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fandomobbsessedb · 1 month
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Alastor x F!Overlord!Reader
AN: this is the result of the first poll I posted, Alastor won so here we are!
I’ve kinda broken this into two bits in this one shot, there’s a warning farther down if you want to keep within the ideas of “headcannon” but farther below I have the start of a story, I got a bit carried away and am too far gone to delete it.
⚠️Warnings: mentions of blood, death, weapons, smoking, maybe 1 instance of cannibalism ( but its more in the sense of revenge rather than a canabalistic reader) (idk man it’s hell if your triggered don’t read 😭) this is really long already so I might just break it up or continue it to make a part 2. I have a LOOOOOOT of references in here to so many things, if you guys can pick up on them leave a comment and I’ll tag list you in my next fic if you want! Or don’t I honestly couldn’t care less it’s just for fun :p
Reader is referred to with afab terms.
Pt2-
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• In your life you tried to stay on “the right” path. Your parents raised you right, you tried your hardest to be nice, and where always on your best behavior, but after getting the short end of the stick for too long you kinda… loose it.
• You ended up in hell after a night out partying with some of your most valued clients, when you went to drive yourself home the heel of your stiletto got stuck under the gas pedal, as you tried to pull it out you took your eyes off the road and 💥 BAM 💥 you where hit by a large grocer truck.
•Opening your eyes to a red wasteland, the bright flash of lights and the smell of brimstone flood your senses. Looking down to try and gather your bearings you notice your whole body wasn’t (skn/tn) anymore… it was marble grey?
“Where… where am I?” I mumbled under my breath, trying to gather my surroundings, a bright flashing catches my eyes, a gigantic neon sign in the sky gives me my anwser…
“Welcome to Hell!!!”
“Hell…. I’M DEAD?!!!!” I groaned out through barred teeth and stood to my feet, looking around I saw definite signs, this was Hell alright. A blood red sky, fires everywhere, little sinners running around stabbing and shooting one another.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, ALL MY WORK, MY SHOPPING EMPIRE, MY CLOSET, MY AWARDS, MY EVERYTHING, RAAAAAAHHH!!!” In my anger I grabbed the nearest sinner and threw them to the ground, putting my foot between their shoulder blades and grabbing their arms.
“You’re gonna tell me right now, what the hell is going on, WHY AM I DEAD AND HERE-” I shouted in their ear, seeing blood come out… oh shit I probably burst their ear drum… oh well, I’ve done that plenty of times to my assistants.
“D-d-do you mean, like in hell, or or just this area?” They questioned nervously. To be fair they were a scrawny little thing…
“What in the-“ I paused to look around, then referred back to this little shit “actually HELL are you talking about?”
“W-w-well, you must, *gulp* you must be new here, huh?” It asked with a weary smile and a weak little laugh, probably trying to ease the tension. “Well, down… down here, we uh, we have overlords who- who rule certain areas, we’re in Ms.Leefolt’s t-t-t-territory right now, I mean, our king Lucifer, Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar rule all of hell…”
“Well, that certainly is… intresting.” I smirk and stand up, releasing his arms but not letting my foot off his back. “So these, overlords… are they appointed by your king, or born into or something?” I question with a sharp red nail in between my teeth, thinking…
“No, no ma’am just, just anyone who’s ballsy enough to, to, take over enough territory and have enough demons- sell them their souls in exchange for something. Umm- if it’s not too much of a bother, could you let me go… I- I can feel my ribs crushing under me…” it started wheezing out and trying to get a hand under its chest to place a barrier between their chest and the ground.
“Hm, well if that’s all true, I can’t let some little thing like you going around gossiping about me.” I growled looking down at this freak… pressing my heel into his spine harder.
“No! No please, I won’t say a thing I promise!! Just let me go, please… pleas-“
SPLAT-
“Whoops, my bad, I slipped.” I reasoned, pulling my now bloody leg out of his torso.
“Ohh, eeeeeew eweweweweweweeew, I’ve got bits of his, ugh, lung on my heels.” Flicking away the bits of organ from my shoes, I take a breath and another look around but this time in a planning sense. Overlords huh, well, I’ll just have to see how much this ‘miss leefolt’ likes the taste of arsenic, I wonder when the last time she had a homemade pie was….
• So of course to establish some dominance in my new living arrangement, I gutted that bitch from the inside out. I took her territory, her power, her souls, even her manor. When I went to her office to kill her I found the deed to her house and all the contracts of sinners who gave her their souls in a pretty shittily hidden safe.
• I mean, I had to work so hard to build my life up just for a stupid grocer to end it all, so this is fine… right?
• The years go by and the world changes, you became one of the most powerful and influential overlords in hell, re-establishing your power once held on earth to a business in hell. Rosie and Velvet quickly becoming your closest friends, Velvet in a more business sense and Rosie being your go to gossip gal. Both of you having elegant and refined tastes. You and Husk became friends over talking shit in a casino one night, and remained friends after his downfall. He talks to you about this, radio demon, from time to time but you haven’t heard much of him
Little do you know he knows almost everything about you~
• Your walking around Cannibal Town one day waiting for Rosie to finish a meeting, watching children run around and little carts selling all kinds of body related snacks.
I lost a bit of my sense of surrounding and almost tripped on a kid running around with his friend throwing a head back and fourth.
"Jerermy! Stop playing with your lunch and apologize to that nice lady you almost ran into."
"Sorry miss, I didn't mean too." He said looking down at the head ashamedly, then offering me a piece of the cheek. "Would you like some of this face? It's really good." He looked up at me with an excited look. "Oh thank you, but I'm waiting for lunch with my friend, I'll go to the butcher and get some though, it looks really good." I smiled my pointy teeth at him, patted his head and motioned him back to his mother, she waved to me and I nodded my head back, thinking it was time for Rosie to be done by now.
"My my, with your reputation of anger issues I would assume you would tear that poor child into bits upon realization." A staticky voice spoke behind me, tilting my head back but not my body as I don't know who it is. I look him up and down, his outfit and cane/staff thingy give off quite the powerful impression. "My, mhm, reputation?" I pester raising my eyebrow.
"Ah-hahahaha, My name's Alastor, its quite a pleasure to finally meet you in person." He introduced reaching for the back of my hand to place a kiss. Him saying his name reminded me, I too finally recognized the name. "Oh, Rosie has told me much about you." The radio demon, his names been brought up many times around cannibal town since he frequented their shops and small town locals.
"Oh yes, Rosie is one of my dearest friends" He replied linking our elbows and started walking towards the shop. "Mine as well, she is quite the darling, so let me ask you now, where you just standing there when I got to the park, or where you going to follow me in silence since I left the emporium~" He didn't stutter in his step but my revelation made the air feel a bit more, weary on his side. Reaching into my hand purse I grabbed my lipstick and hand mirror and paused my walk to apply a touch more. Looking just past my lips in the reflection I saw his eyes in the back corner snap to my down, then back up to my eyes with a tight smile. "Well, are you coming? I know Rosie hates to be kept waiting." I snapped it shut and outreached my elbow waiting for him to link his so that we could start the traverse back to Rosie's.
• After our little group luncheon with Rosie, Alastor and you didn't verbally indicate that you were closer in any sense. But physically you swayed like two tree's. Brushing branches back and fourth with the breeze, restless and apart yet labeled as "together"
• You started doing weekly business deals, him acquiring land and souls for you, and all he asked in returns is he uses that land and those souls as he pleases. Which honestly isn't a lot. When he pulls people or their shadows to come help at the hotel- their mostly your people but he always sends them back to whence they came.
• He likes to pretend he doesn't necessarily care for being around you, however he's always looking for time you two can be together, or even thinking of each other. On his radio show he'll mention new shopping, eating, entertainment locations on your turf. He knows you listen when your able to. Sometimes he uses his power to let his station be the only one playing where ever you are. In the car, in a shopping store, you could be sitting in the bathroom and it would get to the point where you can hear it from the vents. Making you roll your eyes and finish your business so you could get to your office to listen to the radio.
• Truth be told... you where falling to his whims as well. Alastor didn't necessarily have "territory" but many places in one area he had influence in and quite often frequented. When you had rips or damage to your very expensive very delicacy clothing you would walk with him to the seamstress, and afterwards you would often get tea or lunch together. Maybe he knows a good diner or two and ya’ll will sit there and eat, then get a milkshake (mostly bc you wanted one, he just indulges to make you happy though he doesn’t care for the cold sweet taste) and drink it through two straws, awwwwwwwwwwwwe!!
• When either of you knew of prestigious events happening around you invite the other to be your plus one. You go shop together to find outfits for the occasion. You started attending overlord meetings together, with yourself sat on the opposite side of Rosie, sending each other glances and touches under the table whenever Rosie wasn't looking or walked away for a brief moment. At the events you stay close together and often stand away from the crowd, whispering and gossiping together, allowing yourself a to drink silly, little do you know how well he can hold his liquor and often will be the one making sure YOU get home. Sometimes you wake up still dressed, like the gentleman he is, and sometimes you’ll wake up in some red pajama set…. Like the gentleman he is, he’s not gonna let you sleep in an uncomfortable outfit. But he’s respectful about it.
• He often send subliminal messages through your radio to help you fall asleep, to push you to coming to see him, to maybe just stay in your town if he knew something really bad was going on outside. His favorite to do is when your falling asleep he’ll play the calmest songs from his time to comfort you as you drift off.
• When he officially asked to court you he compared you to the beautiful crimson of the sky, saying your cheeks where more bright and delightful to gaze at then the morning sky, when it was particularly bright. All kinds of poetic gestures, sending crows to your windows, sending your gifts of bodies with knives in them, and the knives had small notes left for you on some quote from a book you like. Now how he knows those are your favorite books are beyond you…. you don’t talk about your books much but, maybe he’s seen you reading it at some random point in time? Who knows, not you.
• He’s all in all not a bad partner, of course when you want to go out he usually goes along with what you want to do but if there’s something he refuses to do, his claws are sinking into your arms to keep you from dragging him to do it.
• His smile is genuine around you and you adore when he lets you pet his ears~ he’s not that intimate early on in the relationship but when your just sitting on a couch or watching the sun set from somewhere and you just reach over and pet his ears, he is putty in your hands, physically he keeps his compose fairly well but inside he’s willing to do anything to keep you touching his ears, telling himself he would sell YOU his soul if it meant you wouldn’t stop, petting his ears and helping him groom his antlers, don’t even get me started on the tail… oh wait he’s already got something going on with that… well darn… hopefully you will keep accepting his caring actions rather than push them away.
——-STOP reading here if you don’t want to get into the more “story line” of this idea, if you want more of a story KEEP READING——-
• One night some sinner had gotten into your liquor stash and drank himself ditzy, you chased him into an ally way, looking to end his fucking life. Most of those where gifts from clients that most likely had aphrodisiacs and at the time where trying to get down your pants, but he drank from one of the few special bottles Alastor had gifted you and you went ballistic. You ended up catching him and killing him, and taking a tip from Rosie and ripped some of his limbs off, letting yourself indulge in the taste of warm, liquor filled blood. When you came too you realized you didn't know where you had chased him. Now covered in blood, liquor, rain, mud and whatever mess you stepped in on your way over. Seeing the iluminating lights of the sign for the Hazbin Hotel, your only thought was to try and get to Alastor.
*knock knock knock*
*creeeeeeeeeeeeeeek*
"Oh! Oh my gosh, hi! Come in Come in. " An ecstatic girl ushered you inside, making a towel appear seemingly out of nowhere and helping you dry off. "I'm Charlie, whats your name?"
"Oh, how rude of me" I respond trying to shake off my chills, my nose starts to get a bit runny. "Uhm I'm Y/N, I don't mean to sound intrusive- uh is Alastor here?" I ask hesitantly, not wanting to just barge in but after the night I've had I wasn't in too much of a mood for pleasantries.
"Oh yes! Here, why don't you sit at the bar, have some tea or water or something and I'll run up to his radio tower." She sat me down at a bar stool and walked away. The bartender was turned around already whipping me up something.
"So he's got you wrapped up here huh?" I inquired with a smirk, resting my hands under my chin and trying to keep a little composure. His wings ruffled a little bit before he reached for my favorite hell made brand of brandy, my cotten candy brandy, I'm not one for sweets but I love the zing it gives you. The kind where you loose your vision for a good 7 seconds.
"You haven't usually been one to be a stranger, what gives?" Husk asked turning around handing me my drink and a bowl of pretzels.
"Well when I saw you weren't at your usual gambling tables I didn't think to question it, thought you where maybe getting more chips... ooooor hooking up in the chip room.... ooooor selling even MORE of your soul, if that's even possible, maybe like your wings or your feathers or, like your body as a human shield in the next extermination, never thought you'd be here slinging drinks." I shrugged swirling my drinks around the glass before taking a sip.
Before he could respond he took a bit of a step back and growled really low and deep in his throat.
"Ah yes well he owed me a favor and since I took an investment in this hotel I needed a little work on it done." Alastor came up behind me with a warm towel wrapping it around my shoulders as the one Charlie gave me was wrapped around my waist keeping my legs warm... unfortunatly the sinner got caught at a bad time, I was in the middle of 'me time' before bed and was in my good silk nighty. Glad I walked to my office with my fuzzy robe and ballet slippers. I feel really warm and fuzzy, my heads all….. comfy now… is that static coming from Alast-
"Oh deerest your all wet, would you like to come up and I can help you clean up." He asked you shaking the towel on your shoulders helping you sit up. "Oh yes please" you responded looking at him with sad tired eyes.
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I took a sip of the warm tea Alastor had made me and laid back in the bath, taking it all in. I WAS just planning a quiet evening in at home, maybe snack on some treats I got in the Gluttony ring, watch some hells soap operas. Now I’m here, in my beau’s bathroom, relaxing… maybe I can convince him to let me up to his radio tower to listen to his late night show live, oh that would be fun. I wonder what it looks like up there? I’ve only ever seen his actual town house… a little ways away from town-
*CRASH *
“What the fuck?!” I sat up so fast I almost slipped, sitting on my butt… in the tub…. Shit did he spike my tea?
“Alastor? Is everything okay?” I asked loudly. Standing up carefully keeping three points of contact with the tub and the floor. I reached for a different robe he had given me, a soft red fluffy one, with (what I hope is faux ) fur along the collar and wrists.
Walking towards the bathroom door very carefully I cautiously reached for the shiny silver handle. Telling myself it’s okay but feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach, and the handle was the top of the pit…
“Alastor?” I called out again, once more not getting an answer, bringing my hands to my mouth when I heard a large thump out there, trying to keeping my composure… oh what the hell they know I’m here already. I went to turn the handle what the door got pushed in, had I been able to see what happened I would’ve seen Alastor in his demonic form and it probably would’ve scared the actual shit outta me… but NOPE
I went to open the door when it got pushed open and a bright blue flash covered all of my vision and made me feel… kinda tried… but I’m awake, almost like I’m not in my body… it’s… really hard……. To keep my….. keep my eyes …………………………….………open…….
• You collapsed to the floor slowly breathing, in a trance, feeling some sharper claws pick you up bridal style, if you weren’t so dazed out you would see Alastor frozen in time… like a paused TV… unable to get to you, or subdue your captor. You still had enough conscience to hear a muffled voice talking to a phone~
“Yeah we got her… foil chains worke—“
“Get her ba-“
“…. Longer you take the quicker……….. flasher wears-“
• Last thing you could remember hearing before completing falling out was a radio scramble in your brain, the sound going from a hollow scraggly to a tight scraggle- like turning the tv in between stations………
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AN: WELLLLL WHAT DID YA THINK???? Did you skip to down here or did you read the WHOLE thing. I really hope ya’ll like this, I’m so excited to make part 2, and maybe 3 or 4 depending on how far this goes.
Thank you to anyone who reads this and interacts in any way shape or form!!! Even if it’s just reading :) HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY AND REMEMBER
REALITY IS AN ILLUSION, THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM BUY GOLD BYYYYYYEEEEEE
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bratdykebarbie · 3 years
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📌 please put your age in your bio/pinned before following me!
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💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖
hi I’m bratdykebarbie 🍒🐰
(formerly cherryykitten, cherryybunny)
welcome to my little corner of tumblr, you can call me cherry, Barbie, or anything nice 🍒
I’m a 26 y/o lesbian femme dyke from the US 💖
not a girl but not, like, NOT a girl 🖤🩶🩷🤍🩷🩶🖤
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she/her, they/them, or a combo work for me ☺️
I’m single, monogamous, and dreaming of wife life 💖
98% subby bratty baby bottom 2% demon switch 🥺💖😈
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trans women are 100000% included in the above groups, and I post a lot of content about trans lesbians. as I figure out my own gender I feel an intense emotional connection with trans women, and it is so important to me to love on y’all 💖
attn: non-cishet men and/or ppl who identify partially as male or masc in any way—you absolutely can follow, this isn’t rly a “men dni” space, I love you funky gender ppl 💖 if you’re questioning if you’re “too” male/masc to qualify then you probably aren’t cishet in which case come on in 💖 (also welcome: anyone who previously identified or still feels like/presents as a cishet man and are figuring out their gender! I love you! good luck in your journey! 💖)
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(updated 3/17/24)
ADDENDUM UPDATED 7/19/23
I will not tolerate TERF shit, “gender critical” nonsense, or other transphobia/transmisogyny on my blogs. get the fuck out of here with that shit, you are not welcome. also shove glass in your eyes and drink bleach pls 💞
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basic rules
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💚 kinks/things I like & post fairly often 💚
—“good girl”, brat play, breeding*, sucking girls’ dicks, cum/swallowing/facials, teasing, dirty talk/talking me through an orgasm, overstim, “mommy” as a title, gentle/soft domination, loving degradation, hickeys/bruises/marks/scratching, the words “cunt”/“pussy”/“cock”/“dick”/“hole”, a hand on my neck (not choking), the word “little”**, being gagged, being called “baby”, using the vibe during, collars
* NOT pregnancy but “I’m gonna put a baby in you/knock you up” is 🥵
** “little slut”, “little pet”, “little angel”, “[perfect/precious/sweet/good/etc] little [noun]”
⚠️ things I like a little/in concept and want to explore/do more & don’t post as much ⚠️
—face slapping, free use, spanking, bondage/shibari, biting, bigger toys, gentle breath play, service topping, giving prostate orgasms, being used by more than one girl at a time, somno, leashes, being recorded/photographed, “daddy” as a title
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adezahnae · 3 years
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You. Are. Mine (Part 3)
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A/N: Here is Part 3 for You. Are. Mine. I hope you like it🥺
⚠️TRIGGER⚠️ Warnings: Gunshot, murder, forced pregnancy, slapping, angst, cursing, etc...
Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa @avada-kedavra-bitch-187
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Your POV
I heard the door shut from downstairs. He’s back.. I quickly hid under the blanket, pretending to sleep. He came upstairs and knocked on the door. “Y/N?” He called. I shook under the blankets and cried silently. He pulled the blankets off of me and I whimpered. “Please..go away!” I yelled. “I’m not gonna hurt you..” He whispered. I pushed his hand away. “I said GO!” I yelled turning around. He frowned and slapped me across the face. “Y/n...you make this harder for yourself..” He said.
He placed a bag on the ground and dragged me off the bed. I screamed as he dragged me down the stairs. I saw that we were going back down the basement. I began to cry and beg. “YUTS PLEASE!! PLEASE STOP!! ILL BEHAVE!!” I cried. He stopped and yanked my hair, making me look at him. “You will?” He asked, while wiping my tears. I nodded. “Okay..now I will take you back upstairs and you will try on the things I bought for you..” He said. I sniffed and nodded.
He picked me up and and carried me back upstairs to his room. He sat me on the bed and grabbed the bag. “I brought you these pretty dresses..” He smiled. I frowned at his behavior. He pulled out a pink dress. It looked pretty. I took the dress hesitatingly and walked to the bathroom. “Change in front of me.” He said. I closed my eyes and breathed. “Okay..” I mumbled.
He sat back on the bed. I grabbed the end of the shirt I had on and pulled it over my head. I covered my chest and he got up and removed my hand. “Don’t cover yourself for me. Understand?” He asked. I nodded. “What was that?” He growled. “Yes M-Master...” I mumbled. He hummed in satisfaction and sat down at the edge of the bed. I slipped the silk dress over my body.
“You look like a goddess...” He said looking at the flowing dress all the way to my toes. I put my head down avoiding his piecing gaze. “What do you say my doll?” He asked. “Thank you Master..” I mumbled. He smiled and kissed the top of my forehead. “Are you hungry?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes Master.” He grabbed my hand and let me down the stairs to the kitchen. As I was looking around, I seen my backpack by the couch. My phone was in there.
He turned around and seen that I was looking at it. He growled. I gasped and turned around. “What are you suggesting doll?” He asked. I shook my head afraid of what I was planning to do. He hummed. “If I find out that you’re trying to burn me..I will slit your throat. Do you understand?” He asked. I shed a tear. “Yes Master..”
He led us to the table and there sat a full meal. My mouth watered at the sight, knowing that I barely ate anything today. He sat me down and pushed my chair in. “Go ahead and eat..you haven’t eaten in days..” He said. “Days?” I asked. “You were out cold for three weeks..remember dollie?” He smiled whirl caressing my cheek. “You drugged me?” I asked. “No...you just had a little accident and you were sleep for three weeks.” He said.
I looked at him with fear in my eyes. He cooed. “Aww..my little doll is scared..it’s okay. At least I didn’t kill you.” He said. I looked away and looked at the food. I didn’t have the appetite to eat but I had a strong urge of eating that it was driving me crazy. I grabbed the fork and grabbed the food from plates. I stuffed it in my mouth, bite after bite.
As I was eating, I threw up on the floor. I continued to and Yuta sat there as he watched. He smiled and gasped. “It’s working! It’s here!!” He said going to get a napkin and wipe my face. I looked up at him. “W-What’s here? What are you talking about?” I asked. “You mean to say you don’t feel it?” He asked while his hand was on my stomach. I gasped and shook my head. I got from my seat.
“It’s not true...TELL ME YOUR LYING YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!” I yelled at him. I felt another smack to the face and I fell on the floor. He crouched down at my level. “You are to know the rules now. One, you will never raise your fucking voice at me, understand that dollie?” He asked. I nodded as I cried. “Two, you will never leave my sight. When you sleep, I’m there. When you eat, I’m there. When pee, I’m there. And when you shower, I’m there.” He explained.
“Three, when we leave the house, you keep your damn mouth shut. You will never talk to anyone without my permission.” He said. “And four, you will have my baby. One way or another..” He said. “H-How many?” I asked. He smirked. “How much I’d like..” I cried more. He groaned. “Shut the hell UP! YOU ALWAYS CRY!!!” He yelled. I sucked up my tears and sniffed.
He then caressed my hair and kissed my stomach. “We will be great parents, dollie...” he smiled. He helped me up and walked me to the couch. He sat on the couch with me, holding me tightly. “You wanna watch TV?” He asked. I nodded my head. He grabbed the remote and cut on the news.
“A girl by the name of Y/N has been taken by a mysterious man. He name of the man is unknown. If you see this girl, please contact 911. Her parents and friends are worried sick about her.” The reporter said. I then see my mom. “Y/N baby..I will find you okay!? Mommy is coming for you!! Don’t worry!! I love you!!” She cried. I began to cry. “Mommy....” I whispered. I turned away from the TV and cried myself to sleep.
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I woke up in the bed. My gaze was hazy as I was adjusting to the room I was in. It was pink and grey. It had comfy pillows and silk bedsheets with a baby crib in it. The chandelier was crystal rhinestones and they shined in the white light. I looked to see that the baby crib had something like it. There was a window, with the sun shining through. Under it was a little place you could sit on and read books.
I turned around to see Yuta standing right there, watching me sleep. I gasped and backed up. “Here.” He said. I looked to see that it was my phone. I furrowed my eyebrows. I took my phone. “You call your mother and tell her you’re okay..you have five minutes..” He said not looking in my eyes.
I nodded and he sat down as I cut on my phone and opened my mom’s contact. I pressed the call button and waited for her answer, which took only one ring. “Hello?! Y/N?!” She cried. I began to cry as well. “Mommy...” I mumbled. She began to bawl and cry more. “Oh my god! Y/N! Baby where are you?! TELL ME!!” She exclaimed. I looked over at Yuta and seen him playing with the cribs little chandelier.
I began to feel a tad bit sorry for him if I told him that he took me. “Just know that I’m okay Mommy. I’m with someone I know..” I said holding back my tears. “No...I wanna see you! PLEASE TELL THEM THAT I WANNA SEE YOU!!” She yelled. I cried. “Mom..it’s hard right now. Just call off the search and let all of my friends and our family know that I’m okay.” I said. It was silent on her end for a while.
“Okay...” she agreed. I nodded. Yuta came over to me and said something. “Time is up.” He said. I nod. “Mommy I have to go.. I love you. And I’m alright...” I whispered. She cried. “I love you too baby!” She said. I hung up the phone and began to cry out my eyes. He pulled me into a hug. This hug wasn’t that forced. It was those hugs he gave to me when we were in school. He was comforting me.
“When can I call her again?” I asked between sobs. “You will call her every month. You get two calls throughout the month.” He mumbled. I nodded my head and hugged him. “Thank you!! Thank you!!” I said. He nodded and patted my back and pulled away. “Enjoy your room...I’ll be downstairs...” He said. He took my phone and shut the door behind him. I looked around the room and seen the decor even more. It was pretty for a girl and baby as well. I got out of bed and walked around the room. I felt over the crib and looked at the little toys already in there. I let out a little smile and giggle.
I always dreamed of being a mom, it was what I wanted, I just didn’t think it would come so..early. I frowned as I remembered what I went through. He forced a baby in me..he beat me and...why did he leave though? I thought he said I was to never leave his sight. Why am I beginning to feel sorry for him? I mean I should feel sorry for ME!
But...all he wanted to do was love me and yet I just pushed him away. I didn’t mean to because I didn’t acknowledged him and I never paid attention to him. This is hard..he went through all of this for me to pay attention to him. Maybe..let me know what all of this is for from him. I sighed and I heard a doorbell downstairs, the door opened and it was the cops. I gasped. “Oh no..mom must’ve tracked the call!!” I said. I opened the door a little and I heard a gunshot. I gasped and closed the door. I covered my mouth.
Even though he took me by force and forced this child in me, he is still my best friend...and now he’s...NOT GONE?! I heard him breathing downstairs. I opened the door again I could see a pick from downstairs. There was a trail of blood on the floor from the door and to the kitchen. My breath hitched in my throat. He just killed a cop.
“Y/n?” I heard him call. I crawled to my bed and faced away from him. I heard him come in the door. “Y/n?” He called again. I looked up at him and seen blood on his shirt and face. I shook my head and turned away. “Dollie.. I couldn’t let him take you away from me..he would’ve heard you.” He whispered approaching me softly. “No...get away. Please...” I said. “But baby..” he whispered. “You’re scaring me!” I cried, looking in his eyes. He stopped in his tracks. “I’m sorry..” he said.
He walked away from me and out the door. “Are you gonna kill my mom for this?” I asked. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Your mom?” He replied. “She..she didn’t track the call? I thought that’s why the police came here” I asked. “No...he wanted to know if I saw you. He then heard you opening the door, so I shot him.” He said. I put my head down. “Sorry..” I said. “Oh Dollie...you can’t do no wrong in my eyes.” He said. He then walked away and I breathed out. I ran my fingers though my hair and cried. Why is this so much to take in? My mind says that I hate his guts and I want to escape. But the thing is, my heart is saying something completely...different...
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(The updated/edited version on my Ao3 chapter 2 and name: ¿Pretty boy?)
Summary: MtF Steve/Billy
Steve has a bit of body image issues and eating issues so ⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING FOR THAT!!!⚠️⚠️
((Inspired by a gif set that I found of how Steve always gives his food away to Tommy or whatever and I got emo about it cause ima dumb sad boy))
I started writing the story in the middle of a rewatch of Young Royals when this idea just came to me. had no intention on writing this much and yeah it just got away from me. Steve is weird with food and basically has an eating disorder fueled by the internal struggles of trying to admit to things about being trans excuse it for being messy or all over the place. Lol
Yo I caaant stop thinking about Billy and Steve becoming kiiiinda buddy buddy after coach makes them partner up until they “squash the beef” and their doin their workout drills during practice. Taking turns holding the others feet for crunches while they actually start talkin, initially jokes but they lead to “yeah my old man sucks too” type bonding talk filled with genuine smirks and laughs shared. Gettin more and more about their shared trauma.. and oh man the trauma bonding feels so good cause they both never thought they’d have someone who’d understand them.
After practice they go to one another’s house cause as they jokingly put it “well we know no ones gonna be home and if they are well we’ll just go some other place cause we know they won’t miss us” haha. And Billy tries to help Steve out with tips on how to bulk up but Steve always politely, turns the lightest hint of pink as he brushes it off. But man, why does Billy have to call him small, and dainty “like a girl” every time he brings it up. Cause, fuck, Steve hates that his heart always catches with his stomach with out fail every time as Billy, none the wiser keeps goin on and on about how he’s gotta bulk “his boy” up now that a real man like himself is on the team or he’ll “wipe the floor with you little bitchs”….
(Stop here read the tags I started writings the story in them, then come back here and read this next long bit lmfaoooo jumbled order cause I had nooo intention on writing this much but yeah got away from me. Don’t worry yall I promise I’ll get this actually written up into a nice sized lil fic )
(Ooooops soooo I zoned out and got carried away vibing n started to write the fic in the tags while watching young royals again with my mom (sorry if I miss gender Steve in the middle ground area before she comes out and it’s a mess in the finished version ima have my shit together but rn I’m just getting it out half minded didn’t even mean to write so much and then I did in the tags to the point where I reached my limit oop soooo I’ll have to finish it haha sorryyy cliffhanger was Steve finally ends up comfortable enough to talk about that first day and Billy’s all like “So we gonna talk about how you were jealous of your girlfriend and wanting her body in the least sexual way ooor..” and Steve figures it out and has to tip toe around the words and is scared to say it but Billy plays dumb just to get clarification aaaand Steve’s like “I-I like…. Wanna be.. *sigh* I wanna be like her.. I wanna be..” and Steve’s trembling with the pace of hyperventilating like breath, looks from the floor to Billy and is like “you know?… you have to know..” and Billy keeps fishing, wants to hear the truth out loud not for his own sake of course but Steve’s. “Just say what you mean Steve, go ahead, I’m here for you.. I swear I’m not goin anywhere, but you gotta say it” and Steves tearing up a bit as Billy urges “just breath, it’s okay, it’ll be okay, tell me.” And they’re both all vulnerable, locked in the others stare and Steve just follows Billys direction breathes and says “I-I (closes eyes and tears roll down) I’m a, girl” and then looks away, down to the floor. Eyes dewy nose gone a little red along with her eyes. Too anxious to see Billys reaction but feeling relieved all the same to have finally said it aloud and at that, another person and on top of that, being his enemy turned best friend turned crush.
Billy feel such a mix of emotions watching Steve looking off, fearing the worst he wondered to himself, Steve didn’t deserve to feel any level of worry or fear especially for just being.. uh, herself, he thought the air felt weighted in silence and he couldn’t stop himself from stirring it up by striding to Steve who still averting her gaze began to flinchingly step back. “Hey, you.. you don’t have to be scared of me Harrington.. i meant what I said, I’m not going anywhere.. aaand, it’s going to be okay.” And Steve meets his eyes for a moment before looking back down to the side as Billy closes the rest of the distance between them. “Guess this means I should call you pretty girl now?..” Billy says smiling trying to lighten the thick air. And Steve’s blushing and swallowing awkwardly as his breath hitches. Billy tries to ignore how causing Steve to be like that makes him feel and just clears his throat to say “look you don’t ever have to feel.. embarrassed or uncomfortable with me really I’m always here.. we’re all we got man-I mean fuck um, I meant that in the exclamation not like.. but still I’m sorry I’ll try to be more careful. Wh-what would you prefer I say?” And Steve feels so hot because oh my god he’s actually not running away but coming closer, Billy’s consoling her rather then berating or bullying her. And, fuck, he-he really cares like reeeally cares and nothings ever been like this in Steve’s whole life and for a moment it almost feels like a kiss was inevitable between them but Steve couldn’t bring himself to even look at him and figured Billy wouldn’t.. would he?… “um, it’s okay man we talk like that, ya know the dude and bro and man exclamation is our thing I like that and don’t want us to change that, but… I guess when it’s just us I wouldn’t mind if you tossed in that… ‘pretty girl’ thing.” And suddenly it feels like actual fire now and if this kiss doesn’t happen soon all the oxygen will cease to exist in this room. suddenly Billy’s hand is on the side of her face gently so they’re faces meet. “Look at me” Billy whispers so close Steve feels the faint breath on her face and she’s out of breath, it catches like she’s drunk on the moment as her heavy lidded eyes finally meet with his and she can tell the second they do that she’s not alone in the need, the want filling the room.) aaand.
That’s where I’ll end it tonight sorryyyy but ima work on this one for sure it’s very close to home for me haha sooo yeah. Again sorry about any misgendering in the in between in the tags I’ll go back and fix it most likely the day after tom I have a family event tom.
#do I actually have a fanfic I’m working on with this concept?…#yes yes I do lol buuut does it include Steve actually “being weird with food because of his home life and slowly coming to figure out he’s..#had an ED because he actually is trans and likes to feel smaller and empty or at least never too full aaand oh gosh so many details…#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#billy stranger things#harringrove#harringrove headcanon#and Steve works it out with Billy on a random time he brings it up yet again but in a more pushy joking way like ‘dude you really gotta#juuust eat more I feel like you never eat or like not a lot you gotta eat more’ and Steve’s all awkward and gets reder rubbin the back#of his neck all awkward under Billy’s scrutiny.#and Steve’s like tryin to be chill and laugh it off and explain idk man it’s just not that simple for me#and Billy’s over simplifying it like wtf do you mean man you gotta bulk up so you gotta eat more just… eat more.#and Steve ends up just flairing up overwhelmed and says his thoughts because his filter leaves with the air in the room and before he knows#it he’s already said ‘maybe I just fuckin like being small okay#maybe I-I just fuckin dated Nacy out of jealousy that she’s as pretty and girly as I wish I could be but will never be cause I’m just-fuck#I’m not.. and just FUCK#can’t you just drop it let it go I get it you’re a big strong guy mister big shot that works for you but idk it always felt like a persona#a role but inside… inside ive never felt like I fit any mold anyone’s tried to push me into.’ and Billy the one red and awkward this time#he’s quite swallows lookin around n licks his lips before sayin ‘I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean to like.. I didn’t know it was like an issue#for you. if I woulda known I would shut tf up after the 1st time….. and um.. (Billy blushes harder) if…if it’s any consolation you#um… you always have been way prettier then Wheeler.’ he clears his throat lookin around then finally to Steve who’s smiling soft eyed#lookin at the ground asking ‘really’ as a whisper and Billy laughs and Steve’s smile drops for a moment thinking it was a all a joke#they meet eyes and Billy is red faced and bashful still when he says ‘yeah Harrington… so please let me make you something to eat. even just#a snack.. anything you want#for me pretty boy#haha please…’ ‘okay fine.. ugh.. I guess I could go for soooome.. hmmmmpancakes!?’#and Billy just happily smiles and says comin up pretty boy.#and that’s their thing for a while he helps him work through that and they get closer and talk more and Steve finally is comfortable enough
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stakemeraw · 3 years
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notveryshrugemoji · 3 years
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