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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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Teen!Reader finding Alastor all beaten and bruised after the finale and getting worried, insisting in patching him up, etc, while Alastor during the entire time is having a moment of realization like "oh, this kid ACTUALLY cares about me"

(This is platonic obviously, reader sees him like a weird older brother/father figure and looks up to him idk)

I love it. Simple, enjoyable and to be honest, we’ll just pretend Alastor had his sick solo in the finale before we showed up and I suppose Al will be quite unhinged and aggressive in this state so goddamn. Also, my second time writing about the finale

Platonic! Alastor- Reaching Out

“You son of a bitch, I am trying to help you!” You growl out, now half-wrestling with the Radio Demon himself, after his lose battle against Adam. Whilst Adam has been finally defeated at Lucifer’s hand then killed at Niffty’s knife. It’s clear as crystal that Alastor isn’t taking his own defeat well at all. He’s aggressive, completely lost his usual charismatic, well-mannered demeanour, he’s breaking down and barking at you to back off as you’re still trying to pry his own hands off the visible red bleeding wound over his chest

You’ve found this retreating deer out of pure luck and now, you’re acting on your compassion for him to try make the process of healing less painful for him

You’re the only Hazbin Hotel staff member that actually treated Alastor more than an annoyance standing there. He isn’t the best guy at there, never. No, but he isn’t as bad as Vaggie or Husk claim he is. However, right now, he’s boiling your blood with how much he is refusing to let you even touch him, despite the fact he needs to be patched up. He’s low on power, his cane is snapped in half, he’s limited and requires help

“I don’t need your help, Leitora!” Alastor barks back in possibly the most unhinged way you’ve ever seen, basically backing into a wall. He can’t even notice how worried you actually are, how you’re getting frustrated because you’re worried and you’re the only one who has been looking for and have found Alastor whilst everybody else is celebrating the victory over Adam. You’re the one looking for and now looking out for the man you actually find quite nice. He isn’t as patronising to you, for whatever reason, Alastor’s decent and it’s almost like he wants to be some type of figure in your life with how he behaves

“Stay still before you bleed yourself to unconsciousness, you narcissistic edible piece of shit!” You only say this so cruelly, sharp and half loud as to put Alastor into his place, prove to him you’re not backing down whilst you finally win the half wrestling session you have with the weakened and distressed Overlord, already beginning to check around for the entire length of the wound and use what little excess fabric your current clothing has to make a makeshift bandage for this wound

This is surprising, you’re possibly two times his age. A teenager, if not 15-16 at the oldest upon your human death and you’re acting more mature than the biologically 34 year old. Alastor just stayed quiet, tall fluffy deer-like ears still pinned back and suffering through the intense pain. He wouldn’t admit that he is quite grateful that somebody is around but at the same time, he doesn’t want to get attached to any soul

It took him a proper glance at the cute young sinner he found it fun to playfully tease, mock and behave like a clingy overprotective big brother to piss off, that they genuinely care for him. That they aren’t lying or pretending as to get something out of him like he suspects everybody in the Hotel, including Charlie, is

This is so much different than he suspected, he was believing he’d be going back to his radio tower to vent out his rage at being smacked in the face of such a pathetic opponent

Ending up being the pathetic opponent. He hates showing his weakness and he can barely keep himself from snapping but he also can feel his racking nerves ease up a bit at this strong, confident yet sweet and compassionate kid trying to take care of him when they have no actual requirement to do so

Alastor takes a few more seconds to think and speak, not even realising he was sat down by you as he was thinking frantically about how his own mischievous and mocking behaviour as some type of surrogate brother for you was more than just something down to see your reactions for his own amusement, he does feel some type of family-based affections for you

Now, that affection has been bumped up even more. He definitely owns you a lot for caring about him like some surrogate little sibling when all he does for you is annoy you. He doesn’t even know that you actually look up to him like some type of family figure… so, the familiar feelings are mutual

“Fuck… can you just be careful with the coat? This is my treasure”

(A/N: Real quick. Leitora means ‘Reader’ in Portuguese, this’ll be our name for any none anime posts. There’s two versions; Leitora as the feminine version and Leitor as the masculine version. You can use either for us! I got this from Google Translate)

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delinquentfiction · 2 months

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A Day in With Alastor

Content: x reader, no use of y/n, fluff, indoor picnic, platonic romance, short read, cozy

No TW

Less than 1,000 words

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Rain pattered softly against your window as you curled up with a good book, enjoying a cozy afternoon indoors. You had just reached an exciting climax in the plot, your position changing from a lazy shrimp-like position to sitting up, slightly wide eyed and taking a closer look at the page as if the words would run away if you didn’t. As the grand exposition came at an all high, a crinkle of static interrupted your focus and a sigh escaped your lips.

“Good afternoon, my dear!” Greeted Alastor’s filtered voice cheerfully. You gave a small smile, bookmarking your page as the Radio Demon manifested in your room.

“Hello Al,” you said fondly with only slight irritation. You patted the couch cushion beside you as an invitation. Alastor took a seat, draping one arm casually along the back of the sofa.

“And how are we enjoying this dreary day?” He inquired, taking your book to peer at the cover curiously.

“It was going well until you interrupted my reading,” you teased. “Now I’ll have to start the chapter all over again!”

Alastors’ smile widened impishly. “Forgive me, darling, but I came with a proposition to make your afternoon much more diverting than literature.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Alright, I’m listening. What did you have in mind?”

Had it been a few months ago, you would have been much more wary of this offer of his. Always intimidating and ominous, he had managed to have a natural repelling aura that kept you away for the longest time since you moved in all that time ago. It all changed one night when you couldn’t sleep. You had been listening to old records you kept in your room and hardly ever used them as you didn’t want to disturb the other people living here. The music was kept low and you hummed along, but it wasn’t low enough, it seemed, as Alastor had recognized the songs and invited himself in. Ever since that small instance you and him had grown quite close.

Setting the book aside, Alastor snapped his fingers. A picnic basket appeared on the coffee table before you, tied with a tartan ribbon. “A picnic in the parlor, my dear! I packed all your favorites.”

Your smile widened as you were touched by his thoughtful gesture, irritation from earlier suddenly evaporated. Alastor didn’t show affection often, so these little acts of care always meant the world. “What a lovely idea! I suppose I can forgive the interruption just this once.”

Together you unpacked delicate finger sandwiches, pastries, fruits, and various small dishes made by the man himself. Human flesh excluded, most likely. Making yourself comfortable on the rug, you sipped some cider and occasionally fed each other bites between chatting amiably. Alastor stayed away from the pastries and sweeter fruits as he only really packed them since he knew you were fond of them. The various dishes stayed on the savory side, a few that had a bit of kick to them, a lot of it probably being foods he made for his mother when he was alive. Every new scent from every plate that was brought out made your mouth water all over again even when you already felt full.

The rain picked up tempo against the windows as you whiled away the afternoon enjoying each others’ company. Eventually the food was finished, yet you lingered close. Even closer when you got back on the couch and basked in the warmth and rare intimacy of the moment.

Alastors’ arm found its way around your waist as you leaned against his side, head resting on his shoulder. His clawed hand came up and idly toyed with strands of your hair, sending shivers of delight down your spine.

You felt contentment here, in the warmth of the fire and of your friend with a full stomach. The woody yet metallic smell coming off of him could keep you here forever if it’d be allowed. You pull back a little to check on him, searching his face for any signs of discomfort as you know he’s not entirely fond of having this much contact with others, You eyes met his crimson, slightly glowy ones that only looked back at you fondly and half-lidded. It seemed genuine as is but him lightly brushing your hair behind your ear sold it further. He felt just about as ok with this as you felt.

“You surprise me, my dear.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I never thought I’d find myself in the company of another in this way, Yet here we are. In each others’ arms and quite content.” He leaned in, forehead against yours.

You brought a hand up to cradle his sharp cheek, overjoyed by this development. “Alastor, you know I care for you deeply. I am always here if you’re ever feeling touch starved.”

His ever-present smile simmered into a smirk before so painfully tenderly placing a peck on your forehead. “Thank you very much. If you would like, I could repay you for these small moments in grandeur if we strike a deal.”

#radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #Alastor x reader #cozy #fluff #fun #short story #platonic romance #admin bear

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glow-worms-are-believers · 6 months

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Just like heaven (dp x dc)

So.

Maybe diving head first into a rapidly disappearing portal in pursuit of the Phantom Menacetm was something she could’ve thought about a little longer. Because, though it was generally a good thing Valerie didn’t know when to quit, it also tended to lend her in difficult situations. This time she had landed herself in a strange city with no idea of how to get back home.

Worse still, Phantom and his furry partner in crime were nowhere to be found which mean she couldn’t threaten them into answering her questions.

“Alright, Val,” she muttered. “You can do this.”

She looked around wearily, noticing the seedy atmosphere of the urban landscape she’d found herself in. Valerie turned towards the other end of the unfamiliar dirty alley and spotted a shadowed figure.

“Hello?” Valerie called out but the person didn’t move.

The teen hesitated a bit before approaching slowly. “Hi, sir?” She tried again.

There was still no answer, so Valerie walked up to the figure. She side-stepped to place herself in front of the figure to find herself facing what looked like a teenage girl wearing an oversized purple hoodie and sweatpants.

“Hey,” Valerie repeated, waving her hand in front of the girl’s face. “Are you ok?”

The girl’s eyes widened as she looked up into Valerie’s visor. “You can see me?”

Valerie frowned behind her helmet. “Uh, yeah?”

“You can see me,” the girl repeated, her blue eyes, wide.

“Uh,” Valerie let out. “Do you need help?” She couldn’t help but ask though she herself was in a pickle already, the girl was clearly in distress.

“No, it’s just-“ the girl’s voice hitched. “Nobody has been able to see me.”

Valerie raised a hand to pat the girl on the shoulder awkwardly, as she didn’t know what to say to that but as she did, her hand passed straight through the girl as if she wasn’t even there.

“What the-” Valerie almost cursed.

“Are you a medium?” The girl asked, uncaring of the fact someone had just put a hand through her shoulder. “Please I need your help.”

“My help,” the teen vigilante repeated blankly as she struggled to reconcile her previous encounters with ghosts and this very human-looking girl in front of her.

“I think-” the girl started haltingly before taking in a steadying breath. “I think I died.”

#So the girl is Stephanie who is currently in a coma after her run as Robin brutally ended #this is based on that movie Just Like Heaven #So long story short Steph isn’t dead but she thinks she is (she’s in a coma)#Valerie can see ghosts cause of amity park making its people liminal #Stephanie brown x Valerie Grey #Or can also just be platonic #Also Valerie is stuck in Gotham and she has to get home #I’m thinking the vigilantes don’t like her much #Steph acts as a shoulder angel whispering stuff in her ear #I don’t know how coherent this is but like basically it’s just the plot of Just like heaven but with added vigilantes #dc x dp #dp x dc #roxpoxwrote #roxpox #valerie gray #stephanie brown

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ze-writing-qprs · 1 month

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Bad Day?

Velvette x Model GN!Reader [QPR]

Queer-Platonic Relationship [🩷] (can be read as romantic)

Short & sweet (Fluff/Comfort)

written in 1st person reader pov

Willing to make part 2 if the people want it👍

“Are you stupid! Those pants look daft, do you want to lose your job?”

“Those look bloody dreadful and NOT in a good way. Get out of my sight.”

The set was busy, I could hear Velvette fussing about the designers’ incompetence from the door. Assistants and models rushed around in a hectic manner desperate to please her or to flee the scene before they became a victim. Today was my day off, but I wanted to see Velvette.

“Hi, Love,” I looped an arm around Velvette’s neck loosely, “are you doing alright?”

“Ugh, not at all, Darling,” Her arms dropped to the side as she leaned into the partial hug, searching for a bit of relaxation.

“How about after this set we go sit down for a bit and have some lunch?”

“That sounds amazing.”

My other arm found her waist as she turned to fully lean into me. I massaged the back of her neck with the arm resting around her shoulder. Her hands circled my waist and hugged for comfort. We stood like that for a few minutes.

Kissing the top of her head I gently push her weight off of me. She frowned, still holding on to me.

“Let's finish this last set of clothing and then we can cuddle, ok?” I reiterate my previous suggestion.

Velvette narrowed her eyes at me, “You better hold up to that promise.”

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iluvfinnmertens · 1 month

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Hey! I loved the lucifer x male reader w anger issues! I’m not the original requester, but could I request u do something like that with Alastor. I’d love to see what u think would happen! :) sending love!!

જ⁀➴ Alastor x short tempered! male reader (platonic!!) ๋࣭ ⭑

alastor deals with your anger issues and to be honest it is quite entertaining! <;3

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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Details: ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

๋࣭ ⭑ Request: requested :D

๋࣭ ⭑ TW: none!

๋࣭ ⭑ Word Count: idk its headcannons lol

๋࣭ ⭑ Timeline: after episode 8

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Headcannons:

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● Alastor when he meets you immediately can tell what ticks you off. He uses it against you. He wants to piss you off.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● Alastor frankly wouldn't help you chillax; he'll just sit back and watch what happens. Chuckle a bit after you lose your temper on an innocent member of the hotel.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● Charlie one day asks if he can help calm you down and he reluctantly agrees and does it the way he knows best, scares the shit out of you!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● Alastor finds music is a good way to calm you down but keeps it to himself unless absolutely necessary.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● He would eventually just hand you headphones once he gets bored of watching.

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misstycloud · 1 year

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Yan! Platonic brother x reader x Yan! Boyfriend

Summary: You and your boyfriend have decided to have a movie night, but it seems like your brother won’t let you have the evening to yourselves.

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“Okay, what movie do you want to watch?” You asked and stepped up on the porch.

“I don’t know, you decide.” Tim responded with a kind smile, he always let you chose the movie. Honsestly, sometimes you wished he wasn’t so compliant.

“What, is there really nothing YOU’RE interested in?” You whined, turning the keys and unlocking the front door.

Tim shrugged and said, “Whatever you chose is fine.”

You silently stared at him, and he gazed lovingly back at you, you blinked and he did too. Finally you gave up and sighed, opening the door to your home. As the two of you were kicking off your shoes in the hallway, another figure emerged from within the house. It was your twin brother, Kai.

“Sis, you’re back! Are you-“ he stopped the moment he discovered you had company over, and gulped down the sneer that almost overcame him. The (h/c) haired boy cleared his throat in a forced manner, “O-oh, I don’t know you brought company..”

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you. But it’s fine right? Tim and I are just gonna watch a movie in my room.” You had forgotten to inform your brother about your guest, but you assumed it didn’t matter much since he visited a lot anyway.

“But I thought WE were gonna watch something tonight.“ Kai muttered, dejected.

“Right, um, can we do that another night?” You expressed apologetically. You had been so busy with action that you completely overlooked your agreement to stream Kai’s favourite show with him.

The boy in question hesitated before giving you a weak nod. “Sure…”

You expressed your gratitude by hugging him. “Thanks!” You exclaimed.

Before he even had the chance to reciprocate the action, you were already heading further inside and Tim soon followed, leaving Kai to his lonesome in the hallway.

You stood in the kitchen and poured snacks in big bowls and grabbed drinks from the fridge, preparing for the evening. Your boyfriend just sat on one of the kitchen chairs, watching you move about. He would have liked to help you organise things, if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew you’d immediately object and kick him out of the room in order to work in peace without him interrupting by offering his aid. You’d say that he was a guest and you had invited him there, not the other way around. So the person to fix everything should be you.

The blonde would have loved to do absolutely everything for you, but you were just so stubborn. Barely letting him hold the door for you, saying that you didn’t want to take advantage of him in any way. Oh, if you only knew of the things he was willing to do for you, all you had to do was ask. He would blackmail, he would lie, beat someone to a pulp, he’d commit murder as well. He had heard you in school, complaining to your friend about no one seemingly having any interest towards you and asking you out.

You confessed to them that you became insecure over it, there were hundreds of students in your collage, did really not a single one of them think you were somewhat attractive. God, he wanted to step out from the corner he was hiding and yell that it wasn’t true in the slightest. You were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his life and probably most others, too.

The true reason why not a single soul had taken a chance with you was because of Tim, himself. But he couldn’t help it! He wasn’t the one to blame when you suddenly appeared, like an angel, in his life. It wasn’t your fault for being so wonderful, either. That’s just how you were, so cute, warm and incredibly kind.

The perfect partner for him

He quickly understood he couldn’t let you slip from his fingers and disappear from his life. Something had to be done, and he was very willing to do it if it meant he could spend all of his future days with you.

“So, are you ready for cuddles and snacks time?” You said excitedly when you finished your task.

Tim smiled, “Always.”

Waking up the stairs, you carried all the goodies in your arms. Laying them out on the table, you proceeded to open the closet to take some extra pillows and blankets to create a pillow fort. Tim, who stood behind you, seated himself on your bed and began looking for your remote control. It must have disappeared somewhere in your bed, the sheets having devoured it and making it near impossible to find.

You often watched TV late at night and it happened that your fell asleep while holding it. Which resulted in it being lost the next day. When you returned, your sweet boyfriend was laying down, remote in hand, waiting for you. You giggled and joined him on the bed, he helped you cover your bodies with the blankets you found. The movie you decided on became Titanic, because for some reason Tim hadn’t seen it.

“What, how can you not have seen Titanic?” You exclaimed, sending him a shocked look.

“I don’t know. I just haven’t, I guess.” He responded nonchalantly.

“Well we need to change your ‘unwatched’ status to ‘watched’, because you’re not going anywhere until you’ve seen it and cried.” You pressed on the play button on the remote and started the movie.

Good that you’d equipped yourselves with snacks since it was fucking long. You’ll probably be forced to take a break in between scenes in order to not fall asleep. After around an hour into the film, someone interrupted your focus towards the screen and you began to grin, it took all your willpower not to start laughing.

For under the blankets, a pair of hands had curled their way around your stomach. It appeared your sweet Tim wanted to enact snuggle time, but with the way he ‘discreetly’ tried to introduce it, he obviously forgot how ticklish you can be. He was very soft in how he hugged around you, the almost feather like touches tickled.

“Huh, why’re you laughing?” He cocked his head to the side when he noticed your muffled giggles, not understanding if you thought the current scene playing to be funny. To him, it didn’t seem like an especially joyous event.

“N-no..it’s..pfft-nothing.” Now that he moved to look at you, he unintentionally just made things worse. You tried to wiggle out of his hold in an attempt to stop his assault.

When you exhibited struggle to pry his arms off, instead off letting you go, Tim tightened his grasp and frowned at you. “What are you doing?” He asked, scanning your form up and down.

“You’re tickling me!”

The moment you uttered your complaint, he let go off you. You took a moment to breathe and heard him saying from behind you, “Ah, sorry. I didn’t notice..” he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.

“It’s fine, Tim.” You reassured, “but maybe you could just tell me you wanted to cuddle?”

“Yeah, sorry.” Tim apologised once more and pouted.

You wanted to ‘awe’ at his cute behaviour, you leaned in closer and planted a peck on his cheeks which turned bright red. A smirk made its way into his face and he threw his arms around you, without tickling you this time, of course. You shrieked as he buried his face in your neck.

“Haha!” You laughed at his affectionate antics and let yourself be pulled into his lap.

There you sat and thought about how lucky you were to get someone like Tim to date you. He was still nuzzling your nape and your attention was caught by his soft, golden curls. Playing with them, you relished in the fluffy texture and resolved to detangle his hair for him. The many small knots suggested he hadn’t combed it.

The still playing movies background noise, together with you running your fingers through his thick locks, had Tim near to fall asleep. It was amazingly soothing to be in your presence, he thought. And there was no other place he’d rather be.

The calm mood was disrupted by the door flinging open. The sound had you tumbling to the floor when you hastily pulled away from your boyfriend. Since there was only one other person in the house, it could be someone else but them who decided to barge in.

“Hey, thought since you couldn’t watch something with me and since I haven’t got anything to do, I might as well join in!” Kai said cheerfully and strolled over to see your form on the floor. “Why are you on the floor?” He asked, confused.

“Well someone who came in unannounced, kinda scared me half dead.” You grumbled at your brothers spontaneous visit, and went to resume your position on the bed. But before you could, the same person took your place beside Tim, who looked just as surprised as you.

“What are you watching?” Kai turned his attention to the bright screen and popped a chip into his mouth. “Oh, Titanic!” He answered his own question.

You sighed and let yourself from rolling your eyes. It wasn’t the first time your brother had done something like this. Ever since you first started going out with Tim, he was more clingy than usual, asking if he could come with whenever you and Tim decided to go somewhere. Times when you wanted to have some alone time- like now for example- were hindered by the (h/c) haired young man. You lived Kai, you really did. He was your brother after all! But…sometimes you wished he’d just leave you the hell alone.

Giving up, you settled on the spot beside Kai, whit Tim on the other side of him. As discreetly as possible, Tim leaned back and gave you an awkward glance which you reciprocated.

‘Sorry’ you mouthed at him. Luckily he didn’t seem mad, a little frustrated would suit his defeated expression better.

“Oh, I totally remember this scene!” Kai blurted out with an exited gasp. “Wasn’t this your favourite scene, sis?”

“Huh? Oh- yeah!”

After half an hour, nature called you and you stood up, telling the two people in your room, “I need to go to the bathroom, you don’t have to pause.” and proceeded to leave the area.

“Okay” both of them replied simultaneously and looked at each other with blank faces when they did.

“I’ll save some chocolate for you, darling.” Said Tim, lovingly smiling at you with overwhelming affection.

“Yeah, and I’ll leave chips for you.” Your twin added, also beaming.

The moment you were completely out of the room, their smiles faded and turned to blank slates once more. The monotone look eventually became sour frowns.

“I’ll save some chocolate for you, daaarling~” Kai used a high pitch voice to enact his mockery. “Ugh, gross, don’t see why my sister would date something like you.”

The offended man crossed his arms in defiance, “What?”

“I talking about your weird nicknames. She hates that stuff, you know.”

Tim huffed, “Does she, now.”

“Yeah, she mentions all the time how she hates how you refer to her as ‘sweetheart’ and ‘dear’. It creeps her out.” The (h/c) boy smirked at his victorious jab at the other man’s confidence.

The blonde tried to act like this didn’t bother him in the slightest, but if he had to be honest with himslef, the insecurity of this possibility being true made him waver. Never did he have any sort of indication you disliked his affection, so he didn’t think that you may not enjoy his nicknames. He wished to be seen as reliable and strong in front of you, and hide the side of him that was scared of being left alone.

He knew of your brothers objection of him, but he wouldn’t let him stop him from being with you. It made things harder, yes. But he was willing to anything. Getting rid of Kai probably wasn’t an option, not one that was easily made. You’d notice his disappearance immediately, especially as the two of you were living together. You split the living costs and were able to attend the same collage. The love you held for your twin was nothing he could replace, either, and he didn’t want you to be sad if Kai vanished.

“That isn’t true, she loves me and I love her. If she hated the nicknames she’d have told me long ago and you’d never heard of them.”

“Believe what you want, but it’s all in fact true.” Kai sneered. “You’re not good enough for her, you should do the right thing and leave.” He hissed.

Out of all the guys you could have gone out with, why did it have to be him? He wasn’t that smart and didn’t even have any money that could have lured you in. He was just a regular dude that happened to go to the same school, noting special about him.

Though he would have liked to have your attention on anyone other, he especially hated Tim. The only thing he had to offer was his ‘love’ and that, Kai felt wasn’t enough for his sister. You were the best sister anyone could ever have, and he was overjoyed he got to be your sibling. Who was the one to defend him against all those bullies that didn’t approve of him liking flowers when he was young? It was you. Who always let him cry on their shoulder and comfort him? It was you. Who cared for him when no one else wanted to? It. was. you.

“I’m not leaving, so better get used to it.”

“Ugh, are you deaf!” He banged his fist on the table before him, “can’t you just go a-“

“-what did I miss?” you came back from the bathroom and looked at the TV, seeing a recognisable image. “Oh, we’re at this point.”

Shifting your gaze to the two boys, your eyebrow shot up, how they focused all their attention to the screen was strange and unnatural, like they were forcing themselves.

“Did somethifng happen?”

“No- not at all!” They quickly replied.

“Everything great here.” Kai convinced you and you let this slide, thinking they might have just had their ‘bro-talk’ or something.

“O-okay..”

As you joined them, you failed to notice the harsh flares they sent each other.

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#male yandere #oc #obsessed #possesive #short story #yandere #toxic #yandere boyfriend #yandere oc #platonic yandere #platonic brother #twin #movie #cuddle #platonic brother x reader x boyfriend #bad relationships

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aroaessidhe · 2 months

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2024 reads / storygraph

Everything Under the Moon

Anthology of queer reimaginings of fairytales by mostly Australian authors

various genres, from contemporary to fantasy and sci-fi, mostly about older teens

mlm, sapphic, trans, nonbinary, demi, bi ace, and aromantic characters, some stories focusing on romance but many on familial relationships and siblings

#Everything Under the Moon #aroaessidhe 2024 reads #aromantic books #queer books #A really nice anthology of queer fairytales! definitely a mix of all sorts of stories.#Some were a bit forgettable (I mean I’m just not a short story person) but I really enjoyed others! I #I picked this up specifically because I heard there was an aromantic story (which I didn’t know much else about) and yeah it hit hard actua #it’s about being okay with loneliness and also centred around artists….so. it did make me cry a bit….#I liked that a lot of them focused on platonic r/ships - most on sibling actually? I appreciate that there were a couple sapphic aces too #I will say while the illustrations are really high quality (I especially liked the naturey ones) I found a lot of them depicted the chars #as very.....disnefied? idk. thin and generic. lacking 'imperfect' features like freckles even #(when they’re described as having them) With a couple exceptions for sure - but a lot of them were a bit samey #I would have loved some authors notes or a list of the stories because I didn’t recognise which all were inspired by #(though they’re on the endpapers; just not specified which) - I did find this in a GR review tho

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horror-beeings-artandwriting · 1 month

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May I request a short story about a tall tale that goes around the TBD (Time Balance Department) about a cookie (reader) who used to work as a high ranking scientist who used to work on all of the tech they have but an accident that came out of nowhere happened in their lab and whatever happened in their lab cost them to be shattered through time and space causing them to be forgotten but some said they had see them around the department with a different appearance but that fact is sort of not clear because they appear and disappear like a ghost and maybe... just maybe If you're lucky enough you can find them in their old lab standing in the middle of it (so basically like gaster from Undertale)

(Sorry that it's long got carried away)

OF course! sorry this took me a bit btw! I wanted to make it really good! <3

"Just a little longer." By Bee

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"All around the TBD, there's always been a story, a cautionary tale, a legend. About a cookie who went to far. Who chose to break the rules and payed the price, Listen up dear cookies, for it is time for the story of ❒︎♏︎♋︎♎︎♏︎❒︎ cookie." Maple Taffy Cookie laughs as some of the new recruits huddle around him to listen. he clears his throat. "Once a long long time ago...there was a cookie. They were known for their endeavors. Their tech. and Their need to control time....They were a high ranking scientist, always tirelessly working to improve the TBDs technology" "But one day, they decided to try something new...something the time keeper didn't know about...they wanted it to be a gift to her. To make it easier to jump from time to time, to prevent rifts as often." "But while they worked on this project...something backfired. a large explosion enveloped the room. blowing the door off, causing the floor to flood with smoke and glass. The director. the time keeper their dear friend rushed in to see if they could help...but it was to late... " "They had disappeared. Been either completely turned to dust, or shattered, not a crumb was found of their body...the time keeper shut down the science department after that..." "But some say in that old hallway that sealed off...you can still hear them working, some say if you can find a way to get in, you can see their ghost floating around...tinkering still." A hand suddenly lands on Maple taffys shoulder. "Okay Taffy, that's enough, time to get back to work." Timekeeper mutters, her face twisted into a forced grin...All the recruits jump up. and get back to their duty's maple taffy apologizes and does so as well...After checking on the rest of the staff. She turns down a hallway... Timekeeper heels click against the floor...walking slowly into a old destroyed lab...Looking around, picking up old objects and tracing their fingers on old blueprints and metal. "My dear friend. We shall unshatter you...I promise, Just hold on a little longer."

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#TBD #timekeeper cookie #platonic relationship #cookie run x reader #short story #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #crk #my writing #bee writes stuff #cookie run ovenbreak #crob #fan fic #gn reader

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musicalislife · 9 months

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These two pictures were posted on the same day. Coincidence? I think not! The fact he even tagged Käärijä in the picture.

WITH 2 HOURS DIFFERENCE

Pictures from Käärijä’s instagram story 2023.08.01.

And @ladobizovicar instagram account

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liennka · 7 months

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Fromage - part 1

Hannibal Lecter x Will's daughter/teen patient reader

Summary : When Y/N for once arrives early for her therapy, she ends up in a life-or-death situation... (s1 e08)

-> Feel free to insert yourself instead :) This is my first story and I am open to any criticism (be nice pls).

I just wanted to say that I am not the owner of this show, but I did make this story, so don't copy it without my knowledge, thank you.

Y/N was once again sat in the waiting room, awaiting her next session with Doctor Lecter. After some time, she gradually grew fond of her psychiatrist, who wore a “mask”, as she passed time trying to read his mind. It was not an easy task, but her efforts were bearing fruit as she was now able to recognise when he was bored, angry and most importantly, pleased. At that moment she knew he wouldn't be too happy with her early arrival, Hannibal didn't like his patients meeting each other, which was why they all had at least a 30 minute interval between each appointment. But her usual ride couldn't make it, and if she wanted to be on time, she had to take the bus, thus showing up an hour before she should have.

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It was roughly halfway through the previous session when she heard footsteps in the hallway. Y/N wondered who it could be, as she was Hannibal's last patient for the day. A tall black man in a suit made his way to the Doctor's door, walking slowly and steadily.

Something in Y/N felt wrong, her body hair rising and her mind automatically searching for the nearest exits. And she wasn't naive, it was her gut telling her to run. As much as she wanted to, she was cornered, the man approaching from one door and the other closed, if she tried to interrupt Lecter's session, he would kill her himself.

And when Y/N's chair was only a few meters away from him, she could finally see more details of his face. His dark expression, his dull eyes and the blood on his face. She sniffed and smelt some kind of acid and more blood, probably dried under his fingernails. Thanks to Will, she was more than just an average person, seeing few investigations and knowing the basics of corrupted minds. This man had the aura of a psychopath, the expression of a stoic killer and the smell of a mad scientist, if that wasn't enough she had no idea what was.

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She didn't knock, just quickly pulling on the doorknob, twisting it, opening the door and closing it right behind her. A man was talking and then suddenly stopped as he saw her. Y/N's body was driven by her adrenaline, not minding the psychiatrist's look of shock and displeasure.

"There is a strange man. Blood on his face and hands," she whispered, her nerves causing her voice to rise an octave.

Before Hannibal could say anything, Y/N retreated from the door and fled towards him. A few seconds after she had moved, the door opened again and that creepy man walked in. Y/N seemed to be the only one who did not know him, as the others quickly rose to their feet. Hannibal hid most of her body with himself, clearly hoping to shield her.

"Tobias?" the smaller chubby man asked, eyes wide.

"I came to say goodbye, Franklin. I just killed two men," Tobias said coolly, some blood dripping from a missing chunk of his ear.

"The police came to question me… " he added, intentionally leaving the sentence unfinished.

She tensed. Will never said where he was going, only telling her about his work when it was over. He himself never knew when Jack would snatch him and force him to solve another case. But this time she knew he was at work, leaving her no choice but to take the bus. And as always, her father would be the one to take care of all the murders in town. There was almost no chance that Will hadn't encountered this man. When Y/N looked at Hannibal, his composed facade was momentarily replaced by an expression of worry. She clutched at his jacket, her palm ruffling the cotton.

"You have to give yourself up, you might still be able to rehabilitate," Franklin pleaded with his friend.

What a bloody idiot, she thought, there was no way Tobias would surrender, Franklin was more than naive, he was suicidal at this point.

"Y/N, I want you to leave with Franklin, n-" Hannibal wasn't able to finish his sentence, but Y/N was swift and had already grabbed Franklin's suit.

"Stay where you are, Franklin!" Tobias said furiously, interrupting Hannibal.

"No, no, no. We.Have.To.Go!" Y/N added weight to each word as she stepped into his field of vision.

Franklin was momentarily flabbergasted, so Y/N took that opportunity and tightly grabbed his arm. But no matter how hard she pulled, Franklin's body wouldn't move, leaving her to try to drag him unsuccessfully towards Hannibal's desk. And then, when she thought he finally changed his mind, he turned around, not quite done with his motivational speech. He stepped back as he mumbled his words, letting her stay behind their doctor’s table. Y/N was done with him. And so was everyone else.

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“I am not alone,” Tobias replied to one of Franklin's stupid quotes

“That's right, you are not alone, nothing has happened in our real- ” Franklin's neck snapped, Hannibal behind him.

The cracking sound was disgusting, making Y/N glance away. Franklin's body fell to the ground with a 'thud', sprawling his limbs like a puppet.

"I was looking forward to that," Tobias groaned.

"I saved you the trouble," Hannibal smiled.

She was glued to the spot, watching them closely. As expected, Tobias got mad and threw his jacket on the floor. He pulled an iron cord from his pocket, a kind of weapon she had never seen before. He swung it a few times like a jojo, forcing Hannibal to retreat. Y/N made eye contact with her therapist and decided it was time to leave. She backed away to the patient's exit, not taking her eyes off the dangerous man for a second. Tobias tossed the wire at Hannibal and kicked him against the bookshelf. It looked bad for Hannibal, maybe if she was fast enough, she could call police. But only if she gets out first.

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Y/N had her hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly to prevent any sound from escaping. Much to her bad luck, it clicked and Tobias noticed.

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#child reader #teen reader #original character #hannibal nbc #will graham #hannibal lecter #short story #story #alternate universe #self insert #female reader #platonic #hurt/comfort #y/n #hannibal

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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months

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I had a silly idea, what about an Cheshire Cat!reader x Alastor? (Feel free not to do this dearie ( ·∀·) )

Haha. OMFG. A Cheshire Cat would really match with Alastor well! So, thank you, Lady Beelzebub! I’ll try this out!

Alastor- A Little Game

Vaggie has been so frustrated. Charlie has been trying to ease the crew. Husk is on the verge of murdering somebody. Niffty is annoyed that her cleaning equipment is gone. Angel is quite amused by what’s going on and Alastor is very invested in the cause

Lately, the Hazbin Hotel has been dealing with a suddenly appearing invisible menace causing pranks after pranks nonstop; locking or trapping up doors, stealing items and storing them high up, whispering out in the halls at night

Alastor didn’t suspect he’d ever run into the culprit of all this trouble but he has. After Charlie had been giving Vaggie a calmdown pep talk, the Princess politely asked Alastor to check around the hallways for any more prank remnants, the Overlord did so, just to see what he may find… and he made a incredible discovery

A floating cat-like sinner with magenta and pink colouring, most importantly, a big Cheshire wide grin. A rival of Alastor’s own smile and with almost half a body, as if cut in half

The sinner was in the midst of setting up a trap consisting a big silver bucket full of thick blood over the top of Alastor’s own hotel room door, but they’ve been caught in the act

And Alastor doesn’t plan on dealing out punishment… he’s too amused

“Ah… you must be the little troublesome beast causing so much disrupt in this Hotel?” Alastor asks almost immediately with literally no malice towards what’s been going on, his transatlantic accent smooth and almost making his voice sound more friendly and warm than he actually is as this cat sinner… or otherwise, you

Just giggles under your breath and disappears into thin air properly with the wide grin floating in the air for a few seconds almost magically before dissipating with you

“And if I have?” Your voice rings out after a few more seconds of silence, disembodied, invisible. You can’t be tracked with eyes but Alastor’s powerful magic can pinpoint where you are by detecting your own demonic magic, sharply looking over his shoulder to be greeted with your floating head

Just your head… no body, it’s like before when it was half of your torso. Now, it’s just your head. Your magic is a lot like the storybook fairytale character, Cheshire Cat

But that’s because you’re the most Cheshire Cat person anybody will ever met. Alastor couldn’t help but be so amused by you; you’re skilled, you’re snarky, you know what you’re doing and you’re resourceful, good at planning

Able to have avoided being caught by everybody in the Hotel for months now and you’re lucky enough to have been caught by the one member who enjoyed the chaos and madness the pranks caused

“I believe you must avoid the others if so” Alastor proclaims, almost mysterious and still silky in that radio-laced but classy and dapper tone as you tilt your head confused. For the first time, you’ve been snapped out of your mischievous chaotic demeanour

You suspected him to bark, to growl, to be annoyed so him not is so odd to you but quickly brushing it off, you manifest your whole body into frame. Cute fluffy striped cat-like ears flicking and long fluffy cat-like tail curling around, almost like a coil spring

You couldn’t really understand this Overlord, something you don’t like. You’d prefer people to be confused by you, by your style of insanity and madness, by your enjoyment of causing so much disorder and high-tension emotions

You were about to speak, basically floating over his shoulder before Alastor beats you to the punch. You can’t tell if you’ll like him or despise him with the way he speaks, almost condescending

“If you’re going to make my project topsy-turvy, I suggest do a better prank”

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timelessstardust99 · 3 months

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I really want to write an Alastor short story with the reader being Alastor's biological mother (with her being in heaven), but it would be angst with a happy ending.

Like, that would be so cute, him seeing his mother again.

#wendigo alastor hartfelt #x reader #alastor & reader #platonic #aroace alastor #alastor hartfelt #short story #angst with happy ending #fluff and angst #mother and son #the reader is Alastor's mother #female reader #mother

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akiraiscute · 4 months

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Steven Universe X Reader

Platonic relationship between Steven and Reader<33

Steven Universe(not future) X Gem!Sister!Reader

Steven looked at garnet a bit pleadingly as he wanted to go on the mission with them! You looked over at steven and sighed before giggling and doing the same, even if you were allowed to go as You couldn’t get hurt badly like Steven could. Maybe yes you could off scratch your gem, you could off poofed. But you can come back, unlike steven.. he.. can’t. And you still wonder how did he find you as a sister when you both look nothing alike, maybe it’s because you look more human than the rest of the gems? You just don’t know but now greg is getting used to calling you daughter or something! It’s embarrassing.. Garnet’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“As along as you both don’t get hurt.”

Garnet said as steven cheered, you were absolutely shocked before smiling and nodded along as Steven jumped up and down. Steven quickly turned to you, grabbing your hand gently and pulling you up the stairs to his room saying.

“You’re gonna help me pack!!”

“Oh.. Alright?..”

You sat down on his bed, Steven taught you all the words or really, putting on what Greg told him to you four. As steven takes out his burger backpack you remembered what to bring really but don’t remember where the other three put it.. They probably have it so you didn’t have to worry, you watched steven pack food, a weird yellow thing that was big and like a square but didn’t question it as he kept showing you each thing he was gonna bring. You nodded a bunch of times, well you and the gems didn’t need food but steven did.. it was weird but Amethyst got into it quickly since you been with the Crystal gems. Which was awhile as you were there since Steven was just a baby and knew about rose, met her only once and thats when she introduced you to the Crystal gems. She was mainly interested about how you were the first gem she found on the planet earth, in reality.. you were left here in the war, getting poofed and stayed like that until everything was over, you yourself was shocked that you survived.

You turned around, before standing up. Steven was running downstairs to create his own sandwiches, he always said they were good but you couldn’t even find it in you to try out them at all, You walked downstairs lile steven did but you were trying to be completely clearful as well so you couldn’t fall at all.

“Ima go check on the gems!”

You said before going into the homeroom for your gem and trying to find the basement, you already know that they are probably talking about this in garnet’s room. Sorta forgetting that you had to go through the heart of the gems room to get to hers, you gotten through everything as the gems were there, pearl yelling about how dangerous this is for steven while Amethyst saying that it’s probably alright for him. As Garnet was in the middle, sighing.

“He shouldn’t be allowed! This is probably more dangerous than any of our missions Garnet!”

“He has learnt his weapon! He’s alright pearl!”

Garnet hasnt said anything as the both of them went on and on until you spoke up.

“It is dangerous but he just now has been getting into his gem powers and he is excited to do this, he should be allowed so. Im going for Amethyst’s side for this one.”

Saying that they both looked at you, Amethyst smiling as pearl groaned. Yes she cared about steven but it was like she was a mother hen..

“Saying that, He’s allowed as along as he follows us.”

Garnet said, You smiled up at her before cheering a bit as Amethyst did a little "Yes!" Pearl sighed knowing that she couldn’t say much, you were glad your broth-.. yea.. brother was allowed to come with you, you hoped as that.. There was gonna be more to come.

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AAA, i had to cut this short because god yall, it’s a have been waiting for this one!! But anyways, 4 more stuff to go<33 lets go!!! This is gonna be fun, totally. Thank you all for waiting<3 now ahem!! Happy new years!! Soon to be my birthday as well, 8 or so more days!!

— Akira.. Akira… Logging.. Logging of.. Off!

#akiraiscute #akira’s short stories #x reader #<3 #steven universe #steven universe x reader #platonic #platonic love #sister #and brother

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neck-thats-made-for-bruising · 5 months

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Omfg I'm so confused helpppp

So I got broken up with last week, His whole speech thing felt indirect and I know he was trying to be nice. He said 'my feelings are a little lost right now and me saying this hurts because I like you' and then went on to say 'when someone loses feelings for the other it's scary because you don't know how to act' and 'I hope you understand because I'm going through pain while typing this'

So he lost feelings right? That's what I got from that. People had always been surprised that we were still together because apparently he loses feelings for girls very fast. (They used his ex before me as an example, but that was a different story because he didn't want to date her, he liked me the whole time [I hate saying that it makes me sound like a bitch but I could just tell] )

I could tell he was having a hard time because last week he was upset some parts of the day and I was too, we could both tell that we were upset but he still tried to talk to me a bit and act like everything was normal. As the week continued he was acting 'more normal?' and started flirting with me like he had when we were dating and now we're just acting the exact same as we had.

We haven't talked about it at all in person, but he's teased me about liking/loving/daydreaming/staring at him and called me his friend (it was awkward for both of us) And he's still making flirty innuendos towards me

#asdfkja;kdafsj #confused #I think he's just being platonic???#but my sister said when boys call you short they're usually flirting #which was news to me because lots of boys call me short #but that's just because I am...#but he's always calling me short #and even replied to my story just to call me short and we had a little banter and stuff

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misstycloud · 1 year

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PLZ I NEED MORE OF EVAN CARTER

Character: Evan Carter, Andrew and Eli

Scenario: You are gone for the time being and can’t take Andrew to the first birthday party he’s been invited to since you arrived. Now your sweet husband is the one who has to accompany your son in your place.

Pressing down the pedal and steering the wheel in the right direction, Evan drove the car with the assigned destination in mind. The other week, his wife had come home after picking up Andrew at school and revealed that he'd been invited too a classmate's birthday party and parents were allowed to come as well. The plan was for all of them to attend, but it so happened that his sweetheart had something come up at work and she sadly couldn't be present. This meant that Evan had to take the kid to the party by himself.

Personally, he didn't want to go in the first place since he doesn't care for making friendly relations with others, but her enthusiasm at the invite left him with no choice but comply. It was the first sign they wee beginning to be accepted into the community of other families and he didn't want to ruin things by saying no. Especially since it seemed so important to (Y/n). While Evan wasn't fond of the idea, there was something that made it worth it; Andrew's obvious disdain toward the suggestion.

The man first believed the boy would politely reject it, to his curiosity the opposite happened. Andrew actually said yes. The dark haired man supposed he didn't want to disappoint her either. Due to circumstances little Eli would be joining in on the fun too.

Now, the three of them sat in silence inside the vehicle, Evan driving, Andrew reading one of the books he'd gotten as a gift from his mother and Eli squirming in the backseat. The baby wasn't at all happy to be strapped in his seat with little to no entertainment, not to mention that his mama was no where to be seen. Upset, he started crying and wiggling around, snot running down his nose. As he was driving, Evan could no nothing as his young son screamed in the back of the veichle.

Now he wished he put him in the front beside him but it was to late to do anything about it now, the only option was to ask Andrew to play the part of big brother for once, even though he would rather throw himself in the Nile.

"Could you help me a bit, kid?" He tilted his head back in order for the sound to travel better while trying to keep his eyes on the road, and reached his hand to pat Eli's head. The attempted comfort didn't work like he had hoped.

No audible response came from Andrew which irked the man, but he ignored it and went again. "Did you hear me?"

Nothing. The child said nothing and simply flipped a page in his book, taking all the time in the world to read the paragraph. If his dear wife had been in the car with them she would have scolded her older son and he wouldn't have to do something, she wasn't here though. Frowning, he said in a warning tone,"Andrew."

He sighed in frustration and closed the book, "What?'' The boy glared at his step-father and then turned it to his brother who was still bawling beside him. Ugh, couldn't he have been sat in the front? What a mess the baby was, it was already awful enough to be forced to attend some dumb classmate's birthday party.

''Can you comfort your brother, I'm driving so I can't?''

Andrew glanced back at the infant and clenched his teeth. He prepared to nicely turn down the offer, yet something in Evan's expression stopped him. Huffing he did as told and reluctantly petted Eli's head, who calmed after just a few minutes and started sucking on his fingers like most babies do. In the front the father smiled at the scene he viewed in the rear-view mirror, ''that wasn't so hard now was it?''

Finally after the uncomfortable car ride the three of them rolled up in a clean drive way, multiple other cars were already parked there, however Evan managed to squeeze in. Getting out he went to open the door and unbuckle Eli, Andrew got out on his own on the opposite side. The adult proceeded to take the prepared gift in hand and venture inside the fairly large house. Through the window you could spot some people walking or standing around, the party has already started it seemed. Stepping on the porch, the dark haired man turned to face the young boy and told him, "you better behave now and make sure to engage with some kids, it will please your mother. She really wants this new life to go well, and the best way to ensure that is by creating new contacts and maintaining good relationships between us and people."

Andrew scoffed but found himself nodding in understanding anyway. Evan ringed the doorbell and waited for someone to open the front door and let them in, as he did he carefully held his baby close to his chest in a protective and loving manner.

''Oh, hello. You must be Evan!'' A woman had slung to door wide open energetically. She wore a soft pink dress and had her hair in a bun atop her head in an elegant style. He guessed she was the hostess of this celebration. Looking at the boy she said, "and of course young master Andy too-''

''It is Andrew, Mrs. Dan.'' He answered cooly, not wanting anyone else than (Y/n) to refer to him by his nickname.

''-oh, my bad then hehe.'' The woman apologised and awkwardly tried to laugh the thing off, finding his apathetic attitude unusual. Most children who came across her often took to her quickly because of her fun personalty. A gurgle drew her attention back up again and her eyes found the infant's. ''My goodness, is that perhaps the little Eli I've been hearing so much about?''

''Yes, this is our son."

"He is adorable." She awed, "well don't just stand there, come in!"

The moment Evan set a foot inside a group of kids bolted passed him, nearly crashing into him. Startled, he retreated backwards as he covered Eli's head in a defensive act.

"Kids calm down, there is a baby here! Be careful!'' Mrs. Dan screamed after the group. With an exhale she apologised to her guest, "I'm terribly sorry, Josh must have gotten them riled up. He always go a little crazy on his birthday, haha."

He swallowed his irritated expression and said instead, "It's alright."

Continuing to walk deeper into the home they spotted many decorations, on the walls and tables and shelves. In the living room sat all the adults around a table, they were chatting loudly and laughing, adding to the happy aura of the place.

"This is Evan and Andrew, (Yn)'s family." She added at the end, clearing up their identities.

The other guests nodded in acknowledgement. The host brought out a chair for him to sit on and he thanked her. Then she said to her younger guest, "the other children are probably upstairs, it won't be hard to find them I promise."

Andrew frowned and asked, "I'm not really feeling up to playing today, would it be okay if I stayed here?" He'd die if he was forced to handle some spoiled brats, they'd drain is energy like leeches. Though he would much rather be at home then anywhere else it was more preferable to be with the adults. Andrew thought if he played it off as feeling a little under the weather he'd get away with it, sadly it didn't go as planned.

"Oh, I guess that if you're-"

"No I think you'll be fine, it'll be good for you to get to know your classmates better." Evan interrupted Mrs. Dan, he continued, "I did give you some aspirin before, you'll be fine." He insisted, and Mrs. Dan supposed she couldn't disagree with the child's parent, he must know best after all.

The boy could not express how he wanted to throw the stupidly sugared cake in his face, instead of acting upon his thoughts he simply gave him a wry smile and complied. Right as he was ushered upstairs he sent one last look of exasperation in his step-father's direction. As soon as the youth was out of sight the other parent's broke their previous conversations and regarded the newcomer.

"So, how long have you been married?'' A blonde woman asked while sipping on a cup of coffee.

"A little more than a year." Evan bounced his baby and wiped a scant amount of drool trailing down the corner of his mouth.

"That isn't very long."

"I suppose..." continuing to busy himself with Eli in hope to endure their troublesome company, but a few of them appeared to be more persistent than what he thought.

"Well, I don't mean to pry, though I am curious to who the boy's father is.'' She glanced to the steps leading to the floor above, where all the younger individuals resided, obviously talking about Andrew. For someone who apparently didn't want to stick their nose into othet people's bussiness she sure stared at him with an awful inquisitive aspect.

"He was..my wife's former partner." Wanting to leave the subject at that the dark haired man spoke a curt and short sentence.

"Yes yes, that is obvious, the boy looks nothing like you after all. But what happened?"

"I don't know."

He does, he made sure to know everything about your past.

"Really, you sure he didn't...eh...leave..?"

''No, he did not leave."

The mood changed and the temperature dropped several degrees. Why was it that she didn't understand how he didn't want to talk about that topic. He didn't enjoy bringing up the past one bit. It was mainly because of his jealousy towards your former lover, the man lit a flame of resentment inside his chest and had him clenching his fists.

"Then he died? He must have otherwise (Y/n) wouldn't have married you-"

'Crash!'

The loud smash echoed in the house and pulled everyone out of the tension and pointed their attention towards the second floor, where the crash had come from. A second of stillness, and then the adults rushed to get on the stairs first, trampling on each others feet in the process. When they reached the room to where the sound originated, all got to see what had caused the ruckus. Inside the room a table was tipped over on its side, the vase planted on it laying on the floor in a depressing state but luckily not broken. In the middle of this was none other than the boy this feast was orchestrated for.

Josh's eyes welled up in tears and he cradled his right arm in pain. Mrs. Dan ran over to him and shreiked at his injured arm. "W-what happened?''

"H-he did it.." Josh raised his good arm and pointed at Andrew, calling him out as the culprit. The boy in question looked down at the floor, letting his bangs cover his expression and having it unknown to any other than himself. He said nothing as the guests whispered around him, surprised that he would do something like that, he didn't seem the type since he was always so polite otherwise. Evan would have pinched the bridge of his nose if he could, now he carried Eli with him so that wasn't possible.

It wasn't long until the Carter family sat in the car again. Evan couldn't care less about the brat who hurt himself in whatever fight the kids had gotten themselves in. His concern now was how he would explain things to his wife.

“Worst party ever?”

“Yes, definitely.”

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