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How they met

WARNING!: Mention of abuse, bullying, cursing, attempt of suicide, mention of sexual abuse (Really just mentioned, nothing graphic), mention of murder AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

A/N: All these warnings are because I am mentioning M/n’s past. Don’t worry, it happened, most will just be mentioned and Alastor will be there for him. Besides the attempt of S...that is because of something else. But I won’t spoil the Oneshot ! Enjoy !

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It was cold and it was getting dark. M/n was freezing. His parents abandoned him, saying he was just a burden and then left him in some alley. Now he was in a big forest, lost, cold, hungry and thirsty…with a Murderer on the loose.

He lived in New Orleans, Louisiana and the Bayou Killer was making himself very known. M/n knew that he was fucked if the Killer chose him next and that he is lost in a forest doesn’t help either. He was only 6 years old damn it.

CRUNCH.

M/n stopped dead in his tracks and hid behind a tree. As he peaked out he saw a man with a gun in his hand. It looked like a Hunter’s gun. M/n gulped.

‘What choice did I have…?’

He stepped out of his spot and then ran over into the man’s direction. Just then he saw a smile on his face. It looked…off but also very welcoming at the same time…

“Sir ?! Sir ! Excuse me !”, the little boy yelled.

His voice was very hoarse and shaky, but the male seemed to have heard him, because he stopped and turned to the boy’s direction.

M/n was so glad to have found someone that could, maybe, help him. He sped up but yelped as he felt his legs go numb and he fell into the snow face first, shivering even more.

‘Great… I’m a fucking pathetic excuse of a kid…’

He heard footsteps coming closer and soon he saw the gun being put aside. M/n tried to use his arms to get up, but they were just as numb as his legs and they gave out.

“Calm down, little one. How long have you been out here ? How did you even get here ?”, the man asked worried slightly, trying to help him up.

“I don’t know how long I have been out here… I just know it was before I had Lunch… My parents abandoned me because I am a burden and now I am here. I got lost… I just wanted to look around and then I saw a fawn and followed it to its Mom and then…I was lost.”

The male tried to make the boy stand, while he listened, but he noticed quickly that the boy’s limbs were very numb from the cold. He wasn’t dressed properly. He was in a thin pullover, some pants and had normal shoes on. He was surprised that the boy even made it so far.

“You are all frozen up… C’mon, I will take you to my house and we will warm you up.”

“Okay… What is your name, Sir ?”

“Alastor. What is yours ?”

“M/n…Just M/n.”

Alastor smiled and then took off his coat and wrapped M/n inside it, picked him up and then grabbed his gun, then they walked to his home.

“Thank you, Sir…”, M/n said shyly.

“Call me Alastor, Kiddo.”

“Okay, Alastor.”

With that they continued on in silence until they got to his house.

“Wow… Your house is so big and looks so comfy !”, M/n said.

“It sure is. And the inside is very nice too and soon will be very warm for you to warm up, little one.”, Alastor chuckled out.

“You are very kind, Alastor…”

“Applesauce ! Anyone would have helped a child like you !”

M/n frowned.

“Not really. I asked some people to help me for at least 1 day and they all rejected.”

Alastor’s left eye twitched at that.

How DARE these creatures to turn away a helpless child ?!

“Well then, you can stay with me until you are old enough !”

“What ?!”, M/n yelled with wide eyes of shock.

“You heard me.”

“B-but I will just be a waste of your time until then ! I mean there must have been a reason why my OWN parents didn’t want me anymore ! Why would you want to take care of me ?”

Alastor lost his smile for a little bit and looked at M/n with serious eyes.

“You won’t be a waste of space, nor will you be a burden to me. Your parents were selfish and forgot that their kids are their future. They are the ones you shouldn’t want. I want to take care of you, because I want to help you and if no one else helped you before, it is very unlikely that anyone else will help you. And without any graduation it will be hard for you to find a job to get money and live on your own, also you are way too young to go to work already.”

Then he sat M/n down on the floor in front of a big chimney, he threw some wood inside it and lit it on fire. Instantly warmth hit M/n’s face. The boy was in deep thoughts at what Alastor told him and then his head snapped around to him, who hung up his scarf and coat.

“Wouldn’t that make YOU my Dad ?”, M/n asked.

Alastor’s eyes widened in surprise, stopped dead in his tracks and his smile dropped a slight bit as he processed what M/n said…or better asked.

“I…I suppose it would, yes. Or I would be your Guardian. Any work…”, Alastor said in thought and continued to hang up his hat and gloves.

M/n looked back at the fire and hummed softly, biting the inside of his right cheek. He didn’t even know that guy ! But…he was willing to take care of him…

“Anything you want to drink ?”, Alastor asked, snapping M/n out of his thoughts.

“Umm… D-do you have hot chocolate ?”, M/n asked shyly.

“You are in luck. I tried this sweet beverage, but it just isn’t my cup of tea.”, Alastor said and walked into the kitchen, making himself and M/n something to drink.

M/n felt his limbs slowly again, he was relieved to feel his legs slightly again.

“Then what do you like to drink ?!”, M/n called out.

“Coffee mostly !”, Alastor answered back.

“Any sugar or milk ?!”

“Nope ! Plain black coffee !”

“Black just like your soul !”, M/n joked and laughed.

Alastor chuckled at his joke and continued to make himself coffee and M/n a cup of hot chocolate.

After some time the drinks were done and he set them down on the table in the Living room. Then he crouched down and looked at M/n, with a warm smile.

“Try walking to me. Let us see if your limbs have enough feeling to make you walk again.”, he said and stretched out his right hand.

M/n frowned and looked scared at Alastor.

“What if I fall…?”

“I will catch you.”

M/n was still very scared but slowly got up and took two unsteady steps, then he stayed stock still, making Alastor worry.

“I-I can’t feel them much…I fear if I take another step, I will fall…”, M/n said scared.

Alastor got up and walked to M/n’s side, grabbing and holding his left hand softly, but also firm enough so he won’t slip.

“Let us walk together, okay ?”, Alastor said.

M/n nodded and then took a shaky breath. Then he took a step forward and Alastor did the same. M/n wobbled from side to side slightly, but he tried his best. As they were half way there, M/n’s legs gave out and he yelped. Alastor pulled him to his side and then held him.

The little boy had tears in his eyes out of shame.

“I-I’m sorry ! I-I really tried !”, he said sobbing.

“Shh..shh… It’s okay, M/n. I know you tried. Your legs just don’t have full control back yet. It is not your fault…”, Alastor soothed the boy.

M/n was sniffing and wiping his tears away with his hand, looking at Alastor. He smiled at the boy and then picked him up, carrying him to the table and sitting him down on the couch, in front of his hot coca.

M/n stared wide eyed at Alastor as he sat down in front of him on the other side.

“What is it ?”, he asked the boy.

“N-no one ever helped me… When I fell not even my own parents helped me…”

Alastor usually wasn’t for feelings, but he felt bad for M/n. The poor boy really had it hard then…

“Well then your parents were horrible people. You always help kids.”, Alastor said and then blew on his coffee, before slurping some.

M/n looked at Alastor and then went to grab his own cup.

“Careful. It is still very hot. Wait for a little bit or you will burn yourself.”

The boy retreated his hand at Alastor’s warning and waited five more minutes. Then he took a small sip and hummed with a happy smile on his face.

“It is so rare that I get hot coca ! Thank you Alastor, it tastes perfect !”

“No problem, M/n.”

The months ticked by and they got along just fine. M/n always thanked and complimented Alastor. Only today they were both caught off guard.

Alastor made breakfast and M/n stormed down the stairs, dressed in a thicker pullover, socks and pants, which Alastor bought him a while ago.

“Morning M/n.”

“Morning Al ! What is for breakfast ? Can I help ?”

“You can set the table. I am making some sausages, scrambled eggs and bacon as breakfast.”

“Awesome !”

M/n snatched 2 plates, forks and knives then he dashed off to the Living room and set the table.

After a while the food was done and they ate, M/n hummed loudly after he was done with the food.

“That was very delicious. Thank you, Papa !”, M/n said happily.

Alastor froze and his fork fell out of his hand, eyes wide in surprise and shock. M/n looked at him in worry until he realized what he called Alastor and he froze too, blushing and looking away, scared he did something wrong.

“S-sorry… It won’t happen again…”, M/n said.

“Applesauce ! You can call me that, it just caught me off guard !”, Alastor said quickly after he snapped out of his trance.

“REALLY ?!”, M/n said excited.

Alastor chuckled and nodded, then continued to finish his breakfast.

“I will have to go to work in two days again, M/n.”

“O-oh… right you took off because you had to take care of me the last 3 months…”

“I didn’t mind it, Dear.”

“I hope you won’t get into any trouble because of me…”

“Pish posh, Darling. I won’t get into any trouble !”

M/n didn’t know, but Alastor lied. He would get into some trouble. Having a mixed skin color and dark skin colored people are not really welcomed in New Orleans, Louisiana and they also get yelled at, at work. No matter what. All Alastor knows is that they can’t fire him though, he brings in a lot of income for them by his channel.

“I will prepare you some food that you can heat up easily then. Only let it heat up 10 minutes then, okay ? You can do as you please, just don’t go outside and don’t break anything, okay ?”

M/n nodded.

“Yes, Papa.”

Alastor smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair. He giggled and held his hand in place, nuzzling it.

A few more months passed by and Alastor took very good care of M/n. Sadly he had to report that he adopted M/n and then they all wanted him to send the kid to school.

“School ?”, M/n asked unsure.

“Yes, school. You will learn there, get friends and have a lot of fun.”

M/n was silent and then teared up. Alastor lost his smile and looked at him concerned.

“You wanna get rid of me…”, M/n whimpered.

“What ? No. But you will have to learn stuff eventually.”

“And who asked me if I WANT to go to a SCHOOL ?! I have YOU ! I heard about schools… Strict, unsafe, bullies and a lot of danger ! Why would I willingly go to that Hell hole ?!”

Alastor was silent. M/n hugged himself and fell to his knees, staring at the floor.

“I don’t want to be beaten ! I don’t want to get hurt by adults ! I don’t want to risk the possibility to get kidnapped ! I don’t wanna be bullied ! What if I get taken away and get killed or worse ?! Who will help me then ?! School is dangerous ! A lot already happened near schools ! I refuse to be another victim !”

Alastor never saw M/n in a full blown panic attack, until now… He rushed to his side and hugged him to his chest. M/n started crying into Alastor’s shirt, clutching it tightly.

“Don’t force me to go, Papa…”

He was conflicted, but he will try his hardest.

After his Son was asleep, he went to the phone he owned and called the people he needed to speak with about the issue of school.

“Hello, who is this ?”, a female asked rudely.

“Why hello there, I must ask that I can educate my Son from home.”, Alastor said.

“Why is that ?”

“He has big Panic attacks. He knows that school is a bad place. He said that a lot already happened there that were negative. He doesn’t feel safe even thinking about going to school.”

“When would he get schooled in ?”

“This year in a week, why ?”

She asked for other information that he answered and then she said.

“We will send someone to the school he will go to and see for ourselves how bad it will be. Then we will decide if he can’t go to school.”

Alastor’s eye twitched.

“How am I supposed to get him there, when he already gets a panic attack just thinking of going there ?”

“That will be your own problem, Sir. Have a good day.”

And the Bitch hung up.

“Rude…”, Alastor commented as he put the phone back.

One week later…

Alastor had big trouble to get M/n to school. He didn’t even have to tell M/n, why he had to wake up and get ready in very nice clothes, he knew that Alastor woke him up to send him there.

M/n made it difficult for Alastor. He hid anywhere he could fit in, ran as soon as he found him, struggled around as Alastor dressed him up and he tried to run out and deeper into the forest.

Somehow Alastor caught him and carried him to his car, only to get him into his car in the end.

M/n was kicking, screaming, crying and begging him not to do this. Alastor hated this, he didn’t want M/n so sad, but he had to try and prove to the authorities that M/n wasn’t stable enough for school and is better off home. He, stupidly, didn’t tell M/n about this though.

Soon they arrived and that was the moment M/n started to straight up WAIL. It hurt Alastor’s heart and all he could think was that M/n must have seen something to freak out so much.

What hurt him most was that M/n was scared of him now and gave up talking to him half the way there, he…just cried.

Alastor got out of the car and then went over to M/n’s door. As soon as he opened it, M/n was on the other side of where he usually loved to sit, curled up and not looking at him.

“Come on, Cher.”, he said softly.

No reply, only sobbing.

“Cher…?”

“Hello Sir, this your child that is scared of school ?”, a male asked.

Alastor looked at the man and saw a name tag. He was the one the authorities sent.

“Yes. As I informed on the phone, he would react like this.”, Alastor said, showing his smile and not letting him see his sadness.

The man hummed and then went to the other side of the car, opened the door and TORE M/n out with force.

“HEY !”, Alastor yelled angered.

Why use such a brutal force on a poor child that could be traumatized already ?!

“OW !”, M/n yelled out, sobbing more.

Alastor didn’t know what to do. If he got into a fight now, he could lose his job and M/n, but he hated seeing him being treated like this too.

“Listen here you Brat ! Drop your act this instant ! You will go to school, like it or not !”, the man yelled pissed off.

M/n started to cry louder and tried to pry the Male’s hand off that hurt him.

“LET GO ! LET GO !”, the boy yelled.

He hoped that his Papa would do something, help him even…

“LET HIM GO ! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND ?! YOU ARE HURTING HIM !”, Alastor yelled pissed off.

The male ignored Alastor.

‘P..Papa ? Why aren’t you doing anything ? HELP ME ! WHY DON’T YOU HELP ME ?!’

“You little Brat have no say in wherever you go or not !”

“LET ME GO YOU ASSHOLE ! YOU ARE HURTING ME !”

The male smirked darkly and slapped M/n’s right cheek hard enough to make him snap his head to the left. Alastor’s eyes widened in utter shock, while M/n…seemed to have lost all emotion.

‘Papa ? He…he let that happen… TRAITOR ! LIAR ! HE PROMISED ! HE PROMISED ! HE PROMISED ! ….Wasn’t I good enough ? HE. DOESN’T. CARE. ABOUT. ME. He is just like THEM…’

M/n kicked the man in the balls then and there and ran away as fast as possible from the scene and Alastor.

“M/N ! WAIT !”, Alastor called in worry, trying to catch his shoulder, but missing it.

‘HE DOESN’T CARE. HE DOESN’T CARE ! HE DOESN’T CARE !’

And with that M/n was gone.

‘What have I done ?!’, was all Alastor could think, angered at himself.

He should have NEVER tried to prove anything to them like this !

“Not the reaction I expected… He didn’t act and he looked very similar to Linda L/n’s Brother M/n L/n. She was his older sister.”, the man said, groaning as he got up.

Alastor whipped around at the mention of M/n’s former last name. Before Alastor could adopt him, M/n had to state his last name and he did.

“M/n L/n. My parents abandoned me and probably already left the country… Then he wanted to adopt me and I am happy to let him. He saved me after all.”

“That IS him ! I adopted him !”, Alastor yelled.

The man paled.

“Oh shit.”

“What ?”

“That was why he is so traumatized and scared of school ! He was witness of how his Sister was kidnapped near the school she went to and was found dead by him in an alley way one day later, naked. We found out that she was sexually assaulted. She also was many times very injured and bruised up from bullies in school. It all makes sense now ! He was the one who mostly saw her first after school !”

Alastor’s eyes widened in utter horror.

“You didn’t know ?”, the man asked.

“No. He never told me.”

The man got out a Walkie Talkie.

“Everyone, search and find M/n L/n also known as M/n Hazbin. He ran away from school and his adoptive Father. I may have overreacted a bit…”

“Taylor you are such a fucking idiot ! Why would you traumatize a child even further ?!”

“First off, I didn’t know that was M/n L/n ! Second off he was the tenth child that pretended to be scared of school, so I got a bit pissed !”

“Well he surely didn’t pretend, you absolute Moron ! I sent out 5 troops and now get your ass to searching ! He could be anywhere !”

“Understood !”

Alastor was already gone. How could he forget ?! Linda L/n was killed in the Cathedral Alley and a boy found her. He would have never guessed that it was M/n !

He was searching everywhere, until a thought came to him.

‘What if he went to that alley ?’

He turned a sharp corner and then drove there as fast as possible. As soon as he reached the alleyway, he spotted M/n. He got out of his car and slowly came near M/n.

“M/n ? Cher ?”, he asked softly to get his attention and to not scare him.

“Go away. I shouldn’t have trusted you, ALASTOR.”, M/n said coldly.

That stabbed Alastor right into the heart. So they are back to names and not to titles…

“You…should have told me about your Sister…”

M/n growled.

“I said: GO AWAY !”, he yelled.

“You are my child. I can’t leave you.”

M/n turned around, rage, hurt and betrayal deep in his eyes.

“YOU let it happen that some filthy man laid his hands on me ! YOU let him HURT me ! YOU didn’t do ANYTHING ! Would you let that happen to your OWN CHILD ?!”

“Cher, I can’t just start a fight… You should-“

“SHUT UP ! JUST SHUT UP ! You PROMISED to protect me at ALL COSTS ! But as I needed you, YOU JUST STOOD THERE !”

Alastor looked away in shame. M/n started to cry again and turned his back to Alastor again.

“I KNOW that I am NOT YOUR SON… I guess I never will be in the future either, to you… But damn, DID YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME HOPE ?!”

“M/n you ARE my-“

“SAVE IT, OKAY ?!”

Alastor stayed dead silent. All that was heard were M/n’s sniffling, sobbing, hiccups and heavy breaths.

“I should have considered freezing to death that day…”

The man’s head snapped up at that, not believing what M/n just said.

“I wish I would have been that clever back then…”

Then there was a beep and a voice.

“We found him. Mr. Hazbin is here too.”

“I knew it. Dragging me back to school, aren’t you ? Heh, and here I was, just questioning my life choices…”, M/n spat and wiped his tears.

Alastor could see from a window how M/n’s face morphed into a rage filled one, then a hurt one, then only a guilty one and then it morphed into….acceptance ?

And then Alastor spotted it. His missing knife from today morning ! M/n just pulled that out of his pocket ! Then fast footsteps were heard of two more people.

“Kid, put the knife down !”, a female yelled.

“To what purpose ? To go back to my future doom ? The only one I would harm, would be myself.”

“M/n, you aren’t going to school.”, a male said.

Alastor just stood there, unsure of what to do. Any wrong move or word can trigger him to kill or hurt himself.

“So ? You want a fucking Cookie for saying that ? That doesn’t rebuild my broken trust in the ONE person I TRUSTED MOST !”, M/n yelled, swinging the knife in his right hand to his right side, away from himself, in anger, while turning to them back around, glaring at them.

“M/n let us talk about this. I can make it up to you.”, Alastor said.

“What is there to talk about and make up for, huh ?! I begged and pleaded you to NOT drag me there ! I fought you to stay away from that place ! I did everything and anything to make you give up and you didn’t leave me ALONE ! WHAT IS THERE TO TALK ABOUT OTHER THAN THAT YOU JUST DON’T CARE ABOUT ME ?! YOU NEVER SAW ME AS YOUR SON ! NOT EVEN CLOSE ! I didn’t HAVE to tell you about my Sister, if you would have just LISTENED ! I told you I know what school really is like ! It is DANGER itself ! And what did you do ?! Ignore it and DRAG ME THERE LIKE A DAMN RAGDOLL ! THANK YOU FOR CARING !”

“Do you think it was easy on me ?! IT HURT, M/N ! BUT I HAD TO ! That was the deal with the authorities that would have decided if you will go to school or NOT ! I had no other choice ! THEY wanted you THERE !”

“THAT DOESN’T JUSTIFY WHY YOU DIDN’T HELP ME ! HE DIDN’T let go… It HURT SO BAD ! AND ALL YOU COULD DO WAS STAND THERE AND BABBLE ?! REALLY ?! HE COULD HAVE BROKEN MY WRIST WITH A LITTLE BIT MORE PRESSURE ! HE FUCKING SLAPPED ME AND ALL YOU COULD DO WAS STAND THERE ! DID YOU ENJOY SEEING ME LIKE THAT ?! WAS IT FUNNY ?! NOT EVEN FOR ONCE DID YOU LOOK CONCERNED ! DID YOU EVEN CARE ?!”, M/n yelled with tears in his eyes.

His tears stood for more than hurt, they also stood for rage and deep betrayal. Alastor was in horror to hear him say that. Did M/n really think that of him…?

“I was never good enough, was I ? That’s why you wanted me in school. To get rid of the annoying BRAT that needs a lot of care and love… Why didn’t you just say so ? Why didn’t you just throw me out or signed me into an orphanage then ?! No one would have known that you even were in CONTACT with me ! The always bothersome, troublemaking, annoying BRAT that just can’t get enough attention. I should have KNOWN you wouldn’t be any different. I may be 6 years old but I HAD TO GROW UP FASTER THAN OTHER KIDS !”

M/n’s grip on the knife was so hard that his knuckles turned white. He wiped his eyes furiously free from tears as they continued to flow like a river. Alastor and the other two cops were shocked.

“YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO BEG YOUR OWN PARENTS TO NOT STOP BEING YOUR PARENTS ! YOU WEREN’T BLAMED FOR YOUR SISTER’S DEATH ! YOU WEREN’T BEATEN AND ABUSED BY YOUR OWN PARENTS ! YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO HAVE A FEELING TO ALWAYS TRY TO BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR THEM SO THEY WILL ACCEPT YOU ! YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SLEEP OUTSIDE AND STARVE ! YOU WEREN’T ABANDONED BY YOUR OWN PARENTS ! YOU DIDN’T HAD TO SEE YOUR OWN SISTER’S CONDITIONS WHEN SHE CAME HOME WOUNDED BADLY AND YOU HAD TO TAKE CARE OF HER AND LISTEN TO HER TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED ! YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SEE HOW THEY BEAT YOUR SISTER IN SCHOOL AND NO ONE CARED! YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SEE HER GETTING TAKEN BY SOME PERVERTED FREAKS ! YOU DIDN’T HAD TO FIND HER LIKE THIS THE NEXT DAY AND FIND OUT THAT THESE SICK FUCKS ARE STILL OUT THERE ! I DID ! I HAD TO ! WHILE NO ONE ELSE NEEDED TO BE PERFECT FOR THEIR PARENTS, I HAD TO BE THAT AND SO MUCH MORE !”

“Oh my… why didn’t you tell the police ?”, the female asked.

“They all would have said that it was a lie and fake. They stuck together…the whole school did. I couldn’t babble out my parents because Father threatened that I will wish I was never born if I tell the police any of this.”

“You have an obsession to be perfect for others…You have trust issues and a lot of trauma on your shoulders.”, the man said softly.

M/n scoffed.

“So what ? It’s not like anyone CARES. I was wrong to trust Alastor and I was wrong to try and prove my worth. After all a BRAT will always be a BRAT…”, he spat out with hatred.

“M/n, I didn’t stop caring. I’m sorry if I made it seem like that, but I truly didn’t mean to make you feel that way. Yes, I should have told you about the school and all, but I was worried that you would get angry at me and the person to check on you. I wanted you to believe that you go there, so nothing will be fake nor will you have a tantrum and show them that you lied to me. I didn’t know that he would SLAP you. Violence is never the answer, as my Mother taught me, so I stay with talking and trying to get through. I know that I should have probably kicked him in the shin anyways, but he was a higher up too, he could have made it worse for you.”, Alastor said softly.

M/n understood where Alastor was coming from, he wasn’t dumb. People with a slight darker skin color are mostly frowned upon and he would have gotten into real trouble too. He ain’t as dumb as Alastor thinks he is.

Still…it HURT that his own adoptive Father didn’t have the BALLS to help him and use a little bit of violence.

“How do I know that you aren’t just saying that so I will drop the knife, before I end myself ?”

So that was what M/n planned… End it all.

“What do you want of me that could make you believe me ?”, Alastor asked back.

The answer was almost instant.

“For once drop that fucking fake smiley on your face and show your true emotions fully to me in the open. At home you have no problem in doing so, but in the open you act cold, distant and uncaring with a big FAKE SMILE on your face. It makes me question what is the real you, the one at home or the one in the open. Always so Buddy Pal with everyone out there but I am forgotten in the background. It happened more than enough times.”

Alastor was surprised, but instantly dropped his façade. He was frowning the deepest frown M/n has ever seen. He studied his eyes and saw all the emotions he thought Alastor didn’t have after all. That was when he teared up and walked over to Alastor, holding out the knife for him to take.

He took it and put it away in his car, then came back and hugged M/n tightly.

“I’m sorry.”, M/n said.

“I’m sorry as well… I should have been more observant and considerate… I’m sorry I had you question me and feel like you had to prove anything to me, Cher.”

M/n just cried his heart out, while Alastor comforted him.

“Shh…I’m here…I’m here…”

After M/n was asleep and in Alastor’s car the cops called him over.

“You should get him a therapist, Sir. Maybe it will help him.”, said the male.

“Are you insane, Mark ? He doesn’t trust ANYONE besides Mr. Hazbin.”, the female cop argued back.

“He should try it.”

“I will consider it. Anything else ?”, Alastor said.

“You can sue Taylor for what he did. That was child abuse and he will be fired on the spot today anyways. We are sorry for his behavior.”, the man said.

Alastor nodded.

“That all ?”

“Yes. You will get the documents that state that M/n is allowed to be schooled at home. We will see to it.”

With that they parted ways. Alastor drove home with M/n and called his Boss and told him what happened and that he will need a few days off. He wasn’t very happy about it, but for the child’s sake he agreed.

A few hours later, Alastor was in the kitchen, cooking, as he heard M/n scream bloody murder. Instantly he grabbed a knife and ran upstairs into M/n’s bedroom, only to find the child, near a panic attack, in a corner.

He dropped the knife and rushed over to M/n, hugging him and gently shushing him, coaxing him out of his attack. He hugged Alastor back tightly and they just stayed like that.

“You okay ?”, Alastor asked.

M/n nodded softly.

“What happened ?”

“Nightmare…”

“What happened in it ?”

“You…left me…”

Alastor looked at M/n with saddened eyes and squeezed him lightly.

“You know that I would never do that, Cher. Right ?”

M/n stayed silent, giving Alastor his answer. It is not out of the possibility for M/n.

“Cher, I’ll never leave as long as I can help it.”

M/n stayed silent. Alastor softly squeezed M/n and then kissed the top of his head.

“I am not planning to leave you. I’m here and I will stay with you here.”, he gently whispered.

M/n felt very sleepy and yawned.

“Promise…?”

“I promise, M/n.”

“Mmmm…Love you, Papa…”, M/n sleepily babbled out.

Alastor smiled softly.

“I love you too.”

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[otgo-brooklyn]

Lets Be Friends!

[urfavsherlockholmeskinnie]

Dorcas: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.

Barty:

Barty: I like you.

[ap-kinda-lit]

Rin, praying: It’s me again. I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. Maybe send me an angel. The nicest angel you have.

The angel in question:

[bonetwist-and-null]

I remember that day!

... I do too Bonetwist, I do to

[puppycheesecake]

btw, it would be nice to know about Liane's exes!

This is giving me so many ideas and now I kinda want to make his Seven Evil Exes... (Or at least his top seven Most Memorable Exes.)

[nykie-love-anime]

Finding Love At A Carnival

“I am so, so sorry.” You begin apologizing to the man you just scared from behind. “I thought you were my brother because he was just standing there a second ago.” You continue to explain feeling so embarrassed.

‘Oh, this night could not get anymore embarrassing than this.’ You think feeling a blush start to form on your cheeks. Not wanting to annoy the handsome man in front of you, you just decided to stay quiet. All the man could do was laugh as the blush on your cheeks spread to your whole face.

All that can be heard around you is the yelling of sugar high children and their tired parents telling them to be quiet for like 10 seconds and to stand still so that they can buy them tickets for whatever carnival game they want to play.

“Again, I am so sorry about that. Now if you will excuse me while I go drown my sorrows in fried food.” You muttered, starting to walk away only to be stopped by the blond in front of you grabbing your arm.

“Wait I’ll go with…” but he was cut off by your someone pulling you away from the good looking man. “Go away mister Ice. You have nothing here to worry about.” Maverick said glaring at him. “Pete.” You whined out pulling his arm off your shoulder and stepping away.

“Come on you just moved out here. You can spend the time with your very, very lonely brother, can’t you? Please I love you so much you cannot just leave me here to fend for myself.” He continued to whine like the child he is.

“What it some kid attacks me with their food.” he said, pulling a disgusted face. “Or what if they scare me and I have no one there to protect me.” Pete chuckled out the last part. ‘And you want your little sister to protect you jackass.’ You mused.

“Shut up.” You mumbled punching him lightly in the arm. “Let me get to know your friends.” You continue to talk to your brother laughing quietly at the mention that Iceman is no friend of his.

“We have the whole week to spend together Mav, let me go buy the man I scared some yummy food to make up for it. You can come with us if you want to.” You said looking at your older brother. “Just don’t be embarrassing.” you all but begged the grinning man already knowing what he is planning to do.

“I so did not.” You exclaimed to your brother as he was busy telling Iceman about the crush you had on your English teacher in your last year of high school. “He was just super friendly to everyone, and he was a funny teacher.” You mumbled embarrassed knowing Maverick is correct but not wanting to admit it.

“Sound to me like a crush.” Tom joked along with Pete just to see the cute look on your crimson face. “Shut up. Both of you.” You mumbled looking down at your food. “And just for that you are going to buy me all my drinks tomorrow, Pete.” You grinned up at your now quiet brother whining out that he has not been paid yet. “Yeah, well that is what you get for humiliating me you ass face.” You cackled out.

“No, no this is not happening.” Maverick exclaimed after you and Tom just let him know that you have been dating for two months. “No that is my little sister you stay away from her.” Pete all but yelled as Iceman pulled you into his side.

“Mav.” You said pulling away from Tom to stand near your brother. “We have been going out for two months you really think if he were an ass, I would still be with him. He is the sweetest man I have ever met, and he treats me so well.” You said pulling the biggest smile to ease his worrying.

Hoping it works you continue. “I really like him Mavvy. You know if I didn’t, I would have kicked him to the curb already.” You grinned from ear to ear knowing the nickname will work its magic.

“Even though we have only known each other for two months I know that I want to be with your sister for the rest of my life Maverick. I really like her.” Tom said towards Pete but smiling at you after he finished.

Maverick, starting to calm down after seeing the loving look on both your faces  turned to Iceman. “Fine… but just so you know if you ever hurt her or if she ever turns up on my doorstep crying, I will not hesitate to shoot you down Kazansky. This is your first and final warning.”  

“Thanks Mav.” Tom mumbled as he pulled you and Pete into a hug. “Love you bro.” you whispered into his ear as Ice pulled away from the hug. “Yeah, yeah love you to Y/N/N.” hugging for a second longer you pulled away and turned to both men. “Okay now that, that is out of the way who is ready for breakfast.”

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[mamahex]

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde, Bessie Matthews/Hosea Matthews, Susan Grimshaw/Dutch van der Linde Characters: Bessie Matthews, Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde, Arthur Morgan, Susan Grimshaw Additional Tags: Rape, Rape/Non-con Elements, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Murder, Death, Friendship, Love, Bandits & Outlaws, vandermatthews, Young Dutch van der Linde, Young Hosea Matthews, Gay, Polyamory, Sex, Blood, Blood and Violence, Masturbation, fantasies, Hope, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, young van der linde gang, voyurism, Cunnilingus, pee play, peegasm, Full bladder masturbation, Healing Summary:

So, I wanted to write Bessie, as her journal entries.

This begins before she meets Dutch and Hosea. I'm aiming to just keep adding her journal entries and see what kind of story comes. I've already written how they met, but from Hosea's perspective, so this will incorporate that but from her.

Already, this feels very different from other red dead fanfictions I've written, but hopefully, once the characters we all know come into it, it will read more red dead like. I'm aiming to keep going up to her death.

《Trigger warnings here for rape and abuse.》

Bessie is an unhappy wife, trapped in an abusive relationship that she sees no way out of, until she meets Susan, who gives her strength and support. Perhaps its Susan's influence or simply that she has been ground down further than she can take, Bessie murders her husband and the two women flee. Susan knows a couple of outlaws who may be able to help them...

[she-karev]

The Night They Met (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Origin Chapter)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 6

Summary: While DeLuca is under, he dreams about the first night he and Amber met and when he started to fall in love with her.

Words:

April 30th, 2020

“Webber paged?” Teddy asks Owen as she enters the OR.

“Yeah, for me. DeLuca got stabbed.” Teddy sees DeLuca on the table under anesthesia to her shock, “He has a massive hemothorax and blood in the pericardium.”

“Sternotomy tray?”

“And Balfour. We treated a kid in Jordan who had shrapnel in the same area.”

Teddy remembers their patient from the army, “Right. Texas Hold 'Em guy.”

“And we sent him home in one piece.”

“Alright, let's do it again.” The surgeons get ready and start to cut into DeLuca who is passed out on the table. His mind takes him back to the past or it makes him dream his own version of the past. Either way it takes him away from what’s going on right here in the present where his life is on the line.

July 17th, 2017

Andrew DeLuca walks along the sidewalk of downtown searching for a bar to drink and relax after what just transpired at Joe’s Bar ten minutes ago. He was gonna talk to Jo Wilson about how he’s worried about Dr. Shepherd but she thought he was gonna confess his feelings for her again.

DeLuca learned from the first time he tried to confess his feelings for Jo that it would be for nothing. She interrupted him and told him that she doesn’t feel the same way. It hurt him but he learned to accept it and move on. But to have her outright tell him that despite everything she still loves Alex has him yearning for a buzz to kill the sour mood Jo incited in him. He left Joe’s so he doesn’t see Jo’s face as he drowns his sorrows and is on a quest for another bar to unwind in.

He spots a hole in the wall to his right called Screwdriver. The name itself tells him it’s not a high end cocktail bar and it most likely has college students and down on their luck drunks desperate for a drink. But at this point he’ll settle for a keg in a back alley instead of the usual spot for Grey Sloan staff to drink.

He pushes through the door and the smell of stale beer hits his nose, but he continues down the stairs. The walls are covered in old rock star posters, and he can hear Summer of 69 getting louder as he reaches his destination. There are tables and a stage for live entertainment in this room that could seat about 10 people. He sees a couple of men deep into their beers at one table and spots his destination.

The bar counter is tended by a large and hairy bartender who is already tending to another patron sitting on the stool with her back towards DeLuca. He can discern that it is a woman with long blonde wavy hair. She is wearing a gray sweatshirt with dark jeans and casual shoes. Andrew can guess it’s a college student trying to drink despite being below the age limit. He ignores it however and sits two stools away from the woman without glancing at her needing to be alone in his misery tonight.

“Can I get a beer and onion rings please?” Andrew asks the bartender who nods before grabbing a glass and going to the beer tap. He hears female laughter next to him which calls his attention and he looks to his left to see that his night just got worse.

It turns out the college student was actually the woman he accidentally assaulted this morning. He didn’t recognize her because instead of an expensive dress with a coffee stain and high heels she looks casual with her college sweatshirt that has Iowa State University at the front in yellow font. The sight of her here of all places on a crappy night like this has him widening his eyes at the unfortunate coincidence.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He says in disbelief over his misfortune causing the woman to look at him offended.

“What exactly do you have to be upset with me about?”

Andrew realizes what he said and wants to take it back and explain, “No that’s not what I meant I just-”

“Did I spill coffee on you or punch you in the face or picked up your tampons?” DeLuca’s face burns at this recap in front of the bartender who is taking this out of context, “Cause I’m a little lost on what you have against me.”

DeLuca glances at the bartender who looks mildly interested at this interaction but puts a beer in front of Andrew before walking back to the kitchen. The two of them are left alone with their respective drinks basking in the awkwardness of this chance meeting.

Andrew sighs and tries to fix his mistake, “Look it was an accident, I swear.”

It falls on deaf ears because the woman is still peeved by his presence and makes it known, “No, it was three accidents, five if you count each individual tampon.”

“I said I was sorry I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Nothing, in fact we don’t have to speak to each other ever again.” The woman tells him in an aggravated tone that makes him respond the same way due to his own crankiness.

“Oh, that’s too bad, I was really enjoying getting to know you.”

“Well, I wasn’t.”

DeLuca rolls his eyes at that, “I was being sarcastic.”

The woman turns to him with a dark look, “I wasn’t.”

The two of them drink their alcohol in bitter silence once they made it clear they were not in the mood for idle chit chat. After he sips his beer he looks over at the woman who is drinking her scotch and soda.

DeLuca wants to go back to his drink and join the woman in her silent isolation but there’s something about her that intrigues him. Maybe it’s her being in a bad mood as well that has him curious about what made her want to unwind in alcohol too. Or maybe it’s because she’s unlike any other woman he met.

When he first met her this morning, she looked like she came straight from a fashion magazine. Now she looks dressed for a casual stroll instead of a night out in a bar. This change in persona has him intrigued on the angry woman next to him and for some reason a part of him wants to know her more and figure out what she’s really like beyond the clothes and bad attitude.

Andrew decides to ask a question, at this point he can’t piss her off more, “So, uh…what were you doing at the hospital anyway? Were you visiting a relative?”

The woman looks at him confused and he expects a sharp insult but instead he gets a medium respond, “No I was uh…there for an interview to become an intern.”

Andrew’s interest is piqued at the prospect of working with this beautiful woman, “Oh, what field?”

“Surgery.”

The coincidence wipes his sour mood and he looks at her impressed and surprised, “Oh that’s my field too, I’m a second-year resident.” The bartender puts the beer and onion rings out in front of Andrew who doesn’t notice as he continues talking to her, “How did it go? Did you make a good impression?”

He sees her signaling the bartender and pointing at her empty glass, “I think so I wasn’t socially inept as most doctors would be and they didn’t notice the coffee in boobs if that’s what your worried about.”

She gives him a mocking grin that would normally bother him but seeing it from her has him quietly chuckle to himself amused.

He shifts to where she’s coming from and makes an assumption based on her college shirt, “Are you visiting from Iowa?”

“No, I’m visiting from New York I went to Iowa undergrad.”

Andrew nods noting unlike most doctors he knows she went to state school, “That’s cool I hear Iowa State is a really great school for…aspiring doctors like you.” He admonishes himself for his stupid comment about a state he barely acknowledges let alone knows the information on universities there. Despite this she gives him a genuine grin amused by his verbal clumsiness and chuckles for the first time.

He joins her and notes her perfect smile before he continues, “Sorry I don’t really know what to say here.”

She faces him with a wide smile as the bartender hands her a new drink, “Really? I couldn’t tell.”

Andrew smiles before moving on to a new question, “So, New York are you graduating from Columbia? Or maybe Cornell?” The blonde woman frowns at that with surprised eyes that are furrowed. Andrew asks her out of curiosity, “What?”

She shakes her head, “Nothing it’s just…people look at me and hear New York and immediately assume model or actress. Ivy league is the last guess they would make about me.”

Andrew shrugs, “Well maybe that’s because they didn’t run into you after you interviewed for a surgery job at one of the top hospitals in the nation, that could be a factor.”

“True. As for the question neither, I’m graduating from NYU in May after that Match Day and then the rest of my life starts…no pressure.”

Andrew knows the feeling too well as he was a stressed out med student not that long ago, “So how long are you in Seattle for?”

“Just until tomorrow, I go back to New York by then.”

He sees an opportunity for a clean slate and takes it moving closer so he’s sitting in a stool right next to her, “Well since it’s your last night in town and we might work together in the near future how about we make a fresh start by letting me buy you a drink?”

She raises an eyebrow at him holding the glass in her hand that he remembers is her second drink for the night so he tries again, “Okay how about I buy you a meal then? And you can reimburse me for the dry cleaning.”

The woman chuckles at him, “Oh I’m still gonna reimburse you buddy.”

He doesn’t back down however as he is more intrigued by her the longer he talks to her, “Then you can reimburse me for any emotional or physical trauma I unintentionally cause tonight, what do you say?”

The woman looks at him blankly for a moment before responding, “All right.” She turns to the bartender, “Can I get a double cheeseburger please with the largest side of fries you have.”

Andrew can sees where this is going and grins at her long and expensive order, “With buffalo wings and after I want two of your most expensive desserts to go.”

She grins at him and he responds with a sly grin of his own before taking out his wallet for what will surely be a hefty bill.

“Can I get a name? Since your probably gonna bankrupt me in one night?” Andrew asks causing the woman to hold her hand out and he shakes it.

“My name is Amber.”

“Amber.” Andrew tries the name out and it feels nice saying it, “So Amber is there anything else I can get for you? Caviar? Maybe a beamer?”

Amber smiles at that, “Well it is the least you owe me after the pain and humiliation this morning. And you should throw in a whole new wardrobe straight from Saks.”

“I think I’ll have to sell my kidneys to swing that kind of cash.” Andrew jokes, “You know I grew up in Wisconsin and it’s right on top of Iowa but beyond the cities I memorized for field trips I don’t know much about your state.”

“Well I know Wisconsin is known for its massive amounts of dairy and cheese, is that accurate?”

“Very.” Andrew says with a nostalgic smile, “My mom was really into cooking, and she would try any dish with cheese on it. I joined my high school cross country skiing team so I could lose some of that fat. And I looked into healthy recipes I could make with my mom, so we don’t have as much lard in our systems as the dairy aisle.”

Amber chuckles at that image, “Well where I’m from we Iowans are known for our vast agriculture. We lead production in corn, soybeans and pork, what we lack in culture we make up for in fiber.”

Andrew is intrigues by this, “I guess it’s safe to say your kitchen was bustling with healthy ingredients unlike mine growing up.”

“No.” Amber says with a laugh, “Nobody in my family can cook to save their lives unless there’s clear instructions on the box. Basically, our family dinners consisted of tv dinners and white rice, although on occasion we would have mac and cheese with a little extra in it.”

“Extra?” Andrew asks with furrows eyebrows.

“Yeah, my siblings and I figured out about 50 different things to add to macaroni and cheese to give it a little something for taste.” Amber sips her drink, “Let’s see hot sauce was my favorite, hot dog too and out of some sick curiosity there was also peanut butter in the mix.”

Andrew groans in disgust and smiles in amusement, “Oh god that sounds disgusting.”

Amber smiles in agreement, “Yeah well my brother could eat anything that wasn’t nailed down so he finished it for us both thank god. Not much has changed since then, about three nights a week I have cereal for dinner and other nights I swindle my money for a hot dog from a cart that’s ten steps away from the next one.”

Andrew chuckles, “Well I’m lucky if I have the energy to pour cereal and milk together after a nightmare shift so I think I have you beat there right now.”

“Did I mention my cereal has dehydrated marshmallows?”

“Okay that is a problem.” He teases Amber who chuckles with him before he asks another question, “So what made you decide you were gonna be a doctor? I decided after four years as an EMT plus my whole family are doctors so that was motivation too. Do you have a family of doctors too?”

Amber winces at that, “Um…sort of. My brother is a surgeon, but he wasn’t the reason I decided to get into medicine. I challenge myself because nobody thought I was smart enough or determined enough to do a minimal task let alone past the MCAT. So, I made it a point to hit the books, get a 3.8 GPA and graduate with honors. After that it became kind of like a habit of mine to succeed and be the best I can be at the hardest thing possible.”

Andrew nods understanding her more, “And what could be harder than cutting into people and sewing them back together?”

“Exactly.” Amber confirms with a smug grin, “I thought I wanted to be an engineer growing up, but I figured out quickly that me and machinery are like lighting a match at a dumpster fire. Plus, those reflective vests are ugly.”

“True and what’s more trending than scrubs?” Andrew is very impressed at the woman next to him and makes it known, “It’s admirable, you pushing yourself like that. Med school for me was filled with legacy kids who expect shortcuts so hearing how you worked hard to earn everything you got is refreshing.”

Amber grins flattered, “Well I like to think we live in a meritocracy where people rise and fall based on how hard they work.”

Andrew is taken back by her vocabulary, “I think this is the first time I’m hearing the word meritocracy. Was politician your career goal too?”

“No, I practically grew up in a library.” Amber elaborates further, “We had basic cable, and I didn’t have enough money for a bookstore so checking out books was my best and cheapest option.”

Hearing about how she’s a bookworm too has Andrew’s interest in this woman reach higher and his attraction to her grows, “What did you like to read?”

“Fantasy mostly, I’m a sucker for magical worlds that turn into big movie franchises.” Andrew grins as his previous perception of her fades the more he knows about her, “I also like horror, reading about scary situations is so much better than seeing it on the big screen and…” Amber sips the last of her drink telling Andrew she has an embarrassing secret that requires alcohol to tell, “I also like graphic novels.”

Andrew’s eyes widen at the image of her reading Superman or Batman in the back of a comic bookstore, “Wow, I did not peg you for a comic book nerd.”

“Graphic novels.” Amber corrects with a serious face, “If you’re gonna make fun of me at least do it right. And I’m not a nerd, I haven’t read every single graphic novel in the world, just the ones that pique my interest. I have specific tastes.”

Andrew sips his beer, “Like what?”

Amber thinks for a moment, “Like Punisher, Old Man Logan, The Walking Dead those are my favorites. I like the dark and gory stuff with tortured antiheroes set in apocalyptic worlds.”

Andrew smiles at this, “Well when you put it like that I might have to give one of those a read.”

Amber chuckles at that before she pauses as a new song plays, “God I love this song.”

Andrew listens to determine what the song is and figures out it’s Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks, “You like Fleetwood Mac?” He asks Amber who he thinks is the coolest person he’s ever met right now.

“Doesn’t everybody?” Amber asks back with a smile that stops Andrew dead.

“As far as I know right now yeah.” Andrew says after his peds rotation that lets him know the latest trends among the youth, “But it’s mostly because of that new Guardians of the Galaxy movie that had that one song that was already-”

“Overrated to begin with? I know!” Andrew is surprised at this shared point of view, and he almost wants to pinch himself to see if he’s dreaming the perfect girl right now. However, he doesn’t as he listens intently while she continues venting.

“It’s like ‘there’s a whole album with so many songs that are so much catchier, go on your spotify now’ Also it’s not the band that makes the songs great it’s the singer. Stevie Nicks went solo after Mac but nobody put her masterpieces on the charts.”

“Exactly!” Andrew agrees full heartedly, “I mean they worked on Rumours while there was affairs and divorces and so many other things that make good bands breakup. They put all that drama into a great album and yet everyone is focused on that one song because it goes with one scene in that one movie. It’s just…” Andrew stops when he notices the furrowed eyebrows and her hand over her lips that tells him he’s elaborating too much, “Sorry, my mind goes somewhere else when Mac is involved.”

Amber moves her hand revealing a grin, “I get it, I’m passionate about that band too, mainly because of Stevie. I mostly got into it because my middle name is Stevie, but I learned to appreciate the artistry and the history of it.”

DeLuca raises an eyebrow at that weird fact, “Your parents named you after Stevie Nicks? Not Christine or Lindsey?”

“Shut up.” Amber chuckles at that question that makes Andrew grin, “My dad was really into blues music. But hey I’m lucky I didn’t get B.B. or Muddy.”

“Or Fats Domino.” Amber chuckles at that sipping her drink before she closes her eyes bopping her head at the song.

“Here comes my favorite part.” Andrew sees her tapping her fingers against the counter according to the rhythm and is struck by lightning at what he hears next, “Lovers forever, face to face”

Andrew hears Amber singing the chorus and he knows he isn’t doing anything because the sound of her bedroom voice singing one of his favorite songs has him frozen in place. He begins to understand that Italian phrase he heard growing up ‘colpo di fulmine’ in English translation its interpreted as either ‘love at first sight’ or ‘lightning strike’. He can guess the latter interprets it correctly because the second he heard this beautiful woman start to sing it’s like something struck him.

Something so powerful and intense he can’t comprehend it but he knows it’s because of this smart, beautiful and independent woman next to him that has his full attention while she sings perfectly in tune and harmony.

“My city, your mountains stay with me, stay” Amber doesn’t notice Andrew staring at her as she sings too enthralled by the song, “I need you to love me, I need you today. Give to me your leather take from me my lace”

When she finishes singing, she opens her eyes and notices the staring next to her that makes her blush as he sees a red hue across her cheeks. He stops his staring looking at the beer instead hoping he didn’t ruin this by leering. She clears her throat; he fully expects her to say good night and walk out of the bar, but her next words catch him off guard.

“Do you want to sit at a table? I’m getting a crick at my neck facing you at this angle so…”

Andrew nods, “Yeah sure a table is fine, lets go.” Andrew lets Amber stand first and pick out a table while he says a silent thank you to the lord for not screwing up his chance with this dream woman.

[totalelliot]

Jeff and BEN how they met (headcanons too) :)

WARNING: This relationship between them is not canon anyway, it is my own headcanon in my universe. Murder, abuse. I recommend reading the alt text of the image below:))

My AU! Not slendermansion au!

As he had never used one, he had a problem with it, but after some time he managed to figure out how the contraption worked.

When Jeff found an old abandoned cell phone, he decided to take it for himself. With it he could communicate, he honestly didn't know with whom. He figured it could be useful to him.

On one occasion he received a message from an unknown number. He decided that what's the harm and played around a bit. It started with short conversations over a few words, but it developed into detailed descriptions of the murders Jeff performed on his victims. He was pleased that his interlocutor was still writing to him and was interested in what he liked, from which it followed that they became companions.

BEN promised Jeff that he would make it so that the police would not detect him, because he liked hearing about what he was doing. BEN was bored on his own even though he could bully people through the Internet or Clever bot. This gave him something more, they couldn't even call it that they were friends, just good acquaintances.

A few headcanons:

Often, Jeff uses his victim's computer to chat with BEN before calling the police if he has the opportunity. He is known to the police for calling after a murder.

BEN doesn't really care about their relationship, he just likes to tease and listen to other people's stories.

In another universe, they would spend time together by walking at night, drinking, smoking or taking drugs.

BEN cannot leave the device like he would in slendermansion AU, sometimes he feels sorry for not having such skills.

Once, when Jeff decided to call him, only the sounds of a broken device and various incomprehensible words were heard from behind the receiver.

BEN often writes in internet slangs, which means he has to explain to Jeff what they mean.

Thanks to BEN, Jeff manages to find many remote places where he can hide or kill someone with more time to escape.

Sometimes Jeff thinks BEN is so fucking scary and fucked up. Something much worse than himself, but he cannot admit it.

Something about Jeff and BEN's relationship in my AU because I haven't posted anything in a long time. I'm thinking about re-writing a creepypasta, but I can't decide LOL.

[qstarhalo]

Gotta starhalo up my blog again. Gotta gay it more up over here.

[0xcoffeex0]

Ok children it seems like y'all really like my Golden Cheese, Ananas and Millie headcanons so,

( left to right btw )

Oldest :

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Actual headcanon:

I feel like Ananas and Millie are (not biologically) parents to Goldie. Ananas was that type of parent to permit Goldie whatever she wanted, while Millie was that type of protective parent (in a good way though).

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How did they meet?

(Atp I'm giving y'all a whole story) Millie and Ananas already knew each other but eventually met Goldie when she was just a baby or child

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Anyway feel free to reblog or comment what y'all think

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[liliallowed]

Blood tw

ur dragon au got me going silly

tw blood