giant ass deal about it, and will not stfu.

he hopes you enjoy his bayou bedroom lol

when he brings you to cannibal town, you're quite shocked by how nice and civil the citizens are. and omg, when you met rosie?!?

rosie and you became best friends, naturally.

rosie audibly calls out his bad husbanding atp. like bluntly and blatantly embarrassing his ass until he apologizes or something. ( he makes a lot of mistakes, especially now that he's in hell )

you're his little doe ofc. anyone that hurts you may or may not end up as his dinner! if not his dinner, then their screams are being broadcasted throughout the entirety of the Pride Ring.

he still loves cooking with you.

after dealing with the hotel, vox, his contract, his contracted souls, and anything pertaining to the "joys" of the Pride Ring, it helps him wind down.

he loves the new size difference between you.

he was already taller than you when you were human, but now he's fucking SEVEN FEET. he sometimes rests his arm on your head, which is sometimes cushioned by the softness of your afro.

( he also loves playing with your hair. like, just twirling it around his finger )

of course, along with his height comes the threats you'd give him even when he was alive.

"don't play, i can still hit them knees." "and i will target those kneecaps." "i can still jack you up!"

"...yes, dear."

UGH, he loves bending down to kiss you omggg

he finds it cute when you pull on his lapels, collar, or tie to bring him down for a kiss.

he especially love towering over you in bed. like, the way you look so small beneath him has him FERAL. of course, he was always sadistic in his human years, but that sadism only grew when he gained power and control in hell. ( the both of you have size kinks, let's be real )

his nicknames for you : little/my doe, darling, dear, dearest, my love, cher, + literally any french nicknames.

he uses french to be funny and teasing. ( he did it when he was human too )

"Puis-je avoir cette danse, ma chérie ?" He'd say in a funny/goofy tone, simply to make you laugh. your laugh is music to his ears, esp, when he was human he'd do anything to hear it.

"yes, you may this dance, mon beau," you giggle, playing alone with him.

he also loves to use french to fluster you. he enjoys whispering in your ear and watching you jolt and stumble over your words. or that playful and light hit to his chest with your hand.

( he finds it amusing anytime you're flustered or embarrassed )

when ever you manage to make him flustered, he gets all. "oh? is this the game we're playing, mon amour?" *@^/&/

like, his radio cuts out, and it's just a little low whisper???

KEYBOARD SMASH OMG OOTN ot rjsbs sor

(｡>\\<)

anyway, he's more of a teaser than he was when he was human.

like holy shit, he's fine asf oml.

ANYWAY, if you have trouble remembering to take medicine, or when the month to wash your hair is up, or to put on your bonnet, he helps with that.

he doesn't fucking sleep, like at all. so the least he can do is help you get yourself ready for bed.

when i say, oiling your scalp and making sure your curls are moisturized and healthy, literally his jam now.

he can't do complicated styles, but some simple cornrows, plat twists, or anything like that he can do.

( he'd play with your afro but without you noticing )

if you tend to require something to hold to help you sleep. he'd likely give you a giant bear, esp. for valentine's day or something ( which he doesn't fully understand, but if it's for you, he'll get you a gift )

if that won't work some nights, he'll just stay up holding you, waiting until you're fully asleep before even attempting to move.

he NEVER let's you go by angel, he hates the thought of you being influenced by him.

( you're already freaky enough )

he adores when you act a bit motherly towards the staff and guest. insisting nifty take a break so you can clean, or cook dinner. forcing charlie to sit the fuck down for a moment, maybe even massaging her shoulders. ( husk's too stubborn ), or practically running to beat the shit out of valentino when you found out what he did to poor angel.

alastor likes seeing that part of you. it's entertaining, he finds it extremely amusing.

the both of you don't like lucifer, but lucifer wouldn't be able to tell you don't like him because of how nice you are to him.

( keekee loves you )

everytime you pick up a shoe he involuntarily flinches from flashbacks.

those times where he tried to fuck with you and then you hurled a shoe at his head? he ain't try shit again.

it's amusing how much control alastor allows you to have over him, and everyone can tell.

alastor secretly wishes he could have a child with you ( which he intended two when you were alive ), but of course, sinners can't reproduce.

he's still a massive secret-keeper, but, he's also stubborn. there isn't much to do about that.

and finally, he absolutely loves it when you wear things he's bought you. again, his possessiveness. he's silently flipping off everyone that was attracted to you.

oh! and when he first found you in hell, the first fucking thing he did was get matching rings. he was NOT tolerating no wedding rings lol

niewayz, dats da end of da hcs. if i hav more, imma make sum! rqs r open! 'nd taglist linked at da top of da post as 'get notified.'

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jinkiezzsstuff · 2 months

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Zip Zap

Charlie x male!reader

Summary: Targeting the princess was an ambitious thing to do- also stupid especially when you had a heart for the princess and the power to protect her

Warnings: Short ;-; so sorry, attempted sexual assault, restraint with cuffs not consensual or kinky, gross guys intending to do gross things to charlie but never do, MALE READER, reader has lightening powers, could be read platonically or romantically i left it ambiguous, also not proofread! lemme know if i missed anything!

Word count: 1.5k

requested by: @wfig123 i truly hope this is what you wanted, i didn’t want to write anything too graphic! i’ll probably need to brush up a little more on writing action scenes because i was having trouble with it :0 womp womp

You had spent a good amount of time in hell, and a decent amount of sinners knew you, namely because of Vox. You tickled yourself occasionally by using the electrical power you had to fuck with the Vees, especially Vox.

You’d ruin the internet for Velvette by overcharging the nearest towers, you’d often fuck with Val too, purposefully frying his cameras, mic’s and laptops so he couldn’t record. Needless to say you had a bad but close relationship with the Vees.

Half way through the year exterminations close and tensions high, you’d befriended the hazbin hotel creator herself, Charlie. Honestly you adored her, she was bubbly, kind but also had bite, she was quick to apologize and tried her best to genuinely help sinners.

You lingered in the shadows the day she confronted Val with Angel, she of course wasn’t aware of this, neither was Angel to be fair. You knew how Val could be though, he was vindictive and he didn’t like when women made a mockery of him. So you kept your eyes on Val, especially after his run in with Charlie.

For a few weeks you’d be getting a strange feeling, something bad was going to happen and you knew it, you just didn’t know what. Pacing in the lobby of the hotel, lightening would spit out from various parts of your body as you stressed, the lights flickering at the electrical magnet surge you would cause.

As you paced rethinking plans and accounting for everyone in the hotel, Charlie happily skipped up to you, eyeing your tense form and the sizzling lights that spat out and all around you. “Hey are you okay? You’re looking a little uhm…” Charlie trialed off looking to the side as she did, you looked at her and it was evident she didn’t want to be rude, so she was trying to find the right words.

Smiling softly the lightening calmed just slightly fizzling out. “It’s okay Charlie, your allowed to say i look like shit.” You said humorously watching as Charlie’s face twisted into worry shaking her hands rapidly in front of her. “No no no, i didn’t mean that at all! Just, y’know, never seen you so, worked up?”

You hummed at her nodding, you didn’t exactly know what to tell her after all, you had nothing to really worry about, just anxious thoughts and paranoia. “Just some stupid lightening bullshit that comes with being me, that’s all hun. So, what’s up with you anything planned today?” You ask lamely attempting to avoid the silly truth of your stress. Charlie didn’t dwell on your excuse though as she perked up readying to explain the day.

“Yes! Oh M G, i am so excited im going to Rosie’s today and she is willing to endorse the hotel!” Charlie squealed spinning around excitedly. You chuckled warmly at her antics completely relaxed in her presence.

“Need someone to come with?” You asked her hopefully but she unfortunately was quick to reject claiming alastor was accompanying her. Shrugging it off you watched as she said goodbye to Husk and fled through the door at a rapid speed clearly excited to go.

Of course within twenty minutes of her being gone your worries got the best of you. You zapped around from place to place trying to figure out which way Charlie would take, or possibly Alastor. A few blocks away from cannible town you heard the unmistakable shout of a certain princess. With new motivation you practically flew towards the noise heart beating in your ears as you did.

In a tucked away alleyway six men had Charlie restraint with cuffs and wire. You recognized a few of the guys through Val, and you also picked up on the fact the handcuffs happened to be Val’s. Rage flooded your viens as you stalked toward the men, they had Charlie’s coat and polo unbuttoned, her poor mouth gagged.

She had been crying and you could only hope she’d only been here like this a few minutes before you showed up. You walked quiet ominously behind the men, they were too busy poking at Charlie too notice you creep up, lightening cascading around the ally like a force field. As the lightening got brighter and thicker, the men turned finally, but didn’t do anything.

“Hey man, come join this, we got the princess for whatever we want..” One of the demons chuckled beckoning you forward with idiotic trust in you. Then with your wordless command one strobe of lightning strung out violently, attaching itself to the demon like a parasite. The demon shook, screamed and begged for you to stop.

The other me speedily readied themselves to attempt to fight you, so with a smile and the quick flick of your hand, you spread the lightening out like an infection. The violent electric shock stung all of the demons bringing them to the floor paralyzed to the lightening that encased them.

You walked cautiously around their body’s, lightening never ceasing as you did so, and made your way to Charlie who silently wept. Pulling the rag from her mouth, you then moved onto undoing the cuffs around her ankles and wrists. “I’m so sorry i’m so sorry, i’m so scared,” Charlie cried to you, but you hushed her, picking up her body bridal style.

“Hey, it’s okay Charlie, it’s alright. I felt like something was wrong, I knew it. Let’s take a time out some where safe yeah?” Charlie nodded against your chest, burying herself further in your warmth.

On top a tall roof was where you sat Charlie down, inspecting her wounds and gently messaging the marks the cuffs left. “I’m sorry i wasn’t there fast enough.” You say looking into her sad eyes, she smiled weakly at you shaking her head ever so slightly. “No it’s okay, most guys down here wouldn’t have helped. Thank you.” You scoffed lightly, doing up her blouse that the demons undid.

“That’s disgusting no thank yous are required these filthy pigs should know better.” You spat angrily, softly Charlie grabbed your hands tears returning. “They said Valentino sent them, did you- do you think i did the right thing?” Your mouth opened then shut, of course you had the idea it was Val but the confirmation just sets you ablaze.

The lightening around you unwilling returned as you pulled Charlie into an embrace. “You did do the right thing. Don’t ever don’t what a great person you are for standing up to him and standing up for all these sinners. I’m not even gonna ask where horned head was to protect you because Alastor is aloof, but i promise i will always be here to make sure you’re safe.” You promised looking into her eyes to convey your certainty.

Her heavy heart lifted at that, after all it was nice to feel as though she had someone other than Vaggie caring to protect her. “Thank you, also Alastor got distracted by Vox, told me to go on without him. Guess that was part of the plan, huh?”

The lightening snapped and crackled at Charlie’s explanation but you only smiled petting her hair gently. “I’m going to fuck the three of them up those electronic dependant dick holes.” You cursed frutratingly enjoy the bubbles of laughter that escaped Charlie as you did.

After bringing Charlie back to the hotel safely, helping her with setting up a relaxing bath to rub off the filth of the demons, you went out to shut down the entire power grid on the Vee turf, hopefully sending enough of a message to stay away from your favourite princess.

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hiemaldesirae · 19 days

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Ok this is my second attempt at this prompt so the writing is probably not that good but what if Vox and Alastor had their first real fight because of Alastor’s treatment of husk bare with me

Vox goes to the hotel to check it out but when gets there he doesn’t see anyone so he just looks around and as he’s looking around he sees a bar and he sees Husk running the bar. Vox gets really excited about this it’s been so long since he last heard from his old mentor not since his deal with Alastor. Vox goes up to bar to finally talk to Husk but something stops him in his track now that Vox is close enough to get good look at him he notices how different he looked his clothes are scuffed and his hair is a mess not to mention his movement are sloppy like he’s constantly tired. Something’s up with husk and Vox will get to the bottom of it if it’s last thing he’ll do. By the time Vox got to the bar Husk had already prepared him his drink the fact that he still remembered what he liked after all these years filled Vox with a warm feeling. The conversation went on for hours both of them telling stories about the time they spent apart as well as the reminiscing about the moments they shared together it felt good it has been sometime since they had last spoken and it felt like no time passed at all it felt so good that husk forgot to filter what he was saying and he ended making an off hand comment about how Alastor’s been treating him now luckily all of the other hotel residents were already asleep because that would’ve been a disaster if they weren’t but still that doesn’t make this any better Vox has always been one of the last things keeping Alastor together so if he left who knows what would happen. Vox hasn’t said a word everything just went quiet it stayed like that for what felt like hours the silence only breaking when someone arrived right on cue Alastor walks in but before he can even say a word Vox is already dragging him into a random room as Husk watches nervously. Vox is smart he knows not to anger the radio demon he’ll be fine right? That hopeful thinking was immediately trashed when he started hearing yelling growing louder and louder so loud infact that the others were waking up even Lucifer came down to check if anything was wrong they all went to Husk asking if he knew what was going on but Husk was too worried really give them a answer the only thing he’s willing to say is Alastor sparking Lucifer to go on a rant . The fighting lasted for a while before Vox opened the door and storming out followed by Alastor who’s missing his iconic smile instead it being replaced by a scowl. Alastor without his smile is unnatural as creepy as his always smiling face is it’s at least somewhat normal once you get used to it but this was just wrong. No one would dare say word all either too scared are unnerved to say a thing “sooo” all except Lucifer of course “trouble in paradise?”

ough. ruh roh.......... trouble in paradise indeed

this is so good nonny. really. Guys. you have to consider writing these out. or at least detail them more to me... please.... i am but a starving victorian child and this is the last thing i will see before my tragic death at the age of 7 (but you can save me by feeding me more radiostatic morsels)

anyway. ahem. sorry i dont know what just happened i think i got possessed by sir pentious- the idea of vox and al's first real fight after they make up being over his treatment of husk is just. you know what thats so real to me. because like radiostatics general (Canon because if its ME writing ill make sure to make them sappy as shit) dynamic is like, ill treat you like shit and youll treat me like shit but in the end you're mine and im yours and thatll never change- but that only applies to THEM. if vox catches al treating his previous mentor (cough father figure cough) like that it is On Sight because first of all, thats HUSK. thats the guy who taught him like basically everything he knows, almost raised him in hell and on the path to being an overlord- and also, does this mean al would pay more attention to torturing husk than he would to vox? because thats just- unacceptable. honestly. so its just so funny if vox like storms out in a fury and whisks husk away to the vees tower or something and profusely ignores alastor and their dynamic gets reversed all because vox learns about the way al treats his thralls (DESERVED)

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #general asks #radiostatic #dad!husk

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weebnotheree · 7 months

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Lolbit! Reader(M) x Hazbin Hotel || SMALL ONESHOT

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This is a small One shot since Im slow at updating and too impatient to show you......... So I guess it's a trailer??

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So everyone obviously met FFoxy and y/n. They didn't that FFoxy could sing. Y/n and Alastor were talking about killing and some stuff like that. Seeing Y/N laughing with someone else made Foxy jealous. He made a little narrowed his eyes and YK Alastor could feel someone looking at him.

FFoxy pov - & FP pov "Why don't you tell him already." Charlie says. "I don't know what you're talking about." I say while crossing my arms and looking away. "Oh come on it's obvious." Vaggie says while rolling and crossing her arms at the same time. I looked at Vaggie then back at Charlie. Her eyes light up and sparkles "You like y/n!!!" (Why did it remind me of "You like Maddie!" meme) She said all excited. My eyes widened and I blush dark red.

"SHUUUUUU, he might hear you!!" I told her. "Oh! Sorry sorry, I'm just happy for you. You HAVE to tell him. Right Vaggie?!" "Yeah I agree with Charlie. And believe me I've been there." She said reassuring me. "Really?" I asked "Yeah. But that's a story for another time. Right now you need to go tell YN you like him." I blushed again "I-i-..No I can't!!" "And why can't you?" Vaggie said crossing her arms. "Me and y/n are friends.. all we do is kill night guards and scare them.. that's all we'll ever do and that's all we'll ever be..." I said trying so hard to deny my feelings about him.

"Oh! I know! You should sing about him. You know, about how you feel. But we should all sing so no one would be suspicious of us." Charlie said.

"Like a talent show?" Vaggie questions.

"Exactly. A talent show." Charlie said With determination.

"Hey guys, let's do a✨talent show!✨" She announced.

"A what now." Angel said while sucking on another popsicle.

"Yeah no. Talent shows aren't for me. I'll pass." Husk said taking another sip of cheap booze.

"Oh come on it'll be fun." She said trying to get everyone to take part in the show. Eventually she did.

~Time skip~ Some people had already went. Alastor had just finished singing 'Feeling good' by Michael Bublè. They had just found out that Y/N could sing so they begged him. And eventually he gave in.

YN teleported on stage while everyone's attention was on him. He turned into a girl version of himself. Everyone was shocked. Alastor stayed the same but his eyes were a little bit wider with his grin growing. Y/n's body was a little bit slimmer the boy version of himself.

Y/n's eyes turn black white dots shinning bright in the dark.(stage dim lights are there too)

"LoL lol. LoL Lol. I feel so out of place. Please stand by Await your deadly fate."

When Y/N said that Alastor smirk widened.

"Glitching through the system Can't outrun. Better watch your step if not I'll come. I feel so out of place. (LoL)" "Turn out the lights tonight." "I'm getting faded" "A strobe within the shadows,"

Yns head stayed still as his body was floating and twisted around.

"Deep commission, Isolated." "Even though I got a coat of color I never hesitate to come close smother" "You and all your friends,"

Y/N points to a random demon watching. (Yes since it's a talent show you have a big audience) The demon widened, because y/n was seeing right through him.

"That's where I come in." Y/N grinned. "LoL it's time to laugh along with. LoL my friends they call me Lolbit ^^' "I feel so out of place Please stand by Await your deadly fate (LoL)" "Glitching through the system Can't outrun Better watch your step if not I'll come I feel so out of place" Y/N trying not to let his past get to him. So he kept smiling. And turned into his boy self. (LoL) Y/N glitches next to the random demon. The demon jumped at the demon appearing in front of him.

"Your in a dark room Tryn to escape But you got old friends new friends stuck in the way You see an exit sign but it's a dead design The red light screaming that your dead inside." Of course the demon was scared because all eyes were on him. Y/n took his phone.

"Keeping you close to me I take a picture." The demon shoved yn off and ran.

"💢😌Count it up 123 I'm going get ya." "Sneaking up under your skin it will craw Ready to strike in this virtual hall Funtime for me as I'm howling along (Dæd£y ãsthêyçømë)." Y/n's eyes were glitching when he said that. With that Alastor had an evil smirk plastered on his face. (Skip to 49 sec)

"Come get your fix A virtual reality Lolbits an anomaly." While saying he puts his hand on his chest.

"Commonly mistaking for Funtime foxy but he's obviously a wannabe." While saying that, Y/N looks at FFoxy, smirks at him then wink an eye at him. Making him blush. "Wabbly out the knees You wanna see a fix with quality." Y/n glitched Infront of the demon that ran, grabbing his throat, letting his feet dangle. "Me sharping all of my teeth Purple and orange I'm a beast." Y/n forced the demon to look in his eyes. With an evil smirk plastered on his face. "I'll make you believe Chop off your hands and your feet Cut out your tongue you can't speak." The demon was scared out of his mind. So Y/N dropped him and said "I'll put you at peace How bout I make you a deal Give me your hands and it's real." Sign here On the dotted line Then your souls mine what a seal." The demon wanted it to be over, so he quickly signed his first and last name on the shiney golden paper that appeared in front of him. And he thought finally..I'll be left alone.. His body shook so bad and ran out of the hotel. Somewhere far away from the hotel, since he knew Y/N was staying there. All he knew was that he wanted to get as far away as possible from the hotel...... but that's what he thought. Y/N glitched back on stage while glitching back into the girl version of himself.

"LoL it's time to laugh along with LoL my friends they call me Lolbit I feel so out of place Please stand by Await your deadly fate (LoL LoL)." "Glitching through the system Can't outrun Better watch your step If not I'll come I feel so out of place." Y/n's ears went down for at least 5 seconds as his pats just didn't want to get of his head. But quickly raised them back up, smiling before saying "LoL LoL. LoL LoL." ^^ But that didn't go unnoticed by FFoxy and 4 other friends. Y/n turned back to the boy version of himself. Getting off stage for someone else to perform. While the crowd of demons cheered.

It wasn't supposed to be y/n singing TvT it was supposed to be Foxy. But I'm making a part 2 for him cause that's what I was SUPPOSED to do in the first place. See ya later my mini dumplings ( ◜‿◝ )♡ <3

#hazbin hotel #demons #x reader #alastor #angel dust #x male reader #fnaf #oneshot #romance #Youtube

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myrfing · 2 years

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finale arc I'm assuming spoilers for zone 6 and the preceding duties from between zone 5. MAJOR msq spoilers

z1 / z2 / z3 / z4 / z5

- IM HER LITTLE MOGCHAMP

- also uh. everything before that from the last post to now. I think I pulled too fast and urianger skipped his talk text for moen in the aitiascope but that dungeon....papalymo's appearance made wrecked me in an instant

- i am a little sad that livia and ilberd...I just think they've always been shafted by the narrative a bit. i dunno what to think here to be honest. The Guy was funny as hell though they really did give him that second wind they were considering

- and of course. venat.........................screaming crying my old friend

- BRO DON'T CRY IM GONNA FUCKING CRYY

- I know I should not think this way because it is an insane person way of thinking but I'm a little disappointed I did not get my final moments with hydaelyn alone. WHATEVER it's fine again my "loves the scions but is not attached to the scions" disease rears its head

- aww tataru's shop....ALSO BTW TATARU DESUMMON YOUR CARBUNCLE THAT THING HAS BEEN ACROSS THE REALM

- me having mildly indepth thoughts about emmanellain & him being this expac's little side jester clown.

- biggs wedge the ironworks have done EVERYTHING for me already

- ugh my weakness. tail ribbon. the set is beautiful but a little too frou frou for gourd NONETHELESS I will wear it to the end because when else do I wear AFs. also cute ass pld cape but the armor is a little too weirdly shaped thanks to the stupid fucking au ra proportions

- actually (coughing wheezing) these are a little much

- YSHTOLA TAKE ME WITH YOUUU you're the first person i met in the scions so please ferry me to more worlds. also gravely sorry to a certain urianger liker

- DOES AUTOADVANCE KILL PICK OPTIONS NOOO I DIDN TGET TO ANSWER

- i feel like that sad fucked up spongebob. Okay krile i wont

- graha waking up noises Yea Ok Yeagh OKa

- btw is gourd finally getting to retire from the scions SORRY TO SAY THIS IMMEDIATELY AFTER YOUR HEARTFELT SPEECH BUT I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT GOOD GOD IVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG

- alpha and omega....I WILL TELL YOU IF I SEE YOUR STAR and i am absolutely cheered up

- bro we did absolutely vilify and suppress the tribes this was naht earned. but it's nice to see their faiths be protectors and shit for once instead of Monster To Kill

- im fucjing laughiinggg at alphinaud's order to launch. also seeing the ship take off was cool. primal fuel gfuel

- By The Fury

- Uh Oh THancr

- WAIT. DRAGON. OMEGA WERE YOU HERE? THE PATTERSN ON THE FLOOR ALSO?

- this place's ambiance is the embodiment of "looking up at the stars"

- ok now that this is definitely the place IM SO FUCKING CRAYXSYSDABFBAYUFAIFHSAGSIGIUAGISAHGUIAGEGURIOGWG FUCKKK

- oh these dragons...somewhere your kind still yet live my bone husk ghost shell friends

- um. boss you killed a child

- lots of wol ):| face here

- estinien literally exists to give dragons somewhat crude pep talks now

- oh my god is the music being added to with each sacrifice or am i crazy

- i cannot fucking believe they are letting me see pieces of the dead worlds meteion spoke of like I cannot express how absolutely stunning and enthralling this is I did not expect that

- with that in mind I am wicked for using this mount here. sorry about falling in love with the megaweapon that obliterated your world

- also the nihilistic cum dudes are cute.

- urianger you dont mean to tell us you're the most suicidal of us in the group right now and thus. okay

- the heat death of the universe is literally okay my guys just make a sandwich. also i feel like them boiling down yshtola to a seeker of knowledge while not mentioning nor giving her an opportunity to speak aloud how she does everything she does out of love is kind of a shame

- also. this is the only place where gourd looks good in cutscenes LMFAOFOAA. he is looking cute in the dead world!

- OMEGA'S HOME

- YOU'RE TELLING ME I CANT FUCK OMEGA?

- i cant believe it. the sidequest where you try to matchmake 2 omicrons and the explode. i had to delete the pic because of the stupid 10 img limit

- im not expressing this properly but I could pretty much die from the adoration. now we kind of have a voice for omega?

- UGHHH HOW CAN THEY DO THE SAME EXACT SHIT OF "THIS ROBOT IS STARTING TO UNDERSTAND BEAUTY AND LIFE" AND IT STILL GETS ME THE SAME WAY. also the graha parallel between the subject of the tree and him I could fucking keel over

- NOO THE GRAHA TOWER BACK SHOT

- graha. anything for you

- ohhh godd Since i woke the tears wont stop fallign

- graha I love you omega I love you.

- the whole fucking thing of each one of them giving their answers to their deepest despairs with love and hope w/e I get it I'm a cornball and I will forever be one

- "the last one to remain" FUCKKKK it hits so hard for gourd lore and.

- you stupid kids stop worrying about ME he'll be fine you're the ones dissipating into aether

- hades not gonna lie im zoning out you're kind of ruining the moment for my ass

- not that i even hate him & his arc has been very good in ew it's just. dude. sorry

- the flowers ruled however i'm good now. hey guys

- nvm. no they aint get out of here

- OH NOW YOU'RE TALKING TO ME ABOUT ALL THE PLACES I WANT TO GO THAT I'VE LOOKED AT MYSELF AND MARKED OVER ON THE MF MAP YEAH I GET IT GET OUT OF HERE DUDE YOU BLEW UP LIKE HALF THE SHARDS WITH EVEN MORE SHIT I'LL GET YOU

- hold up hythlodaeus im busy being stuck up you cannot drop that l pray we meet again in another life shit on me and make me feel like 8 emotions at once

- also I neglected to say this because I was busy rp walking but the walk sequence eviscerated everything that I am

- UGH GOD NOW IT'S GONNA BE ALL LIKE "omg im travelling just like e-s wanted me to" AUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGH I WAS JUST STARTING TO LIKE HIM

- im glad they said "the future you seek is not the past we loved. That is why we fought. And why I lost" though I dont know that gives me closure about many of the thoughts I had about the ascians in general

- my god. after 5 or some nebulous amount of days I'm here

- im sorry alphinaud i will continue to be judgmental until I die but nor do I think it is exclusive to understanding or connecting to these stories

- YAAAY YSHTOLA VALIDATING ANOTHER OLD THING I KEPT SCREAMING ABOUT WITH HER TALK TEXT

- this dungeon is the coolest fucking thing on earth

- THE NECROSIS DEBUFF IS THE COOLEST SHIT EVER? I KNOW IT'S JUST A DOOM BUT OK HEARTBEATS EXCITE ME

- bro america

- im having my are you fucking kidding me moment in the game where im just astounded laughing

- ok the paradise one is. FOR THEEEEEE RECORD THE WHOLE DUNGEON IS VERY COOL AND ME SAYING THIS DOESNT MEAN A THING ABOUT HOW COOL I THINK IT WAS but i wonder if that's implying...that...the calamities were good for hydaelyn/etheirys because they essentially reset progress lmfao.

- god after I was like I will NEVERRR let graha tank for me because he's my senior cat bones.

- but I love the wol so much. it's stupid

- she hit gourd with her huge balls and now is threatening to give him erectile dysfunction so much so wrong

- oh right zenos LOOOLLL what you got for me dude <- forgot even though I was like that slow clank clank up the steps is totally zenos

- THIS IS SO FUNNYYYYY OKAY....

- oh my god I did NOT expect to 1st pull that but we had other ressers. the whole difference. that is the first time in a long time that i've straight up lost my gcd roll for a protracted time trying to not die in a normal trial

- im gonna cry man the wol is such a warm person.

- "you only need wish to see them again" sort of stuff going in for the 278328392th kill I see

- also I just want to say that like the entire. time. gourd's philosophy had a bit like "if I die someone stronger will grow in my place" and that's FLAWED of course but the whole idea of the. Everything i. <-speachless

- tabbing out at zenos LMFAOAOOAOA

- clever of them to use gamer zenos to pose the 4th wall dancing question

- bro I always wanted to kill you you did not need to spend all that time moping I would have given you exactly what you wanted for my sake

- it is SOOOO funny picking the angry option because gourd would not care about his questions. good god anger gourd

- ok I was about to roll my eyes because the fight was boring and slow on sch and I was like omfg do we have to chew through 5+ lives of this but the dropping the weapons and just beating each other to death is absolutely one of the best things to have ever come out of this whole narrative thread. also gourd you can heal yourself wtf

- gourd looks like the knife cat when he's sheepish. hi scions love you a lot please don't look at me

- i like to think the people back on hydaelyn/etheriys (IM STILL GOING TO CALL IT HYDAELYN WTF) were just bbqing waiting for everyone's return

- im going to miss you so much hydaelyn wtf. i'm forever hers

- YES GOURD SCIONLESS SORRY THIS SOUNDS HEARTLESS AFTER ALL THAT BUT FINALLY

- ephemie's continuing her travels ougfhhh!! and the roe sibs are going home for a bit...AUGHH F'LHAMINN I WILL. i miss minfilia i really wish we got to be better friends with her and that she could have been there at the end

- ALIANNE AND ISILDAURE I CANT EVEN SAY HOW GLAD I AM THEY MADE IT TO THE END THEYRE THE OG GRANPDA AND GRANDAUGHTER DUO and they're going to the hot springs with homei this rules

- riol come adventure with me a while he ha. and v'mah where is that hyur boy of yours. also im kind of disappointed for real arenvald isnt here i know role quests but that doesnt mean he couldnt have. w/e he's my favorite scion

- AENOR LMFAOOOOOOOOO NOT TO BE VULGAR BUT THAT'S WHAT [redacted]

- hoary and coultenet...will you both b off to corvos. take me with you

- ohhhhh <- emotional

- OK SO THATS WHERE THE BALDESION THING WAS GOING GL GRAHA KRILE! i wish to join you for that, too

- graha I will ALWAYS ALWAYS want you with me

- obviously i dont get to decide this but the twins do not need to feel guilt over what happened. and i mean it is natural to but the whole shit is like. man

- went into the solar for the last time....argh okay. im already missing it

- YES YES YES YES YES ARGOS AND VENAT MINION ALL I WANTED

- ELDIIB

#6.0 spoilers #endwalker spoilers #double tagging just in case lol

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comphersjost · 4 years

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All for You | 2 ➸ Brady Tkachuk and Matthew Tkachuk

hi, its 3 am, and i couldnt stop until i finished this. ik i promised yall another part on thursday so im sorry this is later then i was hoping. i hope you enjoy it :) i took a different approach to brady here than ive normally seen, let me know how you guys like it!!

It’s been 4 and a half months since that day in the basement. With Christmas just days away and Matty on a flight back home, you and Brady take a risk, leaving Matt to wonder where he went wrong.

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warnings: this is really angsty yall, like actually, smut, sir kink, brady is Mean, uh moral ambiguity sorta (thinking abt someone else during sex), d/s undertones sorta, unprotected sex (be safe), oral (m on f), some choking, alcohol (wine), sex under the influence, pls ignore any typos fkakldfa

part one

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part three

part four

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Even with how utterly fucked the situation was that Matt had found himself in, there was one thing he couldn't stop thinking about. It was the way his logo and his last name and his number rested against your back that drove him insane.

It was burned into his retinas.

Even now, on a plane back home to St. Louis it was all he could think about. Every time he closed his eyes it was you you you.

It had been months since he had seen you. Nearly 5 months had passed since that night in the basement. And it killed him.

He was in a slump. Everyone knew it. He knew it, his teammates knew it, the damn front office knew it. And it was because of you.

His teammates had quickly put together your absence at any sort of gathering and Matty’s sulking. 4 and a half months later he resembles a shell of the man he used to be.

He had called, of course he had. Over and over, hoping, pleading, praying to any deity that existed out there to hear from you again.

Matthew’s prayer was answered one day, when he had come out of practice to find a text from you. His heart rate accelerated, time felt like molasses as his phone camera ID’d his face. As the facial recognition unlocks his phone, the message is revealed.

Please stop calling me. And tell the boys to stop too.

The text tears his heart to shreds. It was the last straw. Before he had been mopey, but now - now he was spiraling. His play was abysmal - a shit show on the ice really. He drank until he blacked out every time, not even looking at another girl.

He had contemplated going to your work, but decided a player in the middle of a slump having a restraining order filed against him would not go over well with the Flames management. Every time he went out for the most mundane task, groceries, dry cleaning, he couldn’t help the hope that he would run into you. Even if you didn’t give him the time of day it would be enough for him to just see you.

He hadn’t seen you since that day. Not for lack of trying, though. Matthew had been to all the spots you used to frequent—the grocery store you love, the clubs you two used to go to, even the 7/11 you had both been to after the both of you got so drunk that you could barely walk. You weren’t on the flight you had booked back together. In fact, he had no idea about anything that’s been going on in your life, his mom just told him that you’re okay and that was all he got.

Now it was 3 days before Christmas and the idea of seeing you again both filled him with dread and also made him feel more alive than he had in months. He was equally utterly terrified and buzzing with excitement. His hands itched to hold you again, though he knew there was a bigger chance of you slapping him than letting him kiss you the way he wanted.

As Matt stares out the window at the clouds, he lets his mind wander. He wonders how you're doing; are you okay? After everything that happened did you pick up right where you left off? He wondered if you missed him, if he was on your mind as much as you were on his.

He still wondered if you loved him back.

“Mom, I really just, I really want to stay home and do nothing tonight okay? I'm tired.”

Your mom rolls her eyes at your attempt at getting out of going over to Tkachuk’s house tonight. You’d been trying since 9 am.

“Honey, I know you said you and Matthew don’t hang out anymore, but he won't be there!” she tried reassuring you, “Brady and Taryn will be there to hang out with you until Taryn goes to spend the night with the Johnson’s.” That made you groan even louder - you had to be alone with Brady. Great, now you had to steel yourself for a night of utter humiliation.

Brady isn't even downstairs yet when you enter the Tkachuk’s threshold, Chantal’s call for her kids brings Taryn down in an instant, ever excited to see you.

“Y/N!” she squeals, running down the stairs, “You're here, you're here!”

“Y/N?” you hear faintly, and then the slam of Brady’s door and rapid footsteps. He nearly slides down the stairs, freezing at the bottom when he spots you. Taryn lets you out of her embrace, leaving you to stare wide-eyed at Brady. Unsure how to navigate your way out of this situation, you keep staring at Brady as your parents and Taryn follow Chantal to the kitchen.

“Hi, B,” you say meekly, unsure of how he’ll receive you after so long.

“Hi, buttercup,” he responds, a bright smile pulling at his lips. It’s all he needs to take a few quick steps in your direction and draw you into his arms.

“I missed you so much, buttercup,” he whispers against your hairline, “More than you know.”

Despite his warm welcome, the night is tense. You still don't know what he thinks of that night, not wanting to ask him in front of your families - well, most of your families anyways. You didn't even let yourself think about what would happen when you saw Matthew at the next dinner party. You sat at the table and ate your food, barely speaking to Taryn and answering Keith and Chantal’s inquiries about your life in Calgary with a tight smile.

You’re so zoned out trying to make time go faster you barely register your parents telling you that they’re going out with Keith and Chantal.

“Mom, wait-”

“Y/N,” she warns, looking at you with that look, and you sigh in resignation. She smiles at you, a silent promise to make it up to you.

Taryn had left 30 minutes ago, announcing that she had somewhere to be before leaving as quickly as she could, uncomfortable with the palpable tension between you and Brady.

You watch your parents leave, wincing for a moment at what awaits you when you turn around. To your surprise, what greets you is a glass of wine hovering in front of your face.

You take the peace offering gingerly from Brady’s hand with a tiny smile. And it’s a really bad idea, the way you let him keep refilling your glass, and his own, let him draw you in during The Grinch on the couch, let him hold you tight under the blanket that was covering the both of you.

You can hear your common sense screaming in the back of your mind when you snuggle closer into Brady’s chest. It’s near 11 now, and your parents are still together, laughing and drinking in the living room of your house before Keith and Chantal are supposed to head to the airport. You're cuddled up to Brady, shifting every few minutes to try and get closer, even though nearly every inch of your body is practically glued to him.

He hums when you shift again, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “Gotta go home,” you say, your voice muffled against him. It’s not like you haven't spent the night with him before; you just haven't since that night.

“Probably,” he mumbles, arms tightening around you. “But I don't want you to.” And like, you've had way too much wine and you should probably go before Matty gets here cause you really can't handle that conversation like this so you push off of Brady, standing up but stumbling, wine sloshing over the lip of the glass and splattering on your pants.

“Fuck,” you hiss, the red wine surely staining the gray leggings you wore. Brady takes the glass from you, placing it on the table and stabilizing you with his other hand.

“Go change upstairs,” he says softly, looking up at you with those eyes you're such a sucker for. “Stay.”

And - how can you say no to that? You can't, because it's Brady and you're so damn easy for him it didn't matter what he’d asked you to do, you would do it without a second thought.

That's how you find yourself stumbling to Brady’s bedroom, barely finding your way to his bathroom to change out of your stained leggings and wipe yourself down. You rummage through Brady’s dresser, searching for - there it was. A pair of Brady’s sweatpants from high school that he stopped wearing approximately 2 months after he got them [mostly because he couldn't find them (mostly mostly because they were either in your room or on your body)].

You place the worn sweats on top of Brady’s dresser, fumbling to close the drawer and find your balance. Someone clears their throat and your head snaps towards the doorway. Brady is leaning against the doorframe and through the fuzziness of the wine, you register the thought that he looks so good like this - in his comfort zone.

“Hey,” he says, pushing off the doorframe towards you.

“Hi,” you whisper back, eyes too focused on Brady moving towards you.

“We should give it a shot,” Brady husks, hooded eyes trailing down your body and back up again. Suddenly the room feels too cold, the oversized sweater you had on stopped at the top of your thighs, barely covering the pale pink panties you were wearing. The sweater paws gave an air of innocence around you that Brady knew was fake.

“What are you talking about?” you whisper meekly, both concerned about what was going on in that head of his, and intrigued.

“You know how you feel about me,” Brady states - which isn't entirely true anymore, but you don’t interrupt. “I don’t know how I feel about you, and neither of us actually knows if this-” he motions between the two of you “-is it for us, so I say, we give it a shot and see how it feels. Let’s give it until we go back?”

When did he get so close to you? Brady’s taking more steps forward, and you’re taking as many steps back, until the back of your thighs hit the corner of the bed and you instinctively sit.

Which - in retrospect, was probably a mistake, because now Brady towers over you even more than before and now - you’re really intrigued. His fingers trail over your jaw, thumb swiping gently across your bottom lip.

You part your lips out of habit, eyes widen when you realize what you’ve done. Brady laughs darkly when he catches your slip up, stroking your face affectionately.

His thumb slips between your lips for a moment, and your eyes flutter shut as your cheeks hollow around him.

“Look at me,” he commands softly, and you do, opening your eyes to stare up at him again; Brady, your best friend. He smiles proudly, murmuring a soft, “Good girl.”

The words are uttered at the same time he withdraws from your warm mouth, wrapping his fingers gently around your throat. You can’t help the whine that escapes, mortified when Brady’s grin widens.

He leans down, mouth next to your ear to whisper, “Matty always did like it when they’re needy. Needy girls drive us crazy.”

Really, the thought of Matt shouldn’t be driving you crazy, but it is. And when you feel Brady’s nose nudge against yours, his mouth just millimeters from you - your biggest fantasy for nearly 20 years - you knew you were going to hell.

A needy moan escapes your throat before Brady’s hand tightens around your throat and you give in, looping your arms around his neck. You pull him down to meet your lips, nearly clawing at him in your desperation.

Faintly, you think that this is a bad idea, this would only hurt you more later on.

But the longer you kissed him, the less you cared about the consequences. You wanted - you needed Brady so fucking bad right now you were willing to deal with whatever the aftermath presented you with. Brady’s other hand finds the bottom of your sweater, slipping underneath the fabric to lay against your rib cage.

You needed more.

“Brady,” you whine as you break away from his lips, tugging at his hoodie. “Need you.” Brady chuckles darkly, tugging you by your throat to kiss him again.

“Ask nicely,” he husks against your mouth.

“Please,” you whimper again, pulling harder at the fabric to just get him closer. “Please, Brady, I need you so bad.”

“Try again.” Brady pushes you - nearly tosses you really - further up the bed with a snarl, ignoring the yelp you let out at the suddenness of his mood shift. You stare up at him, eyes wide and lips parted. You're unsure of your next words.

“Please…Daddy?”

A cocky smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. “Not quite.”

You think for a moment, watching him bring his hand behind his back and pull his shirt over his head. The dark look he gives you makes you shrink, as if to say ‘Still?’.

Suddenly your eyes light up, and Brady can see it. He's already on the bed, crawling up your body as you attempt to control your breath. The words are barely out before he's kissing you again.

“Please sir?”

Brady groans into your mouth when he hears you say the words, slotting himself between your thighs to grind his hips against yours. You mewl into his mouth when his clothed cock catches against your clit, pushing your hips up against him for more. He growls as he pulls away again, swatting your thigh as a warning.

“Careful, princess,” Brady warns - voice low and dangerous - and his grip on your hip so tight you knew there would be bruises in the morning, “or I won't be.” His words are thick with intention, both a threat and a promise.

“Yes, sir,” you breathe shakily, letting yourself fall against the sheets to look up at him.

Brady’s eyes soften for a moment, reaching up to brush your hair out of your eyes. “Hi,” he whispers, leaning down to steal a kiss.

“Hi,” comes your response. He steals another kiss before pulling away again, and you can't help but think that he looks beautiful like this.

I love you. I'm in love with you.

You want to say it, the voice inside you is screaming it. It’s screaming for you to say it, and Brady is looking at you almost like he wants you to too.

The feeling of his hands pushing your sweater up distracts you from your plight. Brady’s movement is slow, and he’s looking at you intensely, giving you time to stop him. You only nod, and the softness is gone as soon as it had come. You lift your arms to help him bring the material over your head. He tosses the sweater to the side, catching your wrists when you reach for him. He guides them back over your head, smirking as you suppress a shudder when he leans in a whispers against your mouth. “Be a good girl and keep your hands there princess.”

You nod quickly, grasping the sheets in anticipation. Another slap to your thigh has you rethinking.

“I’m sorry!” you gasp. “Yes, sir.”

Brady hums in acknowledgment, kissing down your throat until he’s staring up at you from the valley between your breasts. You whine softly when he pulls a nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the harden peak before soothing it with his tongue. His hand is pinching and pulling at your other nipple, making your noises significantly louder. He alternates, playing with your nipples until they're swollen and sensitive and sore.

He sits back on his heels to look at you, hands on your knees now, sliding up your thighs. His eyes roam your body unabashedly, while his fingers play with the waistband of your panties. There's a burning look in his eyes as he says, “You're gorgeous. You're so fucking beautiful.”

You don't know why hearing him say it makes you tear up. Brady had told you that you were pretty before, that you cleaned up nice, always telling you how hot you were when he'd see you dressed up before events. He was your own personal hype man but he'd never called you beautiful.

Not like this.

Not like Matty.

The thought makes your blood run cold.

“Please,” you mewl, starting to reach for Brady before remembering what he told you. Your hands fly back above your head, twisting in the sheets, whispering, “I’m sorry, sir, I forgot.”

Brady smiles softly, slipping his finger under the waistband of your panties, tugging on it before letting it snap back against your skin. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss softly at your stomach. “Trying so hard to be good for me.” He shuffles himself backwards as he kisses his way down your body, sliding your panties down your legs at the same time until they've fallen to the floor.

“Wait,” you say softly, causing Brady to pause, his expression quizzical. “Please, I need you.”

Brady grins wickedly. “Just a taste princess.”

It turns out, ‘a taste’ actually means Brady edging you with his tongue until you were nearly crying. He's brought you to the brink three times now, each time getting you closer and closer before pulling away. At this point he's holding your hips down and your hands are as tangled in the sheets as you could get them, not wanting the repercussions of disobeying.

Brady’s tongue is sliding through your folds again when you finally break.

“Please!” you sob, tears finally sliding down your cheeks as your back arches from the pleasure. “Please, Brady, please, sir, please please, I- I need - please just - fuck - please.”

Brady hums against your cunt, the vibrations tearing a scream from your throat. Suddenly the warmth of Brady’s mouth is gone, leaving you chasing him with a buck of your hips. He pins you back down again easily, his lips glistening as he smirks. You hate the way the sleazy look on his face does it for you.

It reminds you of Matt.

You whine again, wiggling your hips as much as you could in Brady’s grip. “Please just fuck me,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut. You feel his lips press against your hip, smiling against your skin.

“Anything my girl wants, she gets,” he murmurs against your skin.

My girl. The words echo over and over again in your head. My girl my girl my girl.

Two words you've been waiting years to hear come out of his mouth, and the only thing you could think of was how you liked it better when Matty said it.

Your eyes stay shut as Brady kisses up your body, fingertips dancing over your skin. His mouth finds yours, emptying your brain of all other thoughts but him.

“You ready for me, pretty girl?” he asks you, a hand coming up to stroke your cheek gently, wiping your tears away. Your eyes flutter open, to look at him, nodding as you bite your lip. His thumb tugs your lip out from between your teeth as you feel the tip of his dick brush against your thigh. You didn't even realize that he had taken off the rest of his clothes, but you weren't complaining. Not with him so close like this.

“Please,” you whimper, and after stealing another kiss, Brady sinks into your heat.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, gripping the back of your thigh to spread your legs even further. “You're so fucking tight, fuck you feel so good.” Once he’s bottomed out, Brady leans down to kiss you, swallowing your desperate noises.

He gives you little time to adjust, and really - you don't need it considering the way he tortured you with his mouth and fingers. You're whining into his mouth as his hips move against you, the drag off his cock inside you so fucking good after being denied like you were.

You're close already, and Brady knows, delivering sharp thrusts and hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars.

He finally breaks from your lips, breathing heavily as his hips slam into your cunt. “I'm so close,” you tell him, gripping the sheets above your head so hard you feel like you might rip them. “Please, please let me cum, sir, please.”

It seems like Brady finally thinks you've had enough torture, because he brings his hand from your thigh to your clit, rubbing quick tight circles. “You've been so good for me baby,” he grunts, his other hand holding him up so he can look down at you. “Come on baby, you can touch me now, come on princess, cum for me.”

That's all it takes to send you over the edge. Your hands come flying from above your head to grasp at Brady, his shoulders, his back, tangling in his hair, anything to just touch him. You cry out as your orgasm hits, your back arching under Brady as he relentlessly fucks you through it.

You faintly register Brady’s filthy encouragement in your ears, telling you how good you are for doing what he says, for not touching him this whole time, for cumming for him like this. You writhe against him as you feel him spill into you, grunting as he fucks into you, chasing his orgams with shallow, sloppy thrusts. It feels like you've been riding your high forever; your vision is blurry when you finally come down.

Brady’s breath is hot on your neck, his hands stroking your skin gently as the two of you catch your breath. He shushes you gently as you moan when he pulls out of you. Brady practically collapses next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging you into his chest. He peppers kisses across your skin, nudging his nose against your cheek to grab your attention.

You can barely turn your head, suddenly so tired you feel like you'll pass out right that second. “Hi,” he murmurs, kissing you gently. You hum and bury your face in his neck.

“‘M sleepy,” you mumble against his skin, eliciting a soft laugh from him.

“Then sleep,” he says, before smirking devilishly, “don't worry there's lots more where that came from, but in the morning.” You snort at his words, squeezing the back of his neck before burying your fingers in his curls.

“Night, B,” you mumble.

“Goodnight, buttercup.”

Matthew was going to kill his brother. He was going to straight up murder him. On top of not being there to pick him up from the airport, he also didn't answer any texts or calls from Matt.

So yeah, when Matthew got home, he was going to kill Brady. When the Uber finally pulls up in front of him, Matthew is nearly halfway done with his plan to get away with it.

He fiddles with his phone as the driver pulls away from the curb, scanning the random notifications that he had popped up when he got off the plane. It's when he opens up Instagram that he really pays attention, the 3 stories in a row at the top of his feed catching his eye.

Taryn’s, yours, and Brady’s. Against his better judgement, he taps Taryn’s magenta-rimmed profile picture. The story takes a moment to load, but when it does, he sees a picture of you in front of the Tkachuk’s Christmas tree. You had your arms out in a ‘ta-da’ fashion, the fingers barely poking out through the sleeves of your sweater. Taryn’s caption reads “didn’t need an angel for the tree cause we already got @y/n/y/l/n”. He can't help but smile fondly, so distracted by how cute you look that he just stares at you until the time is up - but not before pressing on the screen so he could screenshot the photo.

Your first story was a repost of Taryn’s, a simple white heart emoji in the bottom corner. The second was a shot of the TV in the Tkachuk’s living room displaying the Grinch’s title. The caption reads “heart grows two sizes bigger when i’m home :)”. The location is tagged as St. Louis, with Taryn and Brady tagged in the corner of the photo. The third post makes his blood run cold, it's a video of you and Brady, your back against his chest as you lay on the couch, the caption the cross-eyed emoji and Brady’s handle. Brady is facing away from the camera in the beginning of the video, your eyebrows raised as you wait for him to notice. When he does he laughs and reaches for your phone. The video cuts off there.

Matthew taps the left side of his screen to replay it, an unpleasant feeling twisting in his gut. He doesn't want to watch Brady’s story, but he taps the right side of his screen anyways. It's a photo of you on the couch, one knee pulled up to your chest with the other in Brady’s lap, and a glass of wine in your hand. Your hair is piled into a messy bun on top of your head as you wink at the camera and make a peace sign with your free hand, tongue peaking out of the corner of your mouth.

Matt screenshots the picture.

He’s angry; angry because his brother left him stranded at the airport. Angry because he said he hadn't spoken to you either, that you didn't answer any of his texts and calls since that night. He's angry because Brady managed to get you back, and Matt didn't.

Matty’s angry because he loves you, and he's pretty sure you still love Brady.

When the car finally pulls up to the house, he’s almost relieved. He notes that the lights are off downstairs as he lets himself in, pausing when he sees your shoes still by the door. The glow of the TV is visible in the living room, and as Matt pads towards it, the uneasy feeling grows.

There's two partially filled glasses of wine on the coffee table, as well as yours and Brady’s phones. He taps on Brady’s phone, revealing the unread texts and unanswered calls from Matt, as well as an unread text from Chantal, telling Brady that he would have to be the one to pick up Matty from the airport.

The pit in Matt’s stomach only deepens as he climbs the stairs, duffle bag in hand. He goes slowly, trying to prolong his inevitable heartbreak, but it doesn't change what he sees at the top.

Brady’s bedroom door is half open, the light from the hallway streaming in.

Matthew knows it's a bad idea when he takes one, two, three steps and he's in front of Brady’s door. He takes a deep breath and pokes his head inside the room. The sight nearly knocks the wind out of him.

You're tucked under Brady’s arm, your nose squished against his cheek and your hand curled around his neck. He can see the bare skin of your back and stomach pressed against Brady’s bare torso. A blanket covers the both of you from the waist down. Brady’s hair is a mess, and so is yours, and suddenly Matt feels nauseous.

He feels like he would do anything - anything - to make the feeling in his chest go away. It feels like pressure, too much pressure, in his chest, and he nearly clutches his heart. The blood is rushing in his ears, he can't breathe, he feels dizzy.

Why does it hurt so much?

Before he can think it through he’s stumbling to his room. He kicks the door shut behind him, tossing the duffle back on the floor near his bed. His hands are reaching for the backpack on his shoulders and pulling out his laptop before it even hits the ground. He doesn't even sit, placing the laptop on his bed and bending down to type into the search bar.

He barely pays attention to the final amount when he hits “confirm” - he has more money than he knows what to do with anyways. The moment it’s done he sighs, watching the Gmail notification light up on his phone.

“Flight Confirmation, December 23rd, 2020 11:25 pm

St. Louis, Missouri to Calgary, Canada”

#hehe #matthew tkachuk #brady tkachuk #calgary flames #ottawa senators #nhl imagine #hockey #smut #matthew tkachuk imagine #brady tkachuk imagine #angst #all for you series

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gidleboo · 4 years

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Possessive

an imagine where Shuhua is being possessive over you.

requested by: anon

Word Count : 1,167

warning: Flogging

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"Isn't your outfit a little too revealing?" Shuhua asked with a slight frown, her eyes darting up and down your legs as you approached her table to sit down on the seat in front of her. You wore a sleeveless dress that stopped a few inches above your knees.

"You don't like it?" You fake pouted and Shuhua groaned, "You know that's not what I meant! I repeatedly told you to not– just whatever, nevermind," Shuhua sighed in annoyance as she looked around uncomfortably.

You laughed at her unknowingly as you motioned to one of the workers that you two were ready to order and much to Shuhua's discomfort, a male approaches your table.

Shuhua held a stern expression while you stated your order as she observed the waiter's eyes. And then she caught him; his gaze shamelessly travelled down to your chest before stopping at your legs, not even trying to hide the fact that he bit his lip.

Shuhua clenched her fists and slammed the table before abruptly standing up from her seat, surprising both you and the waiter. Shuhua stood in between you and the guy and grabbed onto your arm, "Let's go, were ordering take out," Shuhua said sternly. You sat, confused, by the sudden attitude as you pulled your arm back, "What? Why? I thought–"

"Am I going to have to repeat myself?" Shuhua snapped, her bitchy side showing. Knowing that it was best to just follow her, you pursed your lips and stood up from your seat. Shuhua grabbed a hold of your hand and shot the waiter a dirty look before bumping him harshly on the way out.

You kept quiet and allowed Shuhua to drag you along, feeling concerned about her sudden small outburst before Shuhua raised her hand and motioned for a cab. "What about take out?" You asked, only to be ignored by your girlfriend as she opened the back door of the cab, forcing you in.

Shuhua hopped in after you and closed the door as she stated the address home to the driver. Shuhua placed her bag to cover your lap as she sat close to you, her arms crossed. You glance over at Shuhua and found her staring straight ahead, a scowl present in her face.

. . . . .

"Shuhua what... the hell has gotten into you," you moaned as Shuhua ripped your dress off, placing open mouth kisses all over your neck down to your chest, red marks starting to form due to how sensitive your skin was.

"That guy from the restaurant," Shuhua started as she breathed in between her kisses as she unhooked your bra, "Was pissing me off," Shuhua hissed, wrapping her hand around your throat and you let out a whimper.

"How dare he look at you like that," Shuhua spat as her lips latched onto your hardened bud and you gasp, feeling Shuhua's teeth grazing your nipple. Shuhua pulled back and stood up straight, meeting you eye to eye as she leaned on your forehead, her grip tightening around your neck as she spoke in a low voice, "Only I should be giving you looks like that."

Shuhua let go of your neck, finally letting you breathe as she carried you over to the bed, throwing you onto the mattress. "You'll be recieving a punishment for wearing that dress when I specifically told you not to wear anything that would reveal too much skin," Shuhua said, completely slipping into dominant head space.

You gulped and waited in both anticipation and excitement. Okay, you may or may not have decided to wear that dress to see how Shuhua will react and you did or did not expect her to go this far.

Shuhua pulled down your panties, discarding it as she dragged her red leather flog to the top of your back and down your ass. You moaned as you wriggled around, feeling ticklish. "If I hear you make a sound, we'll start back at one. Now start counting," Shuhua flogged your back harshly, the electrifying pain spreading throughout your body as you stopped yourself from crying out in pain as you counted, "One."

. . . . .

You silently let out painful sobs and cries, tears flowing down your puffy eyes as you chocked out, "Nine..teen..." Shuhua felt herself almost act out of character at the sight of your weakened state, wanting to hug you tightly and apologize wholeheartedly, but she kept her composure as she landed the final hit on your back.

You let out a silent cry, more tears spilling out of your eyes as you count with difficulty, "Twen...ty." Shuhua immediately placed her leather flog back onto her drawer as she peppered your back with comforting kisses, caressing the sore skin gently. "Good job, babygirl. You did so well," Shuhua whispered, her hands caressing your waist.

You whimpered and moaned as Shuhua's kisses trailed downwards, stopping right above your ass as she spread your ass cheeks with her hands. "I think you deserve a reward for being so behaved," Shuhua cooed her tongue sliding over your surprisingly soaked pussy.

You let out a breathy moan, your face buried into the mattress as you clenched the sheets. "Only I can bring you this kind of pleasure," Shuhua husked with pride as she continued stimulating your pussy with her tongue, your moans growing louder.

Shuhua flipped you over, forgetting the soreness she dealt onto your back as you hissed in pain. However, all was forgotten as Shuhua latched her lips onto your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud and you cried out from pleasure, your legs closing around her head instinctively.

Shuhua didn't mind as she continued flickering her tongue onto your clit, Shuhua's finger inserting themself and immediately curling inside of you. Your load moans filled the entire room as your hand grabbed onto Shuhua's hair.

"Who do you belong to?" Shuhua looked up at you with hooded eyes, demanding an answer from you as she added another finger, fucking you roughly while you struggled to find your words, feeling completely lost from the pleasure.

Shuhua gripped onto your neck tightly after recieving no response from you as she repeated her question, "I said who do you belong to?" Shuhua snapped and you immediately breathed out, "You, only you."

Shuhua's thrusts increased in both speed and intensity as she smirked, "That's right." Shuhua added in another finger, stretching you out completely while you thrashed around the bed, your back arched as you cried out from the overwhelming pleasure.

You screamed Shuhua's name as her lips latched onto your clit, feeling yourself cumming hard, your juices running down Shuhua's fingers. Shuhua pulled out once you calmed down and licked her fingers clean before leaning down to kiss you, letting you have a taste of yourself.

The two of you lazily kissed each other before you both hear a grumbling sound coming from Shuhua's stomach. You laughed out loud, remembering that you both skipped lunch as you held onto Shuhua's face and asked, "Wanna order pizza?"

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hellooo :D lol i apologize for posting a bit late since this kinda took a while

thank you anon for requesting with the prompt numbers 33(fluff) and 21(smut)!!

please tell me if i wrote your request right– i wasn't sure if you wanted a poly MiShu relationship or if you wanted them in separate imagines

soooo this is basically 1/2 of your request done(assuming that you didn't want it to be a poly relationship) and ill be writing Miyeon's part soon :)

if, however, i misunderstood your request, please tell me so i could redo c:

lmao everyone except anon probably has no idea what im talking about im sorry–

anyway, that's all thank you for reading❣

#gidle #gidle imagines #gidle scenarios #gidle drabble #idlecreation #idlecreations #gidle drabbles #gidle shuhua #yeh shuhua #shuhua #shuhua smut #smut #gidle smut

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floralkittygambler · 3 years

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Reposting for reasons

Response to Honest’s post here: Doing this to spread this awareness more as I know theres a bit of a rift in the critical community - plus I really fucking go on. Im PISSED and I do apologise however it NEEDS urgent addressing. I know people will hate me for it but Im used to hate and honestly? Hating rather than helping to solve the issue only furthers my fucking point here. So yeah this is so more people are aware (no offense to any of those involved in said rift either, but this is an important message. Thank you for understanding and if I can do anything to make all sides comfortable, then please message me and I’ll do my upmost.) “ More awareness of this is needed. Even if it’s your favourite, you can’t justify their shit but rally against another’s shit. Have people tell you you’re experiences arent real or invalid because, like Husk, people have - in real life - shipped you with someone you are far from comfortable with but you still treat them like a person. Because you have basic respect. And people force you to accept harassment, touching, stalking, advances for THEIR satisfaction. People use you for their fantasies. But you’re just a ‘tsundere’ for it. Or you have addiction issues but people think being with another addict will ‘save’ you because you’re apparently too incompetent to save yourself. Love isnt some magic fuckin cure so stop romanticising it as a fuckin saviour. It’s gross and fuckin creepy. Get stalked and have someone NEVER accept your no just because you show youre still decent enough to not treat them shitty or any different from anyone else. Try having someone way older or way younger (both in morally fucked up ways) advance on you and people encourage that. People you’re supposed to feel safe around.

People touch you when you pull away or show discomfort. Follow you home. Have pictures of you and wont accept you dont like them like that and it’s not ‘playing hard to get’ or ‘the thrill of the chase’. Fuck. OFF. In fact, Im not only disappointed in the fandom. Im disappointed in the entire team who some should know better from their OWN personal experiences - or at least the bare minimal of being a fucking adult. Im disappointed in especially females (sorry idk whether girl or woman is more appropriate here-) who statistically are more likely to have experienced something similar at some point in their lives think this is a cute gay moment. No. Angel is made out as a fucking predator - Im not saying he is, Im saying that his persistence is very fucking unwelcome like one. People like Husk dont need that fucking invasiveness. They/We need patience and someone on our level. Angel’s I know are the fuckin polar opposite - and some of them I know are very sexually harassing, including unwanted touching. It’s a shitty way to present gay people. Gays are fuckin people. Some are cunts and some arent. It’s a HUMAN thing. But considering the shit theyve been subjected to, presenting a gay as a victim only to also show them as a perpetrator is insulting! And for those Ive seen argue this about how people like AD wouldnt know how to express their love normally and whatnot? His pig. His best friend. He’s in his fucking 30s. There are literal real life criminals who get molested as kids and then go on to molest kids. Not all who grow up like that turn into nonces. Stop just fucking STOP justifying and romanticising this bullshit! I used to see the good in AD but now he makes me fucking sick. Especially with my verrrrrry fucking real traumas and connections. But fuck me, eh? Because this fictional guy matters so much more. Fuck real victims. And whilst we’re at it, fuck AD too when it suits your fetishes! Sarcasm aside, the fans and the team need to straighten up their abhorrent behaviour. Stolas. Fucking clearly having an affair, knowingly fucking up his daughter’s mental health and bribing a guy into sex who only wants the book and nothing more. He even has a fucking warning button over Stolas- Guys, how do you think any of this is cute? Even the team gross me out- I genuinely see potential and talent and it’s all gone to shit to satisfy horny teens, horny adults, and literally everyone who doesnt for the life of them understand being an adult is more than sex, drugs, violence and swears! I REALLY want to keep enjoying HB/HH but it’s getting harder and harder with such ignorant and bordering lazy creators (note: lazy as in wont do the fucking research or actually listen to real criticism and victims), such despicable fans (yeah, some HDers fuckin mocked that they triggered my ED, yet they had the fucking NERVE to support Angel’s potential ED AND laugh and blame me for me getting treated so badly for actually having the balls to call Angel and the teams hypocrisy. I got told to kill myself, that my problems arent real - oh but Angels apparently is! Which... They *are* but AD isnt real so technically only onlookers will suffer and not a drawing - and they just excused their toxic behaviours. These people are like “aww poor angie babey!” yet fuckin INSULT sex workers. All this red in Hazbin yet it feels everyone and they mama colour blind. The issues are getting worse and fans are outright becoming EVIL, VILE, Vindictive little bullies - from kids to adults. You SHOULD be ashamed of yourself if you conduct yourself in such a manner. And you need to readjust your attitudes and behaviours because the only fuckers getting hurt are actual fucking victims. Ever been violated and been gaslit so much you STILL fucking question it’s reality? So you drown that shit out yet somehow it’s effects still hit you? Fetishise it. Make it your uwu gae couple goals, you’re no better than people believing Harley and the Joker werent toxic af. If this shit happened to you, most of you would actually SEE where we’re all coming from. Also, stop making gay a fetish - you’re like those creepy old men in the alley heckling lesbians to make out so they can wank off. Gays, no ALL the LGBT+ are fucking people too. So dont give me that bullshit then start turning everything just gay or just straight to mentally wank off to. It’s degrading and dehumanising. And yes, fiction does effect reality. You crush on a fictional character? Mourn one? Support one? Hell, fuckin jerk off to one - that’s affecting reality. Remember how in fiction all blacks were treated as villians? Look how theyre treated IRL. JAWS, great classic unfortunately their was a spike in shark killings over a fucking movie - the shark in the movie wasnt even real for the most part because they dont behave like that! (Also the animatronic was so shit they genuinely had so many issues - I think they even took to naming each one! Some fun trivia there!). Tiger sharks are more nasty than great whites as tiger sharks will hunt and eat a human. Great whites prefer seals and dislike human flesh, they just mistake us for seals. Hell, theres the toothless basking shark - theyre often SWAM WITH by divers for being so friendly. Yet Jaws made people think all sharks are bloodlusting over humans. Slenderman was created for a fucking contest and that influenced a stabbing (NOT Victor’s fault). Watch a horror movie that isnt based on a real life event and tell me that at least ONE has left you peaking over your shoulder. Stella may be a bitch - we dont know for certain - but try getting cheated on. Y’know what? Try growing up in such a broken home like Octavia. Yeah reaaaaaal fucking cute now, huh? Funny how as well y’all petition for male victims to be taken seriously then laugh when fictional males experience this abuse, further adding to stigma. You can be hit on by the hottest mf on the planet but if you arent interested, that should be respected! Also we’ve all been inspired by at least one fictional character so yeah. Yknow, since I was little Ive been fighting for sex worker and homeless rights. But HH/HB treatment of both leave a bitter taste in my mouth. I’ll still fully support sex workers and the homeless, but that’s the fucking effect this show is having. Bearing in mind I wont ever share everything Ive been through - and I shouldnt fucking have to in order to be believed and validated (obvs proof is required in a legal case but that’s a whole other topic). Why should I share MY fucking pain especially when you fuckers have belittled and triggered it more so? We have our rights to our secrets but fuck ME you lot NEED to start acting appropriately and like decent fucking humans. ‘iTs HeLl’ yeah and welcome to Earth- the team and yourselves live HERE. You obide by THESE rules. And as someone with beliefs (and a LOT of ancient fucking texts and studies on this shit) their Hell isnt even a proper Hell! It’s closer to purgatory and even then it’s not. Regardless, it’s a poorly built world with the lore consistently changing per episode and tweet, with many plot holes, and is apparently easy to get into - even via accidentally watching porn according to a stream. If youre gonna parade youre a fucking expert and research into demonology and use real believed figures, at least get THAT right. In fact, Lucifer and Lilith (and Stolas tbf) are ESPECIALLY risky as theyre a lot more complex than most easy access texts will tell you. Likewise, Stolas’s first introduction and main focus is sex. He’s one of the FEW Goetia demons that dont have some involvement in relationship issues at ALL. He’s known for astrology, crystals and herbs but hes also known to aid MONEY troubles (it’s lesser known but it’s true! HB Stolas is an insult to the Prince). Turning Vodou into something evil is vile considering it’s powerful and liberated slaves. Pentagrams are nothing to do with Satan, they’re magic based sigils. Upside down cross is the symbol of a SAINT. It’s just some edgy attempt to trick people into believing they know more than they do. Also you should NEVER dabble and doodle sigils without knowing the meanings or respecting what they behold. Vox and Val, real fuckin cute way to make them look like a stupid fucking highschool drama instead of a fucking SEX TRAFFICKER (note: real pimps often target YOUNG folks too - aka minors - and groom them into sex work. Theres different types of pimp. Viv has shown barely any understanding of ‘the game’ and its a fucking insult to injury. Yes we KNOW what a fucking pimp and prozzie are! We dont need to see it. We need REAL AWARENESS.) and a fucking scheming bastard of a CEO salesman botman. And yet even THEN lets go a step further and make some yandere wuv on boyfweind aboose! Fuck off- Now I love a good anime but these tropes are getting fucking dangerous now. And unrealistic to real love and relationships. Kids nowadays know fuck all on a healthy relationship (neither did the fuckin 50s tbf) and Im seeing more romaticism and glorifying abusive situations. Like the show ‘You’. Ok, there’s a fuckin bloke online who slaughtered innocents and kidnapped yet people commented how cute he is on his IG and that they want to be kidnapped or killed by him next. Dont believe me? Look up Peter Manfredonia Connecticut and the comments people left him and then tell me why shit like whats being presented in HH/HB ISNT fucking concerning - because it is. For a series about redemption, it’s brilliant at the opposite (Quote from the creator herself, Viv has posted that it’s influencing her bad choices. Even as a joke, proof’s in the pudding). And the overall focus on sex in the way Viv does is so immature and really creepy, and this is from an ADULTS perspective. From one adult to another, Im concerned as to why any of them think this is a normal fixation. Then again they’ve hired quite a large amount of dodgy folks and even a child. Most of this shit gets avoided with a basic background check like most companies run. I DO like Hazbin. Or the premise. I love some of the cast and spite the others. In Helluva, I just like a tiny portion of the cast. And I critique it so harshly because Viv DOES need a wakeup slap, grounding to reality, people who arent going to big her up or kiss her arse for once and shape her up to be the best she can be. The actually reach and even surpass her potential. And to reach where you need to be, there’s a lot of harsh lessons youll face. That’s life. Shes chosen one of the most HEARTLESS industries and if she blocks out critique as ‘hate’ then she’s not strong enough and wont last. It’s just another unprepped YanDev again (except I dont believe Viv to be a nonce. Even with her dodgy past and dodgy present, I think her perspective on sex and relationship with sexuality is FAR from healthy BUT I dont believe she’s a pedophile. Ive bled my fair share and so far, I just think her sex perspective isnt healthy or mature for her age. But there’s little to nothing to suggest actual noncery - dont worry about accusations there. But YanDev is totally a dirty predator. Just clearing that up). Viv NEEDS some harshness and stability if she wants to do things right. And it’ll make her fucking cry but if she loves these projects as much as she claims to, then you’ll sacrifice blood, sweat and tears for that shit. Even the strongest points are mediocre at best when properly observed. She CAN do more, but she’ll have to face the harsh music. Viv wont see this, but if she does, I dont care if it upsets her. Why? Because this is that much of an issue - something she’s cultivated - that she needs to take action and not ignore it or be secretive about it. She needs to grow up and get tougher skin. Im not saying this to cause her pain. In fact, I wouldnt waste my fucking limited time if I DIDNT care. Trust me, I have duties to be met at a certain quota every single day. I say this shit only because I give a shit and care. If we met, she’d fucking hate me. But people like me are good for shaping people up to their potential. And we arent always this ‘tough love’ either. But when someone needs that level of harshness to help themselves, we’re not afraid to lose people or cause upset if the results end up being the best for them. If she ever saw this, she needs to re fucking evaluate her message, her story, and those she’s choosing to welcome into her circle. And all Im seeing is one rookie mistake after the other. Her paid patreon discord. Just like the messages Honest has posted on her side of being harassed (not in Vivs fyi), Ive experienced shit and bullying and even stay silent on their for being attacked for a group I fuckin paid to be in and yet I feel isolated. It’s all arsekissing and ‘thank you viv’ (thats an actual channel-) and it feels like a place of borderline worship and people trying to appease her 24/7 whilst kicking others with different opinions down. There’s so many I love but I aint kissin yer fuckin arse. Ask the closest friend I have - we’re fucking raw and wont just side with each other just because. We’ll call each other out if we think they’ve fucked up and then help each other build themselves up better. Because real fuckin people who actually care wont just want to be adored by you. They’ll care enough to point out your bullshit and help you, even if they upset you at the time. They’re real and upfront with you. People like us arent always the easiest to be close to either because we arent afraid of upsetting someone if it’s in their best interest and to help them. Likewise, we dont go out looking for fights either. Most times, we’re fuckin soft bastards- All this shit listed is the fuckin surface level of the real life hell of this fandom. And unsurprisingly, those who experience little to no toxicity have always been higher on that popularity ‘food chain’ - enough admirers and shared opinions that people wanna arse kiss regardless of their OWN feelings as well as neutral perspectives. I’d say you’re the lucky fans, but you’re not. You’re sheltered, and that isnt always the best way to be sadly. As for the fans. If Ive upset you. Well... I dont care. Because many of you have actively sought me out and weaponised my traumas against me. You never cared about my feelings then. Why should I care about yours? Im not doing this out of malice. Im fed up of humans behaving so pathetically yet claiming to be high and mighty. Most of you have been arseholes to those in and out of the community. The victims and non-victims alike. Hardly any of you considered once my real suffering. You put a drawing over a life. Many lives. You had the audacity to tell me Im full of shit. Some even using my real traumas to make a mockery of me and those Im around with a very similar history. Some with traumatic histories that differ from my own. You hardly ever considered the real lives of those effected. So no, Im not sorry for having the fucking balls to this day to still stand up for our rights and give us a voice that’s long been stolen. Im not sorry for being a fucking victim. Im not sorry for saying what desperately NEEDS voicing. And Im not sorry for not conforming to you or any fandom just to belong. We deserve better than to constantly be your fuckin arse monkeys (well... the trope is butt monkey but yknow-) and to be mistreated, misrepresented and harmed by you. You’re no different to the school bullies who give speeches on anti-bullying day. And I hope every single one of you starts looking into yourselves and improving. PS: Depending on the texts you read, Lucifer is said to have been redeemed or to be redeemed. Fun fact to haunt yalls with~ “

#warning long #long post #hazbin critical #very long rant #important #hear victims voices #just sick of how awful people can treat one another and believe this is acceptable #everyone is accountable #toxic fanbase #Toxic shippers #toxic ships #im literally too fucking old for this #forgive the anger but after years and years it gets so cumbersome and tiring #im happy to be the pariah if it means victims actually get heard and helped

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honeybeewriter · 4 years

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Icarus

Chapter 1: The Rebel Princess

Au: Fantasy AU

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Hawks x reader

Warning: Smoking, light cussing

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A/N: im super excited to be writing this story! its my first story ive written in a long time and im super happy to share the first chapter of Icarus with you guys! hope yall enjoy it as much i as i do!

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This overbearing weight of being royalty and responsibilities of princess has hung on your shoulders like a horse stomping on a snake, it was awful to say the least. Along with this your father had now set up an arranged marriage to the kingdom next over to make peace: something you did not want. No, your heart soared for adventure and your senses longed to smell the sea and feel the cool breeze through your (h/c) locks. It’s a wish, a dream, something far from your grasp.

The morning dew settled among the kingdom, golden warm rays flooded in through the window, caressing your face, rubbing against your eyes as they flutter open. The feeling of silk and cotton danced along your naked legs, you stir awake, outstretching your arms. A gentle knock echo’s out into the silent room, before the creaking of the door opening. “Ah,princess (l/n) you’re awake!” The maid known as Mina entered the room, with a bow. “You know m’lady you should get out for a while! I know about your little dreams” Mina laughs as your face flusters “Mina!” you exclaimed and held your hands to your face “I’ll cover for you, Please don’t bring home another fae!” you had jumped out of bed at the thought of adventure. “Mina! Tamaki is a nice fae!! Don’t be rude!” You both erupt in fits of laughter. What a start to the day.

Adventure was in the air, as you snuck out of the castle. You dawn a fine silk gown that a fair maiden would wear, a pale lavender tone matched with a wine red hooded cloak: To hide your identity from the ones who would stitch to your father.

Across the forest, in a cart with friends laughing and having fun. A winged man stood with a guitar singing a merry tune, a man with burn scars guiding a horse with a scowl, a woman with blonde hair in buns reading her daily tarots card. The winged man lowers his guitar and his singing fades as he begins to speak “Hey Toga, whats is my card today?” he asked, sitting in front of the witch, who then shuffles them a few times before drawing out. The wheel of fortune. “Oh! Change is coming! This can be exciting, this means something big is at work, but what goes up must come down. Therefore be careful when change comes!” Toga explained before putting away her cards her satchel. The man with scars turned around and glanced at the two “There is a kingdom coming up, and we need to resupply before heading onwards.” His voice husk from smoking as teen, he still does nonetheless. The song of the frogs and bird sang throughout the woods as the trots of the horse and that squeaky wheel join in the chorus.

The winged man looks to the sky and ponders,Hm change? I wonder what the winds will bring me? The clouds line the sun, like curtains with only peeks of yellows rays shining down. The cart comes to a stop, and the man with raven hair and scars stood up, while lighting a cigarette “Alright we are here, no trouble, gather supplies and come back to the cart before sunset” He inhales the tobacco and puffs out a cloud of smoke. “Got it, keigo?”

Keigo looks back with a smirk “Me trouble, pssh, never. You’re the one that burnt that caravan, Dabi, oh powerful burnt bastard!” Dabi snarls, clenching his fist tightly “Get out of here you damn buzzard!” keigo waved him off as he slipped on a leather jacket that was inscribed with magical rune that hid his wings. “Meet here at sunset, got it crazy?” Dabi spoke to toga as keigo ventured off into the kingdom.

The town was lively and hardy, towns folk chatter and trade, while the echoes of laughter of children and barks from the stray dogs dance throughout the streets. The smell of fresh baked goods with the smell of blood from the meat market, not very pleasant to smell. You browsed the fruit stands, gliding your hand along the fresh picks, thinking within your thoughts of today's adventure; maybe a nice picnic in my secret garden, or maybe an adventure in the outside forest. Your mind was so deep in thought that you hadn't noticed that a certain knight was next to you.

“Ahem!” the knight coughed, causing you to jump with fear, as your eyes followed the armor, you gulped.. Iida.. “What are you doing here Iida!” you barked as you gathered up some fruit that had caught your eye, paying the merchant. “I should be asking you that Princess.” Iida was a stickler for the kings rules and so the king had appointed young iida as your bodyguard, since you liked to skip out and such. “Iida please let me have today off! Please!” you begged as you held the bag fruit to your chest, bouncing like a child begging for a sweet.

Now usually rumors and gossip caught Keigo's attention but, overhearing the about the rebellious princess, now that caught his keen hearing. As he turns from the stand he sees a tall knight and a cloaked person unknowingly, it was the princess. He strolls on over and wraps an arm around your neck. “Look, knight, i'm sure you have some crown to guard, so do me and my friend here a favor and bug off would yah?” and without waiting for an answer keigo whisps you away into the crowded streets.

“Geez what a killjoy!” keigo said as he leads you to a quieter part of town, “Ha, I'm sorry if that was weird or if i made you uncomfortable, but that knight seemed to be hard on yo-” Keigo was cut off as you whipped out your opal knife, “Look i don’t know you or where you came from, you take me back to my knight!” You snarled. Keigo just laughed and grabs gentle onto your wrist, lowering the knife “Ah so you are the rebellious princess i’ve heard about! Tell me, Do you really want to go back?” you look defeated and huffed, shaking your head no as you sheath your knife.

“No not really i just want to go to my garden and eat.” You said as you lowered your cloaks hood. Keigo finally got a good look at your face, (h/l) beautiful (h/c) hair, along with a pair of radiant (E/c) orbs, that sparkled in the sun. You looked just like a princess, no.. a queen at best. His eyes lit up as he looked your body up and down. “Will you please stop oodling me, come on, i guess you will have to be my pretend bodyguard for now” You spoke, you knew when they found the both of you. The two of yall were in serious trouble, him more so, i mean kidnapping a princess that is very bad to the king.

The streets grew into dirt roads, and the houses disappear as you walked further into the depth of the kingdom, humming a tune, singing as you go. Keigo follows of course, his curiosity growing about you, a runaway princess.

“Down in the depths, where the marble stairs cry, to left pink flowers hang their lives, make a right. Trot down the path into the pine, two stones of moss on the northside, listen to the whisper of the willow that lays upon the pond bank , that is where you will find. The sweet little spot of mine.”

Pure white marble stairs lay in bed against the hillside, a makeshift stream runs down the steps, carrying twigs and leaves, a sight to see. Such sad marble stairs longing to be cleaned and re-purposed. Keigo watched as you took off your shoes, the sound of splashing as you walk down the steps. He follows in suit taking his own shoes off, the pitter patter of wet feet echo throughout the silent forest-line.

You stop and look up, “Up there is where the pink flowers hang.” you loop your arm with his as you tell the story about a lonely prince who once lived in this ruin. How his family had gotten a witch to curse the boy, he was a sweet green haired prince who wanted adventure like yourself, but one day he had crossed a line into the dragon land, and he had fallen in love with the king. But once his family found out he was shunned, and casted out. One day his dragon king had found him and they were happy, but the curse of the witch:

Those be warned who want to find the lost, if you travel further than the pine you will find poison, outcast from his family, a lock against the seal, betrayed, outcasted its a weakened deal. The blood of royalty lay among the scales, heed my warning, your life frail.

“Story of the green prince and the king.. So is this place cursed or something?” Keigo asked as you both walk into the pine forest “i believe it is cause i found the skeletons of the two” You said as your hand glides across the brush as you walk. “That must have been a sight to see.” Your face fell as the memory plays in your head. The two skeletons embracing in against a tree seemly untouched by mother nature. “A pure sad sight” You tug the blonde male along the path.

Two stones with moss on the northside, and the whispering willow. The two of you stop admiring the willows horror filled beauty. The willow had to be at least 100 years old, her branches twisting and growing in a way that makes your stomach get a sick feeling. A thick fog rolling over the lake, like a dress dancing over a marble floor.

“So are we almost there?” Keigo asks his eyes fixed out onto the stilled water. Taking the male’s hand you pull him along into the ruin of clay and brick, a small grotto hides away this lostwonder of a place. Keigo's eyes widen, what a hidden away little base. “Wow, this must have been their home.” Keigo rubbed the back of his neck as he took a seat on the edge of the water basin, you sat next to the male and pulled out the fruit bag that you had bought earlier.

“So what brings you to the kingdom of berbile?” you questioned With a small chuckle as he takes a pear,

“I'm actually just passin by, me and a few friends are heading west towards the coast.” He takes a bite of the green fruit, the juice running down into his beard. Your ears perk up at the mention of the ocean. ‘Wait you mean the ocean! That's like a 5 month cart drive! Give or take if weather and such.” your voice chirps, your eyes brighten at the thought of the salty breeze.

You take a chomp out of your (F/F) as he explains the mission that his leader sent him on

. “Keigo, dabi and toga i need you three to go west and find recruits, send them back this way we are finally going to take down the two kingdoms along the way, When you get to the ocean that is when you will turn around and come back.”

Keigo looks at you and ponders “you want adventure, do you not?”

Keigo quirks his eyebrow at you. You frantically nod your head. “Yes yes!! More than anything! My father has set up an arranged marriage and to hell with keeping the peace to the kingdom” You jump up on the bricks of where you were sitting “I rather see the world!” You exclaimed, pumping your fist into the air.

Keigo grins “Well why don't you get a maid to gather clothes and meet me by the castle walls near the stables, tonight after dark?”

Later on you both went separate ways to avoid getting caught by iida and the other guards, The night set among the land, the quarter moon in the sky guiding your path to the outskirts of the kingdoms edge.

“Mina i have to go, this is my only chance to get adventure! I won't be coming back, please come with me, won't you!” You held your bag in your arms, dawning a black cloak, money clattered in the coin purse as you pull against minas arm. “(Y/n) as much as i know you want adventure you know, your father will be mad if he finds you gone!” She huffs and pulls you back towards your room.

“Tell him I died or something I don't care! I'm leaving this kingdom, and you're not stopping me!” you exclaimed with tears in your eyes, jerking your arms back to your side. Mina looks at you, her eyes soften and a damn broke through, her cheeks flooded and pink.

“Go, Ill cover for you” You embrace each other in a tight hug before your crawled down the makeshift bed sheet ropes and disappeared into the darkness.

Giving one last look to the home you grew up in. The hell that was raised, your mother would be proud of you for leaving this greed filled kingdom.

Dabi tapped his foot impatiently, “You said this girl would be here by now, Where is she!?” he barked, flicking the ash from his cigarette, keigo huffed and stretched his neck looking over nothing to see if anyone was there Where is she? He pondered. Out of the shadows a small hooded figure comes running, a 2 large bag on its back and a large purse in the other.

Toga grins, looking up from her spot in the cart “oh? You made friends with the Princess I see now~” toga giggled as keigo brushed her off, lighting a torch and holding it out “Two stones!” he called out, dabi and toga give him a weird look before hearing. “With moss on the northside!” a soft voice returns

Keigo jumps off the old wooden cart, his boots met the mud as your flats met the end of the stone road. You flipped your hood down allowing your (h/c) locks to fall into place. “So it is the princess, damn hawks. Boss will be pleased.” Dabi takes a drag, blowing out a cloud of ashy smoke. “Alright princess, load up, it's gonna be a long journey.”

You get into action, tossing your bags into the bed of the worn cart, Toga leaning against the edge, looking you over. “This is certainly some change, a princess joining 3 commoners. I'm sure once the king finds out your missing, people will be after us.” The blond female giggles and sits back down, “Call me (Y/n) (L/N). please. No need to be formal, its stupid.”

Keigo helps you into the cart and then jumps up into the passenger seat next to dabi. “Well you know who i am, This burnt bastard is dabi, Just dabi, he refuses to tell us his real name, and that little crazy next to you is Toga!”

Dabi whips the reins, causing the horses that pull the cart to move on. The clatter of hooves against the ground, the old night owl, singing his hunting song. The voices of the howling wolves, echo throughout the forest. Keigo takes off his magical jacket, and a pair of beautiful deep crimson wings emerge. Your eyes in wonder, “Wait you didn't tell me that you had wings, keigo!!”

“Makes him look like a buzzard if you ask me!” Dabi chims as toga laughs. “Hah, Yeah each of us has some kind power, i'm a witch, dabi up there is a warlock and keigo is just cursed!” Toga explained.

You look over the three with a warm smile. Adventure was well among its way, and youll be there to greet it with open arms

#hawks x reader #fantasy au #my hero academy fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #BNHA hawks #dabi my hero academia #bnha toga #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader

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woshuaaa · 5 years

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spoilers for BL3

i made some fixes for what i thought were weak points in-game. they personally made sense to me, feel free to tell me what yall think??

Maya, Ava and Krieg.

You meet maya on Athenas, and at some point along the way, she sidetracks a bit.

“I have to go find my… friend. Yeah, lets call him that. He should be near the cemetery.”

You get to the cemetery where you’re greeted by the mountain of a psycho known as Krieg. He’s screaming about poop trains or ribcages or something along those lines.

“This is Krieg, he and I were crimson raiders a few years back.” “RIDING DEATH BOMBS TOGETHER!” “Speaking of which, Krieg, where’s Ava? You were supposed to keep an eye on her. In the library.” “RRRRGHGHH CONSTRAINTS OF A SKULL SPLITTER!” “I warned you Krieg. If she gets hurt it’s your fault. Come on vault hunter, this way.”

You continue through the rest of the mission as normal, but now there’s an extra occupant in maya and ava’s room.

Upon killing the rampager, Ava shows up again, with Krieg trailing behind. Krieg could be less than interested and is just tossing rocks around.

You exit the vault and catch Maya scolding Krieg for not keeping Ava on the ship like she asked. Tyreen and Troy show up, and assume Krieg is just another psycho. “Hey there follower! You did good, capturing the Vault Thief and an extra siren! Should make you Eridium tier for that. You’ll be rewarded when we open the great vault.” Kreig cocks his head to one side in confusion, but for once is silent.

Tyreen gets Ava by the throat and Maya has Troy in a chokehold, and Krieg is clearly confused on what to do as he looks back and forth between the two rapidly. Troy reaches up and grabs maya, and Krieg goes into a bloodlust, screaming and charging at Troy full speed. “Troy!” Tyreen shouts, dropping ava to rush to her brothers aid. When Krieg tackles Troy, maya drops, tattoos gone, and makes her way over to Ava. Troy and Tyreen get a grip on Krieg, with Troys robot arm wrapped around Kriegs neck. “Rule number one, follower: never betray the family.” Tyreen sneers through gritted teeth as she begins to drain krieg. “Krieg!” Maya screams, and she tries to run toward them, when Tyreen uses an energy pulse to send them flying back further.

“Maya…. I.. love… you…” Krieg says as his eyes glaze over, and he turns into a husk, which quickly falls into a pile of dust. “No! Krieg!” Maya cries, tears streaming down her face. “Well, that takes care of that. Oh, eugh, ew, i think I got some psycho dust in my mouth, eugh, ew!” tyreen says, gagging. “Atlas! Ty, we gotta go!” Troy says, grabbing his sisters arm. They phase away as a squad of Atlas troops storm the vault, seeing nothing more than the three.

“Krieg…” Maya says sadly.

“There’s nothing we could do, Maya. Lets get back to Santcuary.” Moze says.

“I know he meant a lot to you Maya, but we have to get out of here.” Amara says.

“He was a good hunter, but his time has come. We will mourn on Sanctuary.” Fl4k says.

“It’s sad lass, but there’s nothing we can do for him now. Let’s get you back to the ship.” Zane says.

>Upon rejoining Lilith on the bridge.

“Oh no, Maya, Tyreen got you too?” “Not Tyreen, it was that Troy douchebag.” Ava says. Maya can’t bring herself to speak. “Krieg… They killed him.” Ava says, staring down at her shoes.

“Damn. I’m sorry Maya. I knew how close you two were. He was a psycho, but a good one at that. I can tell you for sure that he’s riding the shiniest of meat bicycles up in the stars, eh?” Lilith says, trying to comfort maya.

>After the mission is complete, maya has a side mission available.

“Krieg was one of the best of us, vault hunter, and I want to honor him as best I can. Can you head down to Pandora and see if he left any echo logs?”

Here you can find a few logs mentioning how he feels about maya semi-sanely. Maya seems to be oblivious to the clues that Krieg liked her, until you get to the end of the cave where there’s an echo next to a small box.

“Maya. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Your the tink to my turret, the bullet in my mag, the sister to.. My brother? Agh no that..that came out wrong. What I’m trying to say is… will you ride this meat bicycle with me, and be my wife?” The box opens, revealing a poorly made ring made of scrap steel. “Well, what did you find?” Maya asks.

“Ill show you up on the ship.” the vault hunter responds. Upon returning to sanctuary, you meet up with maya in her quarters. “What is it you needed to show me vault hunter?” The vault hunter places the ring box on the table and the echo plays for maya, and the box opens on cue.

“Oh Krieg, you crazy, beautiful bastard you.” Maya says, on the brink of tears. “Thank you for doing this, vault hunter. It means… it means a lot to me.” She pays you and you get a legendary grenade mod called Kriegs buzz axe, that turns your grenades into a buzz axe that gets hurled at enemies. It has red text that says “IM THE CONDUCTOR OF THE POOP TRAIN!”

The next time you see Maya on Sanctuary, she’s wearing the ring Krieg made on a chain around her neck.

Gaige the Siren

“Hey killer. I’ve gotten word that another former raider is in trouble. I need you to go down and check on her, will ya?”

>Player goes down to pandora and meets Gaige and Deathtrap, who are in the middle of an assault. Pain and Terror get ahold of her during the assault, and she’s to be sacrificed to the twins as an offering. During the last third of the fight against the Agonizer 9000, she ~somehow~ (Hint: siren powers) manages to free herself and summon Deathtrap, and helps you finish off the fight.

“Thanks for helping me out there, VH. Man, I must be getting rusty on my badassery. I’ll meet you up on Sanctuary, hey?”

>Continue through the game as normal, along with some additional bits with Gaige catching up with Zero and Maya, and mourning the loss of Krieg.

“Hey, you didn’t think I’d let you fight those assholes alone, didja?” Gaige says she’s coming down to help you fight Troy. “Gaige, you cant-” “Lilith, Imma be real with ya for a sec, and uh, no. Im going, and you can’t fuckin stop me. Kay? Kay.” “If you’re going, I’m coming down too. That douchebag killed Krieg, and I can’t… I can’t risk losing you too.” Maya says, and she clearly isn’t backing down. “I’m the leader of the raiders, and I’m not letting you two kill yourselves down there.” Lilith says, frustrated.

You go down to the cathedral of the twin gods, and Maya and Lilith say theyll meet you there. Gaige helps you fight through the bandit hoards.

“You’re too late vault thief! Tyreen and I are opening the great vault, you cant stop us now!” Gaige taps on Troys shoulder, and he turns around. “Guess again, jackass.” Gaige slugs him in the face with her metal arm, and there it is revealed that she has blue tattoo’s travelling up her arm and shoulder on the left side, same as her metal arm. As she punches him, her white siren wings appear behind her, and a title card pops up introducing her as “Gaige: the Siren: (whaaaaaat?)”

Gaige helps you out throughout the fight, occasionally summoning deathtrap and using phase shift (“Excuting Phaseshift, BITCHES!”) to allow small turrets to pop up along with ammo boxes.

At the end of the fight, Lilith and Maya appear, and as Troy dies, Maya regains her powers back.

“Gaige, when were you gonna tell us about this?” Lilith demands. “Well ya see, when… Y’know with the whole laying-low thing, I… okay look I know this seems bad, but I couldn’t figure out a good time. I didn’t even know what was happening, and it didn’t happen right away! A few years later, when I was off planet and trying to figure out my next move one day and bam! There they were.” “But the question is, how?” “Angel and I… talked. We liked to talk. Its not like anything personal, but it was nice. She was my first friend, and… I-I didn’t want anything to happen to that.” “So angel chose you?” Maya asks. “No, I-I don’t think so anyways.” “Maya what are you talking about?” Lilith asks. “Before a siren passes, it’s said that she must choose an apprentice, someone to pass her powers onto, and if she doesnt, her powers will just play the genetic lottery. The bond you two had must’ve meant something to Angel too, and she chose you to carry her powers.” Gaige looks at the tattoo’s on her arm and shoulder with newfound meaning.

Gaige is significantly more impacted by the Childhoods End quest, for obvious reasons.

Gaige continues to play the role that Tannis did.

Liliths death.

(to clarify, i really think it’s time for lilith to give up her role. she’s been the main focus in 2/3 games now, and i personally think that its time for her to step down and go out in a truly badass way.)

“It feels nice to have these powers back. Like greeting an old friend.” Lilith says. “Hey uh guys? I don’t think we’re in the clear yet! Elpis is still tearing pandora apart!” Gaige yells.

“Run towards the fire.” Lilith looks over at Ava and Maya. “Be ready Ava.”

“Lilith, what are you doing?” “Lilith, no!” Maya and Gaige plead with lilith, but she ignores them and takes off soaring towards Elpis.

“What the hell is she doing?!” Maya yells.

“She’s closing the great vault.” Ava responds.

“Is she insane? That’ll kill her!” Gaige cries.

“That’s the idea.” Ava looks up at lilith as she reaches elpis.

Lilith phases Elpis away, leaving behind her insignia.

“She’s dead… She’s really dead.” Maya says sadly. “Not quite. She’s still lighting the way.” Ava says.

Ava suddenly doubles over and begins to float. “Ava? Ava what the hell is going on?!” Gaige shouts. A sudden burst of energy comes from Ava, revealing the bright orange wings of the Firehawk, paired with the tattoo’s now running down Ava’s arm.

“Those tattoo’s suit you, Ava.” Maya says, resting a hand on Ava’s shoulder. “She chose right, I can say that much.” Gaige says with a gentle smile. “C’mon Guys, let’s get back to the ship.” Gaige says, making her way out of the vault. Maya follows, and as Ava goes to leave, she turns back around, looking up at the Blazing Phoenix above her head. “Thanks, Lilith.” Ava says softly. “Ava, cmon!” Maya shouts. “Coming!” Ava quickly runs back to catch up to the others.

#borderlands 3 #borderlands 3 spoilers #bl3 #bl3 spoilers #bl2 #bl:tps #borderlands #borderlands 2 #borderlands tps #borderlands the pre sequel #borderlands fic #fix-it au #fix-it fic

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talistheintrovert · 5 years

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i feel like im the only one that thinks neither clarke or spacekru was in the right last season?? there were no good choices. both clarke and spacekru need to apologize to each other. clarke made some shitty decisions to save her child. they made shitty decisions (involving her child) to save everyone. this was the season of shitty decisions lmao.

I had a hard time working out how to respond to this ask, because on the one hand, I agree with you - the whole point of this show is that nothing is ever black and white, there is never any ultimate right or wrong, it’s all shades of grey - but on the other hand I still think Clarke is morally more in the right that the others.

I should explain.

This difference between those two factions of shitty decision making is CONTEXT. Without context, it’s very easy to disregard their motives and circumstances and say that both were in the wrong. I’m going to use a super basic analogy here. 97% of scientists believe that climate change is real. When people debate it, they usually have one scientist who believes and one that does not, in order to make it “even”. Without context, that seems perfectly fair. However, in order to make the debate actually even, you would need 97 scientists on the side of climate change and only 3 opposing. It’s the CONTEXT that is important to the debate.

In order for spacekru and Clarke to be both equally in the wrong, their situations would have to be the same. And they are very much NOT. From Clarke’s perspective - because Bellamy didn’t want to kill his sister, Clarke tried to find another way to stop her; she compromised even though she knew there was an easier way to solve the problem. Then she was captured. The last thing she said to Bellamy before she was captured was, “Keep Madi safe - promise me!” and he did. The next time she saw him, they reaffirmed that they were in this T O G E T H E R and she trusted him to make things right. At this point, Clarke didn’t expect to live, she just wanted Madi to be okay, and she trusted Bellamy to take care of her. THEN the next time she sees Bellamy, he tells her that he’s putting the flame in Madi. Clarke’s one and only person for six years, her daughter, the person she entrusted Bellamy to, a C H I L D. My dude. My guy. My pal. This is betrayal at its RAWEST level. This isn’t Clarke staying at Polis to keep an eye on Lexa, this is using a CHILD to overthrow a cult army. Those are drastically different things. So when Clarke took Madi and ran, she was well within her rights to do so. She a) had no guarantee that if they stayed, they would live, b) probably hoped Octavia would show mercy on her own brother and c) had just been betrayed by someone she loved. And then when she got to the camp, the only reason she helped McCreary was to keep her mother alive, NOT because she agreed with him or because she wanted the rest of them dead, but because she thought that the only two people she had left in the world were Madi and Abby - if she couldn’t trust Bellamy, she couldn’t trust anyone.

Spacekru are the ones who put McCreary in charge in the first place, by overthrowing Diyoza - which, by the way, wouldn’t have happened if any of them thought to USE THE FUCKING RADIO, EVEN ONCE - but I digress. If Diyoza had remained in charge, odds are the conflict would have deescalated much sooner, and Earth would probably still be a planet instead of a husk of radioactive rock, but I digress. Bellamy made his decision to chip Madi because, “This is how we save our friends, this is how we save Clarke,” while failing to take into account the fact that Madi is a literal child. Also the fact that through the previous 4 seasons Bellamy has been vocally outspoken against grounder culture, the flame, and IN PARTICULAR child soldiers - y’know, because that’s basically what The 100 were at first; children forced into a war they were too young for - means that his choice was especially baffling, but I digress.

Having Madi become the commander when there was no actual certainty that wonkru would follow her makes her a target for assassination not just by Octavia herself, but by any of her followers who would reject Madi’s supposed “right” to the commandership. Bellamy also made his decision after being directly told that it would mean Clarke never forgave him………… and then was somehow upset when she left?????? WOT. I’m sorry but that writing makes no sense. I can understand the rest of spacekru holding a grudge against Clarke for that, but Bellamy??? He did what he did to SAVE Clarke. He achieved his objective. Yes, she slapped him and then left, but he had ALREADY BEEN TOLD that she would never forgive him. He made his decision with all the information at his fingertips, knowing exactly what harm he was causing to Clarke and Madi, and then was somehow surprised when it backfired.

Not to mention that Raven and Echo are, from their perspective, understandably mad with Clarke for leaving Bellamy to die, and take Bellamy’s side. Which, with the information they have, makes perfect sense. What still doesn’t make sense, however, is then choosing to kidnap Madi and take her to an active warzone. For all they know, at this point, Madi being the commander is well past its usefulness - the two armies are already marching towards each other, the war is inevitable, the die has been cast. And yet they attempt to take Madi anyway.

,,,,,,why?

Spacekru as a concept bothered me in these scenes because the “family” thing seemed to be used as a reason why they were in the right - Bellamy wouldn’t kill Octavia because she’s his family, he wanted to give Madi the flame to save his family, Raven and Echo justified their actions in the valley because of their family. But why is their “family” more important than Clarke’s? Because there are more of them? Because they have six years of history together that we didn’t see?

They have an entire “family” of people to back each other up. Not to mention (and I’m about to get very morbid here, so I apologise) if one member of spacekru dies, they still have the rest of their “family” to help each other get through it. If Madi dies, all Clarke has left is her mother, (and Bellamy, or at least she hoped so). Clarke hasn’t had that six years with a support network. She doesn’t have anyone else on her side. She’s alone, she’s scared, and she’s heartbroken, and spacekru doesn’t have that problem.

Both sides being in the wrong makes sense on paper, but when you take into account both sides motivations and where they came from in regards to those decisions, and with how they were executed, it just doesn’t hold up. Clarke was entirely alone and her entire life was completely upheaved and then her best friend fucked her over and his “family” all took his side without question, despite supposedly loving, or at least liking, Clarke. I’m sorry, but… those two things don’t even remotely compare.

#the 100 #the 100 discourse #the 100 meta #clarke griffin meta #spacekru meta #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #anti spacekru #just in case #i feel like this opinion may ruffle some feathers #long post #discourse #meta #talis rambles

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There is going to be a lot of triggering things up ahead, dealing with rape, suicide, abusive relationships, and the like. So if you can't handle hearing about that stuff it's okay. Take care of yourself.

I just need to tell my story right now, because it's the last time I might be able to tell it. I've kept it inside for so long but I need to let it out.

I don't remember a time where I wasn't full of anxiety. Ever. My parents weren't in the healthiest relationship and fought all the time. My mom was okay, if a bit immature and wild at times. But I loved her, and she used to love me. My dad was a different story. I can't ever remember feeling safe around him. Not once. He was, is, bipolar and would scream at me and hit me and lock me in my room over the smallest infractions, like, missing a spot when I cleaned the dishes, or not wanting to play outside. He also touched me sexually (': every night he'd come into my room to say 'good night' and spoon me and touch my body and just kiss my neck and squeeze my chest and touch between my legs. Every night I dreaded bed time. Every night I just layed there and let him do what he wanted and said nothing. I don't think I knew what it meant, I just knew how scared and uncomfortable it made me. My mom never knew, she still doesn't. No one does. This happened for as long as I can remember, from when I was like 5 (that's as far back as my memories go) to when I was 13. I developed a nervous tick from the stress of worrying when I was next going to be hit or touched, and got made fun of in school for that, because my hands would shake.

My mom and dad got a divorce then and my mom moved to Florida and I begged her to take me with her. I couldn't be the only female in that house with my dad. I couldn't. She did and I was happy for a bit (': my grandparents and the rest of my family live in Florida and it was nice. I lived with my mom for awhile, 3 years, from 13 to 15/16. And at the beginning it was okay, like I said before, I loved my mom. She was cool and fun and I just wanted to impress her all the time. I just wanted her to notice me. I just wanted to be fun and free like she was. She started making friends that weren't good people, drug addicts and convicts and homeless people. There would be up to 10 random people in our house at a time and at first, even though it was weird and made me uncomfortable, I tried to be cool with it. Then stuff started getting bad. The men (bc it was all guys) started noticing me more and more and started making comments on how pretty I was, how much I looked like my mom. One in particular, being my mom's boyfriend, noticed me the most. Whenever my mom wasn't in the same room he'd be at my side, wanting to know how I was doing and letting me know how 'sexy' I was. I started locking my door at night (a habit I still have now, I need to lock doors) and had trouble sleeping due to the sounds of people getting wasted and partying all night long. I started falling behind in school. One day someone in my class started a rumor that I was into witchcraft bc I wore all black all the time and didn't speak. (': no one talked to me or tried to. I went home that day and cried, and got mad at my mom and told her she needed to get her shit together bc how she was living wasn't healthy. She called me a loser and said I was just jealous of the attention she got and that I had no life and her boyfriend (Kyle) was there the whole time just watching me, so I went to my room and cried my eyes out. I forgot to lock the door that night and it was the worst mistake of my life.

TW GRAPHIC DETAIL OF RAPE: he came in that night and I was under the covers still silently crying and he just slid under them next to me, just like my dad used to, and I just. Froze. I just froze because that's what I do when I panic, and he pulled me to him and touched me all over and moaned so loud, and kept telling me how fucking hot I was and how I'd teased him for so long by wearing shorts and baggy shirts around the house. He fingered me and I'll never forget how sweaty his hands were and how dry I was and how much it hurt. I'll never forget feeling his hot body and the alcohol and weed on his breathe when he pressed me down and raped me. It's awful how the whole time I wasn't even panicking anymore. Because in that moment it clicked for me. I didn't matter. Im a waste of space. I'm nothing. I just stared at my dresser the whole time and thought about nothing. I've never felt more blank and empty then in that moment. He finished, not inside, but on my sheets, and left just as quietly as he had come. And I just. Stopped. I stopped feeling. I stopped everything. I was 15. I stopped waking up early in the morning to go to school. My mom didn't even notice I'd stayed home most days. I'd just lay in bed and sleep all day. I cut myself in the shower. I didn't eat. I got touched and felt up a few more times after that, 2 by Kyle and 1 by someone else. I didn't care, I just detached myself. I probably would have died soon, but my school noticed I hadn't been attending classes for months and contacted my grandparents bc my mom wouldn't answer. I got taken out of my mom's home and moved in with my grandparents for that reason. My mom didn't care. Kyle said he'd miss me.

I don't know when but I got my emotions back slowly. My grandparents bought me a phone and a computer and that's when I discovered online. It helped so much. It really did. I met nice people. I met my best friend. I met my first ex. (': he was my first love and at this time, I still didn't know what being treated with respect was like. He took advantage of that. He abused me mentally daily, and told me I was worthless and that there were much better options around and that I was weak for letting myself be raped and doing nothing. I don't know why I loved him. We accept the love we think we deserve so. He ended up cheating on me and telling me it was my fault. The worst part is I still kept in contact with him and every now and then we'd talk (when he was single and needed some side ass) and he'd be mock sweet and tell me I was important only to get nudes from me and then ditch me again the second his main goal came back. Inadequacy hello 😎 this happened from when I was about 17/18.

I then went through what I thought was a positive time in my life. I met my other ex and he seemed so good. He seemed to love me, he seemed to want me. And for a year I was happy. And then he too, cheated on me 😎 in the word possible way, by force. And now that I look back on it there were a lot of ways he wasn't good. He ignored me a lot and invalidated me whenever there was an argument.

So at this point I've decided I'm worth about shit, right? A dad who cares about me a little to much, a mom who doesn't at all anymore e except when she needs money. Two boyfriends who found better options and who lied and cheated and abused me.

Wrong. Because I started my tumblr and made alot of online friends. Friends who I adore and love and have feelings for. Friends who seem to love me back. And I thought that was enough but 😎

There is now a family friend who has taken to noticing me too much, to touching me when he has the chance. He's been getting close and closer for the past year. My dad sent me a letter on my birthday telling me he can't wait to see me when he gets out, how much he thinks I've probably grown so much prettier then he remembers, how much he can't wait to hold me again. I got felt up at the grocery store the other day. My mom and her boyfriend visited and Kyle picked me up and copped a feel and he still smelled like alcohol and weed just like always.

That family friend touched me again today. Worse then that he called me pretty and when we were alone he sat next to me on the couch and put his hand on my leg and let it travel up, and up. And I did nothing. I did nothing.

I am nothing. Everyone needs who reads this now knows why. I don't have worth. I don't have value. It's all been taken. I don't have anything left to give anyone. I want to fall in love, I have already, with someone, I think. They've shown me so much kindness and I've opened up to them and they've seen sides of me no one has and they deserve so much but I'm nothing and I can't give anything. I'm not worth them, I'm not and I'll never be. I'm not worth anyone. I am dirt, I am scum, I am a husk of a person. I'm not sexy or beautiful or special or fragile or lovely. I am tainted and bruised and so, so ugly. I'll never be worth love and happiness. Never.

By the time you finish this post I will have downed as many pills as I possibly can. I'm to much of a coward to cut anymore. I dont even know if ill die or not. I just need to sleep and not think about how worthless I am for awhile. I'm sorry. I've already been letting myself waste away by not eating.

I am not worth being loved or treasured. I'm not worth having love. I'm not worth having a boyfriend or girlfriend that love me. I'm not.

#poppy speaks #tw:suicide #tw:rape #tw: abuse

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wonkookiemon · 6 years

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Good Ol’Fashion Fuck (Taehyung x Reader)

MEMBER: TAEHYUNG

WORD COUNT: 3796

WARNINGS: mature content, mature language, sexual content, oral play, mild (sexual) violence so please if you are not about it don't read it, cum play, marking kink.

a/n: THIS STORY IS EXACTLY WHAT THE TITLE STATES.

Masterlist

a/N: read at your own risk cus im sparing no one XD

Horny. That's what you were at this point, horny as hell and nothing seemed to be helping. Being the player that you were you had a couple guys to choose from but not a single guy can give you what you need. They were all either vanilla or none of them knew what they were doing.

So in destress you went to the only person who might know how to solve your dilemma. Your old roommate Katya. She was by far the craziest person you know and she knew just about everybody.

“Talk to me Kiska” Katya cooed lovingly. She always knew how to make you feel loved and adored when you were with her.

“I need that good dick Katya and the guys I’m talking to right aren’t cutting it for me.” She nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

“I need a man who knows what he’s doing. I’m tired of coaching a guy into pleasuring my body, its just so tiring Katya.” you groaned sinking deeper into the couch.

“I’ll tell vyou vwhat, I know a guy-he owes me a favor so it will be free of charge”

“Wait what” you laughed getting up.

“Lets just say he knows exactly vwhat hez doing, you’ll love him Kiska”

“Are you sure?” you asked tilting your head skeptically.

“Have I ever steered you wrong Kiska?” she smirked.

“I can’t recall” You smiled back. “You’re the fucking best Kat”, you got up and tackled her with kisses.

“So where did I leave off” she asked after you settled down into her lap.

“oooh! Oh, uh-He tied your wrist to the head board” you nodded.

“Right! and after that he shoved a gag in my mouth telling me I talked to much-”

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After you spent the day with Katya she let you know on your way out that her friend agreed to the favor and he should be calling you within the next couple of hours to set everything up. It was now or never and there was no room to be ashamed of how desperate you were to be fucked at this point.

It was around nine o’clock and he still hasn't called you making you worry if this was actually going to happen tonight. That was until your phone ringed as you were eating your dinner.

Swallowing what was in your mouth you sat up straight and answered the call.

“Hello?” you said unsure but still trying to appear confident.

“Are you alone right now?” his voice low and timbre.

“ye-yeah I’m alone right now.”

“Your place or mine” he asked.

“Mine” you said without thinking.

“Okay, are you on birth control?”

“yes, do you use condoms?”

“Always” he husked out.

“My rules are simple, I know that since you are Katya’s friend you know what she’s about-” you nodded your head but realized he couldn't see you,” yes I do”

“So you can take everything I dish out. You will listen and obey. As far as my preferences go I don’t have any but remember this night is about you. I want you to pamper yourself, take a bath, you don’t shave cus I don't care. Put on something sexy for me, I want to see your body, and I want your hair behind your shoulders so I can see that pretty neck of yours is all I ask from you. Do I make myself clear?” He said with a tone full of authority and power. You were just wet hearing this man talk. you didn’t even notice the whimper that escaped your lips until the line went silent. Shit.

“Fuck.” he cursed.

“I’m sorry I jus-”

“Don’t worry princess i’ll take good care of you” he cooed softly.

“I’ll send you the address”

“-Its Taehyung by the way”

“uh- what?”

“My names Taehyung” He said confidently.

“Taehyung?” you repeated slowly.

“Just so you know who's name to scream.” you could practically hear the smirk that was on his face.

Ending the call you go up unable to finish the rest of your food you scrapped the rest in the trash and washed your dish before heading to your room. You couldn't believe this was happening. Katya is a fucking G.

Following each instruction you looked at yourself in the mirror in awe. Your outfit screamed fuck me, starting with your matching red lace bra and panty set to the see through black cami you wore over it. Finishing the look off you added tear drop diamond earings and made sure your hair was pushed back and over your shoulders.

It was now eleven o’clock so you made your way over to the living room couch to wait for his arrival. Wasn't long before you herd a knock at your door. Doubts immediately raced through your mind as you though of all the ways this could go wrong for you. ‘what if he was ugly, what if it was a scam, what if he didn’t-”

You opened the door silencing your thoughts and there was absolutely nothing that could have prepared you for the sight.

Taehyung stood towering over your small frame. His hair long and in a beautiful mess that hung over his brown eyes and flowed down to the end of his neck. Which drew your attention to his structured jaw and sculpted nose and his plush lips. He looked just as edible in his loose fitted dress pants and exotic button up.

“Are you gonna keep staring or are you going to let me in?” Taehyung smirked.

“Oh? Sorry” you laughed nervously. Stepping out the way you watched him as he went past the frame and into your house. Looking over his shoulder he smiled before taking off his shoes and placing them next to the shoe wrack.

“Thank you, most people think its for fun display”

“I totally get it” Taehyung said while looking around your house.

“Would you like anything to drink” You asked walking over to the kitchen.

“Bring to glasses of water to your bedroom, I’ll met you there” You could tell by his tone that he wasn't asking you to do this but he was commanding you to. You then thought of the words he said to you over the phone. ‘Listen and obey”.

Making your way to your room with two glasses of water you froze when you caught a glimpse of Taehyung standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed and his eyes dark with arousal. Quickly you went in and placed the glasses on the bedside table and made your way back in front of him.

You stared at your feet out of respect for his authority.

“Good girl” He praised making your heart swell.

“Mhmm you like being called my good girl don't you?” Taehyung spoke softly. His hand caressed your cheek affectionately.

“Yes sir I do” you answered confidently.

“Who trained you” he asked taking your chin and lifting it up so you could meet his gaze.

“Uh, no one sir” you breathed out.

“You know what I am?”

“Yes, sir I do”

“Kneel”

You dropped to your knees and awaited his next command. Your heart was basically beating out of your chest at the sexual anticipation that clued through your brain.

“Mhmm so pretty kneeling at my feet” Taehyung smiled while kneading his fingers in your hair.

“What's you’re safe word?” He asked letting go of your hair.

“Blue”

“Take off my pants” Taehyung ordered. You’ve never been more excited to follow each command given.

Jumping at the task you scooted closer and let your hands graze over his thighs earning you as soft moan from his lips. Inching your hands to his crotch, looking up you made sure to look up at Taehyung who in return looked at you with his half lidded gaze. Your bottom lip caught in your mouth at how sexy he looked from this angle. Keeping eye contact you took his belt from the loops of his pants and proceeded to undo the zipper on his pants.

Wanting to take in the sight you broke your gaze and proceeded to look down at the angry bulge pulsating through his tight briefs. Licking your soft lips you hooked your fingers on either side of his briefs and slowly pulled down the fabric. You watched in awe as you caught the sight of his full length, you couldn't help the whine that escaped your lips when you saw how big and engorged the head of his cock was.

Surprising yourself you licked a longs strip on the underside of his cock and wrapped your tongue around his leaking head.

“Fuck you’re soo dirty” Taehyung choked out.

Finding no use for teasing, knowing you needed to please him in order for him to give you what you needed. You took him fully in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down before pulling off using your hands to spread the moisture from your mouth down the length of his cock. Looking at him once more he looked down at you looking pissed as fuck.

“Hands behind your back” He growled hitting your cheek with the palm of his soft hands.

“Did I do something wrong” you asked panicked.

“Who told you to fucking speak?” Taehyung growled making you shut your mouth quickly.

“Open that smart mouth of yours”

Following his instruction you slowly opened your mouth, only for it to be filled as Taehyung harshly thrusted his length down your throat causing you to gag. You looked up at him with water eyes as he continued to abuse your throat with is head hung back in pleasure. He kept letting out these animalistic growls and grunts each time you hollowed your cheeks. With a pop he wrapped his hands around his cock and stroked it over your flushed face.

“Get on your back” Taehyung spoke pointing to the bed.

Doing as you were told you brought your body to the headboard of your bed and waited for his next command.

Curiously you watched as he picked up a brief case and set I on the bed. You almost opened your mouth to ask but Taehyung glared in your direction as if to warn you to keep your mouth shut. He pulled out one of the biggest vibrators you’ve ever seen and he placed It on the bed. Surely he didn't think you were dumb enough to use something that he used on other women. You were just about ready to say your safe word till he spoke up.

“I just bought it before I came here kitten no need to worry, I have the receipt” He smirked knowingly. Nodding your head for him to continue you watched as he put the briefcase down on the floor and got on the bed. His body hovering over you as he took the time to look at you up and down.

“Mine” Taehyung growled looking into your eyes possessively. You could feel your vagina soak at the statement. Your whole body arched up inviting him to touch you were you needed the most.

“Tell me what you want” he husked out.

“Please touch me” You begged shamelessly.

“You’ve been such a good girl so far, I’ll give you what you want this time but if you cum without permission that will be your last orgasm for the night. You need to earn this dick” Taehyung looked straight into your eyes as he said this with a smirk. His hand began to trail from your hips down to the inside of your wet thighs.

“The fact that you got so wet just from sucking me off makes me want to fuck you.”

You gasped when his slender hands ran up and down your slick folds. The sensual caress drove you insane and you couldn't hold back the sounds coming from your flushed lips.

Taehyung continued his ministrations slowly adding one finger knuckle deep inside your tight pussy. Your needy body practically sucked his finger straight in as if one wasn't enough. Your hips met the thrust of his finger searching for more friction making him chuckle at how desperate you were.

Again giving you more Taehyung added two more of his fingers completely filling you up. Grabbing his wrist in shock you looked up at him as his began to pick up the pace. “Oh gawd” You screamed when he continued to hit your g-spot, your body sank back into the sheets and your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure.

“Please more” you found yourself screaming out unable to hold back your greedy lust filled desires. The pleasure was taking over you and your body was now aware of everything that was going on, from Taehyungs sexy concentrated look as he watched his fingers pleasure you with his hair hung over his dark eyes, to the pool of arousal that covered your thighs and his fingers. Your hear was beating so fast you could practically feel it in your throat. You wanted to cum- No you needed to cum that it took every bone in your body to keep you from doing so.

“Let me cum” you yelled out.

“Ask nicely you bitch” Taehyung growled and before you know it your body completely started to spaz out. Taehyung was fingering you with one hand and with the other he placed the rotating vibrator to your swollen clit. Your body tried to move away from the oversimulation he was giving you but he held your body down with his thighs, making sure you had no way of escaping.

Putting all pride aside you looked up at Taehyungs heated gaze, “Please let me cum Sir”

Tilting his head to the side observing the way you squirmed and moaned because of the pleasure he was giving you made him nearly bust in his pants. How could he not grant you your orgasm?

“Cum”

Your whole body shook at the power of pleasure coursing through your body. Your pussy gripped tightly around Taehyungs fingers as he let your ride out your orgasm. He took his hands out and slowly rubbed the vibrator over your abused pussy. It was probably the most hottest thing you’ve ever seen when he stopped his actions to suck the mess you made on his hands.

“Mhmm fuck you taste good.” he groaned smiling. Still in the aftershock of your orgasm you could barely move let alone form a complete thought, all you could do was look at him in awe.

“Drink all of your water, I want you face down ass up by the time I get back” Taehyung smacked your pussy possessively making you squirm.

Taehyung then left your room and you did the best you did to crawl over your bedside where you placed the two cups. Your body ached deliciously as your swallowed down the water. As you regained consciousness you started to think of where Taehyung went in your apartment. He could honestly rob you for all you cared with the orgasm he just gave you. This man could take anything he wants. You chuckled to yourself at your ludicrous thoughts.

“What's soo funny?” Taehyung came in with a hidden smile.

“Oh-uh nothing” You smiled back at him in the position.

“Face forward” Taehyung wiped the smile off his face and replaced it with a dark yet blank expression.

All laughs aside you faced forward sighing as you felt his warm hands caress the globes of your ass, trailing up to the arch of your lower back he stopped when his hand reached your neck.

“Such a beautiful body” he murmured to himself. Gripping your neck he pulled your body up till your back was pressed against his chest and his hard cock against your ass.

“This is just you and me now baby, I want to feel every inch of your body. You have my permission”

“Your permission to do what Taehyung?” you asked knowing the scene you did before was well over.

“To cum as many times as you want cus I’m not going to stop fucking you. Not even if you beg me to.” He said darkly into your ear before he slowly entered you. Gripping your throat tightly Taehyung waited patiently as you adjusted to the size of his cock. Taehyung pushed himself further up going balls deep inside your pussy, the stretch hurt yet through the pain you couldn't help but be turned on.

“You can move” You choked out.

Moving his hands from your throat Taehyung grasped your hips and began to thrust slowly into you. The friction of his warm hard cock rubbing the insides of your walls caused ripples of pleasure to go though your body. Your back arched into his the quicker his pace got and his thrust were no longer gentle.

“Fuck, you feel so good” Taehyung moaned into your neck. His lips sucking bruises into your soft skin. All that came from your lips were the soft moans and whines of pleasure. The louder you got the harder he fucked you. By now you could barely hold yourself up right, sensing this Taehyung lowered your body. Steadying himself he held onto your hips and continued to thrust. At this angle he was able to go even deeper in your heat making him moan at the way your pussy gripped him tightly.

Wanting to hit a new angle Taehyung flipped you over while still being fully buried in you, raised both your legs till they were over his broad shoulders. He began hitting your g-spot over and over with no mercy giving you your second orgasm of the night.

“Ohhh shitt that's it” Taehyung cried out as he came hard. His head dropped into the crook of your neck biting hard as he rode out his orgasm.

Pulling out Taehyung slide out of the condom and threw it in the bin beside your bed. He grabbed another condom from the bedside and ripped it open with his teeth before placing it on his still very erect cock.

“How are you still soo hard?” you asked amazed looking at him through heavy lids.

“I haven't had sex in a while” Taehyung shrugged crawling over to you. He switched positions so that you hovered over his built frame.

“How long is a while” peered at him observing his handsome face.

“two months” Taehyung bit his lower lips unconsciously. Your eyes traveled to his plump pink lips then back up to his eyes where he met your gaze. You lowered your head to hover your lips over his.

“Round three?” You whispered over his lips. Without words he thrusted into you gripping the back of your neck and hips. The slow grind rhythm the two of you created simultaneously moving your bodies together was pushing his cock deeper and deeper. You honestly didn't think you could cum another time, the over simulation caused such a painful build up your body collapsed over Taehyung who took over but grabbing your hips and rolling them over his hard cock.

‘Taehyung I don’t think I can-” You panted into his sweaty chest.

“Yes-you-can” he thrusted faster and pushed his hand in between your bodies and rubbed your abused clit till you screamed in his chest.

“Taehyung” you moaned in blissful agony.

“That's is, cum all over my cock” He growled. Your vision blurred your body came undone shaking at the force of your orgasm. You didn't even notice Taehyung cum again till you came to and saw Taehyung throw his head back in pleasure as he moaned your name over and over. It was by far the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. When he came too a lazy smirk came over his handsome flushed face.

“you’re fucking amazing” Taehyung closed his eyes. He looked so content considering the fact that he was still inside you. “I don't think I can move, if I’m being honest with you.”

“Mhmmm look at the mess you made” Taehyung opened his eyes and glanced down between you.

Gathering up strength you looked down and gasped. “When did I-” you looked up embarrassed.

“When I was rubbing your clit you blacked out and uh-

“-squirted all over your chest?” you finished his sentence burring your head in his neck.

“Yeah, that” He chuckled.

“I’m so-”

“Don't be, really that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” Taehyung smiled softly. It was such new look on him compared to the way he was looking at you while you fucked.

“you ready to get out of me” you asked amused he was till keeping this up.

“who said I was done with you?” Taehyung looked down at you through thick lashes.

“I seriously don't thing I can take anymore Taehyung” You said shakily.

“Remember I said this was all about you today baby” Getting up you moaned as He slid out of your oversensitive pussy causing you both to groan at the exit.

Putting the condom away Taehyung slid down in between your thighs and looked up at you. “Lets get you cleaned up huh-” he smirked before placing his lips around your swollen clit.

“No-ohhhhh mother fucker” you screamed.

“its not my name bitch” Taehyung hissed rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Taehyung please” You cried out, unable to move from the painful pleasure.

“That's it baby” you should see the way your pussy is clenching on nothing, you don't even know how badly your pussy is begging to be fucked again.” Taehyung snickered.

“I can’t come another time please Taehyu-”

Your words were cut short by the guttural scream you let out as Taehyung pushed two fingers in your pussy, pumping in and out relentlessly.

“That's it baby cum for me” Taehyung then latched his mouth on your clit once more kickstarting your fourth orgasm of the night. Puling his fingers out of you Taehyung planted gentle kisses in your inner thighs and trailed his kisses up your body, till he reached your lips.

“Now I’m done” He smiled kissing you softly you could barely feel the pressure of his lips on your own.

“I’ll be right back” He kissed you once more before making his way to your bathroom.

At this point this all felt like a great dream and you were soo fucked out you couldn't even make out Taehyung’s figure as he cleaned up your body with a warm towel.

“You did so well” Taehyung cooed softly. Getting back on the bed with you he pulled the bedsheets and covered the both of your bodies.

“Did you turn off the lights” You mumbled half asleep.

“Course I did, get some sleep. You’ll need if for the morning”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” you whined.

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Can I ask for a Dan/Louise prompt? Just because I love their friendship to be honest and I'd love to read more of them interacting

I was really, really scared for a second that you were asking me for a Dan/Louise romantic thing and I was like.... hell nah, but no I totally agree that their friendship is EVERYTHING. So here you go, this was a pleasure.

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To: LouiseFrom: Dan00:34amo god louy am i such a twathelp me

To: DanFrom: Louise00:36am????What have you done now

To: DanFrom: Louise00:42am??????????????

To: LouiseFrom: Dan00:45amsrry... am quite drunk

To: DanFrom: Louise:00:47amDan, whatever it is im sureit’s not that bad

To: DanFrom: Louise00:50amWe are masters at embarrassingourselves, but we are alsomasters at laughing it off and getting through it somehow

To: DanFrom Louise00:51amThat’s what I’m here for. I’myour support for these situationsJust tell me what happened andwe’ll think of a way to fix it xx

Louise stares down at her phone, confused as it starts to buzz in her hands. She realises, belatedly, that it’s ringing, and sighs, flipping on her bedside light as she prepares to talk down a tipsy friend from what is sure to be a great overreaction to something trivial.

She swipes the ‘answer’ button, and brings the phone to her ear. She opens her mouth to say hello, but a yawn interrupts her.

“Sorry, Dan, just in bed, what’s-”

“I kissed Phil.”

It’s 8am on a Thursday, and Louise is sat in a London café. As she sips her cappuccino, she looks around herself at the bustling atmosphere, still a little awestruck that she’s even here.

Normally, at this time on a weekday, Louise is sat in her car, crawling along at the pace of a snail as the train of exhausted parents trundle past the entrance to the local school. Darcy keeps her entertained on these mornings of course, her bright, sweet attitude livening up any morning.

Today, Darcy is getting dropped off by her Dad, after a lot of secret parental bargaining over the phone very late last night.

At 6am, Louise dropped Darcy round to her Dad’s, lunchbox in tow, and then headed straight for the station. She caught the first train to London, texting Dan reassurances the whole way, just as she’s been doing all night.

Now, she’s sat at a table in a Costa Coffee where Dan had told her to wait. She’s bought Dan his favourite coffee - a caramel macchiato - and a bakewell tart, as it’s unlikely he will have eaten a damn thing since last night, and he’ll be hungover as hell.

It’s not exactly a typical morning.

Just then, Dan pushes the glass door open, eyes frantically scanning the crowded coffee shop. Louise lifts her hand and waves, catching his eye, and she watches the tension drain from his shoulders.

He pushes through the maze of tables towards her, and Louise stands, opening her arms for a hug. He practically lunges at her, squeezing tightly, his face buried in her hair. He still smells of vodka, and stale beer, and general unkemptness, but Louise holds him tight, not letting go until Dan shifts in her grip.

He flops down into the seat opposite her, and she sits back down, surveying him worriedly. He looks terrible, in all honesty. Dan Howell is a pretty boy, there’s no point in denying something so obvious. He must know that not all of his subscribers are watching him for his premium content. He’s got that typical sweet, British boy thing going on - tall, with dimples and warm chocolate eyes.

But this morning, he does not look his best. Not that it’s all that surprising. According to their text and phone conversations, Dan has not slept at all. He left whatever party he’d been at initially, and he’s been wandering around the streets of London all night long, refusing to go home no matter how much Louise told him off.

His head droops forwards, obviously exhausted, and he notices the glass mug of coffee in front of him, his darkly circled eyes lighting up for a second.

“Is that for me?” Dan asks - even his voice sounds like a husk of itself.

Louise nods, offering a smile, and Dan practically snatches the drink up, glugging about half of it one go.

“Have you not drunk anything?” Louise asks, her voice adopting a motherly quality.

Dan shakes his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Does alcohol count?”

“No.”

Dan chuckles, darkly. “Then no. Not since...” He trails off, shaking his head. “I don’t know. About six in the evening yesterday?”

Louise pushes the Bakewell Tart at him. “Does that go for eating as well?”

Dan groans, shoving the cake into his mouth. As crumbs fall from his lips, his eyes meet Louise’s, screaming their thanks at her. She sighs, shaking her head in pity.

“Oh, Dan.” She sighs. “You ninny.”

Dan swallows his mouthful, leaning back in his chair. He scrubs a hand over his face, looking miserable. “Don’t. I know. Trust me, I know I’ve fucked up. You can’t possibly think worse of me than I do.”

Louise frowns, reaching a hand across the table. Dan stares at it for a moment, uncomprehending, then his brain seems to click into place, and he puts his own hand on top of hers.

“Dan, I don’t think badly of you.” She says kindly, trying to maintain a gentle tone, as it’s so obviously what Dan needs right now. “I don’t think you’ve fucked up horrendously, I don’t even think you did anything wrong.”

“Lou, I kissed him.” Dan tells her, his voice dropping to a low level, as if he’s afraid someone might overhear. “Like, full on just planted one on him out of nowhere.” Dan shuts his eyes, as if the memory is replaying right in front of him. “The look on his face, Lou...”

“Okay, back up, Dan.” Louise says, squeezing his fingers in her own. “Let’s break this down. What happened?”

Dan sighs, his eyes fluttering open with reluctance. “We were... at a party.”

“Okay...”

“Just like... some friend of a friend,” Dan says vaguely, shrugging his shoulders. “We weren’t even gonna go, but we hadn’t seen that lot for months, so we thought we’d just, like, put in a quick appearance.”

“Right.” Louise says, nodding show she’s following. “But things escalated?”

Dan nods, frowning. He plays with the glacé cherry on the remnants of the tart.

“This guy - the guy whose party it was - he’s really into craft beer.” Dan explains, sounding ashamed. “He works for some specialist beer bar in Shoreditch, and he had all these really fancy, strong bottles of beer...”

Louise nods, sensing where this is headed. “So you got wasted.”

“You know what I’m like when I’m drunk, Lou.”

In truth, Louise has only ever seen Dan drunk on a handful of occasions. She likes to think of she and Dan as good friends, as they talk almost every day via text, and they get on so well whenever they do see each other that it’s almost like the long, vast spaces of time between their in-person meetings aren’t there.

Usually, Louise has experienced drunk-Dan at big, crowded events. VidCon parties, or YouTuber gatherings, or at the rare times she books a babysitter and manages to attend one of Caspar and Joe’s legendary parties. His drunkenness is absorbed into the mess of other people’s shenanigans, and she tends to overlook it.

What she does remember, is that drunk-Dan tends to be a little more... tactile than normal. With everyone, but mostly with one person in particular.

“You mean... you were draping yourself all over Phil?”

Dan blushes, avoiding her eye. “I meant like... I usually get too flirtatious and over-confident.” Louise makes a little ‘oh’ sound, looking away. “But yeah, that too.” Dan confirms.

“I still don’t quite understand...” Louise says, trying to connect the drunk-Dan in her memory to the one that did something as momentous as actually kissing his best friend without warning.

“Well,” Dan sighs, pulling his hand out of Louise’s grasp in order to chew his thumbnail. “I guess it was always gonna happen eventually, right?”

This confuses Louise even more, and her brows knit together, attempting to make sense of such a strange statement. She comes up with nothing.

“Wait, what was always gonna happen?”

Dan stares at her, looking equally confused. “Well... this.”

“You kissing Phil?”

Dan gives her a weird look. “...yeah.” He pauses. “I mean, I hoped I’d be able to suppress the urge forever, but... I kind of knew it was unlikely I’d be able to do that. Especially as alcohol turns me into a sexual deviant.”

Louise sits back in her chair, her mouth falling open. Can Dan be saying what she thinks he’s saying? A shockwave splashes over her, soaking her in pure astonishment.

“Are you telling me you have feelings for Phil?”

Dan laughs, which baffles her. Then he stops, staring at her. “You’re serious?”

Louise shrugs, nodding.

“What the- how could you not have realised that, Louise?!”

“Me?! You’ve never said!”

Dan shoves his face into his hands, groaning. “Oh my God. What did you think was happening all those times I rang you complaining about how hot he was?”

Louise casts her mind back through the many conversations she’s had with Dan about Phil, trying to see how she could have missed this.

“I just thought you were mentioning it generally!” She cries, shrugging. “I tell you how hot Zoe is all the time!”

Dan looks up at the ceiling, barking a laugh. “That’s not the same! I mean- I’ve talked to you about having sex dreams about him for fuck’s sake.”

Again, this does not register as abnormal. “So? I’ve had tons of sex dreams about my friends. I’ve probably had one about you at some point. Same as I’ve probably had one about Darcy’s fifty-year-old music teacher! That does not mean I have feelings for either one of you!”

Dan apparently does not share this point of view, and refuses to let this drop.

“I called you crying about it one time!”

“You’re not the most emotionally stable person, Dan. I just thought-”

“What about when I told you I wear his clothes to feel close to him!?”

“You’re quite possessive over one another in general.” Louise replies, sipping the last of her cappuccino. “Everyone knows you wear each other’s clothes. I didn’t think there was much to it. You’re best friends.”

“Okay, whatever.” Dan says at last, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Somehow you missed the fact that I’m crazily, obsessively in love with my best friend and have been since I was seventeen.”

“You’re...what?”

Louise and Dan hear the voice at the same time, and freeze, their eyes boring into one another. Heck, Louise is not in love with the guy, but even she can recognise Phil’s voice without needing to look.

God knows what Dan is thinking right now.

Slowly, painfully, Dan turns, his face white and sickly. Louise drags her eyes to the space behind Dan, cringing slightly as she takes in the sight of Phil, equally as exhausted, standing just to the side of their table.

His hair is messy, as though he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes are also surrounded by purplish dark circles. He’s not dressed for a cold winter morning, in a shirt and tight black jeans - probably what he wore to the party last night.

“Phil...” Dan says, trailing off at once. “I didn’t... I’m so sorry...”

“I’ve been looking for you all night.” Phil tells him, sounding wrecked. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

Dan shakes his head, mouth pressed into a tight line. “I couldn’t, Phil. I couldn’t bear it.”

“Bear what?”

“I couldn’t bear to hear you say you don’t...” Dan swallows, looking away. “That you don’t feel like I do. I was wrong to kiss you like that, I know. I just... you looked so... you always look so...”

Louise outright gasps when Phil leans in to kiss Dan. She claps a hand over her mouth, eyes wide in shock as she watches Dan’s eyes widen, then close.

Christ, Louise thinks to herself, she really needs to pay better attention. These two have been crushing on one another this whole time?

Phil draws away after a moment, and his eyes are shining with moisture. “Don’t run away this time, okay?”

Dan sniffs, and a tear falls onto his cheek. He nods readily, seeming transfixed on Phil’s face.

Phil smiles at him, tiredly, and finds his hand. Then, he turns to Louise, still smiling.

“Sorry Lou, it’s really, really good to see you, but I think we need to get home.” Phil tells her apologetically. “Neither of us have slept, and we have... a lot of things to talk about.”

Louise nods, smiling broadly. Her own eyes sting with tears, her heart thumping with joy on their behalf.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous.” Louise tells him, gesturing for him to go. “I’ll see you both soon. Go wrap each other up in blankets.”

Phil nods, pulling Dan to his feet. Dan doesn’t resist. He allows Phil to lead him, like a trained puppy, speechless in the face of the situation.

Phil reaches over to pluck the cherry from Dan’s plate before he goes, and deposits it into his mouth, smiling sheepishly at Louise.

“Thanks for looking after him.” He tells her, and then gives her a small wave, leading Dan towards the exit, their hands still tightly clasped together.

#this got away from me woah #no idea what time period this is meant to be but sure!#fluff #louise x dan #prompts #hope you liked it!#anon #ellen answers

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