#badboyhalo x reader

[magicalbunbun]

So I'm thinking Dsmp Y/N with either Technoblade,Wilbur or Bbh and Skeppy don't ask why

And I feel like Foolish,Slimecicle or Jaiden(Platonic sorta way?,more siblings relationship?)

Dsmp

Qsmp

And witch ship I enjoyed the most:

A/n

By the way guys, I redesign MC from dream smp because I start to not like the design I made then🫣

[blakeswritingimagines]

Who fell first and harder

Dream: You fell first but he fell harder

Sapnap: He fell first but you fell harder

George: You fell first and harder

Wilbur: You fell first but he fell harder

Fundy: You fell first but he fell harder

Karl: He fell first and harder

Eret: He fell first but you fell harder

Bad: You fell first but he fell harder

Foolish: You fell first but he fell harder

Niki: You both fell first but she fell harder

[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine playing gta with Quackity and Badboyhalo

Their gta video is definitely one of my comfort videos

[beeindaclouds]

Hello bee! Can i have a C!DSMP x nezuko reader? If you don't know nezuko you can make the reader a demon like bbh!

💮 anon

💮 anon, hii! Trust me, I know a lot about Demon Slayer, I've been an anime fan for waaay to long now lol

I hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP w/ a Demon!Reader

Includes C!: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, Philza, Technoblade, Nihachu, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

Being a demon wasn't really your choice

Some are born with it and some accidentally become one after being bitten

You were, unfortunately, the former

Unspeakable things had been done to your village because of your uncontrollable form

But thanks to a certain demon, Badboyhalo, you were able to put your powers under control

Bad had to but you on a "no blood" diet to get your conscious back

And once you were back to normal you also had to keep on biting on a bamboo stick, kind of as a way to muzzle your own hunger

[a.n: just search "Nezuko" if you don't understand the whole "bamboo muzzle" thing]

During these months of recovery you had constant nightmares of the things you had done to your village

Luckily for you, Bad and Skeppy were great company. They really acted like your dads, which you found really comforting

Because of your "muzzle", you didn't talk much to anybody, but everybody in the SMP knew pretty much who and what you were

You had helped Dream and Punz numerous times whenever they needed your strength. You were completely oblivious to what you were helping them with, but wanted to be kind to everyone;

Sapnap and you shared a very close sibling-like bond. Being basically adopted by Bad and growing up togheter as siblings;

You didn't know much about George, other then the things Sapnap or Dream would tell you;

Sapnap and Bad had kept you away from getting close to any of the L'manburg civilians. But they especially kept you far awya from Wilbur, Phil and Techno, mostly for your safety

Karl and Quackity also treated you as a little sibling, probably because of your relationship w/ their fiancée. But you later were kept clueless from their whole "fighting" period

That didn't mean that you didn't meet atleast some of them

You especially liked Niki and Techno. Niki just had a naturally welcoming aura, while Techno had complimented your demon form and fighting style many times

When the egg first appeared, and your dad Bad started drifting apart from you, it led you to moving in with Auntie Puffy

While living with her you met Foolish and Sam, who would sometimes visit and hang out with you for a bit

[pookiebookie26]

There is not enough fanfics about badboyhalo😭 read them all already🥲

[disturbed-and-depressed]

Badboyhalo: I like your top, Y/n!

Skeppy: I have a name, you know.

Y/n: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this?

[oceandeviancy]

Speculation (BadBoyHalo x Male Reader)

Title: Speculation

Pairing: BadBoyHalo x Male Reader

Requested by: xenenbii on Wattpad

Scenario: You decide to make hot chocolate for Bad while he streams.

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It was no secret that it can be hard dating a content creator. (Y/N) had many creator friends who had their relationship public and he's seen the good and bad affects of doing that. Some flourish in the spotlight, showing off that perfect life, while others have seen the strain. He has witnessed many breakups and it wasn't fun to witness his friends go through so much pain, especially when millions of fans were involved.

He was grateful there were friends that trusted him enough to know the status of their relationship and in turn, he knew the status of his own was safe with them as well. (Y/N) was not a famous YouTuber or streamer by any means. Sure, he did a Twitch stream occasionally and a YouTube video rarely but he did not consider himself on the same level as his boyfriend or any of his other friends. That life was something he did not need the stress of.

(Y/N) saw the stress Darryl had keeping up with content creation and his public persona. He was glad his partner always set aside time to spend with him. He sometimes wondered how actors could spend months at a time away from their families. He wondered if it carried the same association of a musician going on tour.

One thing (Y/N) loved to do is watch Darryl's streams and bring him things as needed any time he mentioned them. It was (Y/N)'s way of telling Darryl he was watching. You'd think he would be mod with how much he spent watching but the pair agreed it was best if that didn't happen. Being mod could cause people to start looking into who (Y/N) was. Some fans could be a bit intense with how they treated their favorite people and those surrounding them.

On today's stream, Darryl had a camera set up to show Rat, who was currently sleeping on her bed, and the audience were loving it. They would commentate on everything she was doing. Every turn, every yawn, and every blink of her eyes. It was a bit much but Darryl preferred this greatly over some of the spam he's had to endure over the years.

Rat wasn't her actual name but it fit her so well that it might as well be her name. It's one of those nicknames you give your pets that become so common in your day to day life that using the original name seems wrong. Even when he wasn't using his BadBoyHalo persona, Darryl would sometimes say or do things that he would typically only say or do while streaming, including saying Rat. (Y/N) found it adorable.

(Y/N) didn't love Darryl because of him being a popular YouTuber. He loved Darryl for Darryl, and he appreciated that. Darryl didn't need to keep up his online persona in his personal life. He wasn't having to live a lie with his boyfriend. The lie was to his audience.

He was watching the stream, which was mainly building a new base, while trying to finish a personal project. He had all of his work out on the kitchen island and his laptop with the stream off to the side. (Y/N) kept moving the laptop around as he didn't want to bury it underneath all of his work.

"Does this look right chat? I can't decide if I like this color or this color"

(Y/N) checked the stream to see the context. Darryl was designing the entrance to the base and had several ideas for the color palette. The chat seemed to be split between the two options he had shown. (Y/N) quickly typed his opinion in chat and went back to his work.

"Yes, I think I am going to agree with everyone saying this one. Sorry to those who said the other. Both were very good options"

He continued to make progress and was slowly clearing the table.

"'What is your favorite drink'? Hmm...that is a good question. I think I'd say hot chocolate. Man, I'd love some right now"

In that moment, (Y/N) got an idea.

He thought it would be a good idea to make some hot chocolate for Darryl as a surprise and for him to have a treat to enjoy while streaming. He found the container in the cabinet and started the process of making it. Normally he would make the whipped cream but they, unfortunately, didn't have the cream or the vanilla he preferred to use. He chose to just use the can in the refrigerator.

Occasionally he would hear Darryl say something hilarious from reading chat and (Y/N) would let out a laugh. He loved his goofy self.

Once the hot chocolate was done, he topped it with the whipped cream and a little bit of cinnamon.

He walked into Darryl's room and could see he was busy with his game and reading chat. Rat was sleeping peacefully in her bed. With a careful eye on the hot chocolate, (Y/N) made his way across the room. He taps Darryl's shoulder to alert him.

"Oh gosh, you scared me" he jumped.

"Sorry," (Y/N) laughs softly, "I thought you might like some hot chocolate"

He hands Darryl the mug, whose face immediately lights up at the sight of it. He takes it from his boyfriend and places it on the part of his desk where he knows he won't accidentally knock it over.

"Should've known you were watching my stream"

"Of course. They're always very interesting"

"Chat certainly makes it interesting"

They both glance at chat. It was a mix of emoji and meme spam and people beginning to question who was talking.

"Indeed they do," (Y/N) turns to Rat, "Sorry to wake you, Rat"

He kisses her head and pulls out a dog treat from his pocket. He offers it to Rat, who immediately takes it. Dogs were always really hilarious to watch eating a treat. (Y/N) did know he was in view of the Rat Cam but in this moment, he wanted to forget.

"Would you like me to order food for you? I was considering getting something for myself but thought I'd ask you as well"

"I'd love some. I'll text you once I figure out what I want"

"Great. Enjoy your stream"

(Y/N) gives Darryl a soft kiss and leaves the room. Darryl was grateful he wasn't using his webcam. He was burning from the blush that would be very clear to an audience.

"I know what my chat is going to say. (Y/N) is just my roommate, I've said that many times before" Darryl says.

He really did wish he could tell them the truth but now just wasn't the time. One thing that was important was time. He wanted the time with (Y/N) where his audience wasn't going to constantly ask about the relationship or try to dig into their personal lives. He liked that peace. Separating his work and personal life is how he liked to live.

A lot of their friends knew they were roommates but only a small group knew of their relationship status. Darryl trusted the people who knew.

"I think communities of content creators sometimes look too deeply into the things the creator shares with their audience. Friends will playfully interact with each other, that doesn't mean they are attracted to each other. People will have roommates, that doesn't mean they are dating"

He could see that chat was still the mess that it was. On top of the normal spam, it was now filled with speculation and theories about who (Y/N) really was. It wouldn't stop as that is just how some fans can be but he could ignore it in the best way he could.

"Let's go back to this game, shall we?" Darryl sighs

He glances at chat and sees a familiar chatter.

(U/N): People are so nosey smh

"Indeed they are (Y/U), indeed they are"

[l0cked0uttt]

I'm Fine With You Being In A Cult But I Draw The Line At All This Transgender Shit

Badboyhalo x Trans!Male reader (FTM) (geared towards romantic but can be seen as platonic)

Angst to slight fluff at the end

Prompt: The readers parents find out about them being trans and kick them out, M/N seeks help and guidance from Bad and the egg.

CW/TW: Transphobia, misgendering, use of deadname, mentions of cult/cultist activity, cursing.

M/N is used (meaning male name)

D/N means dead name and is used briefly in the beginning

All tranphobic parts are very brief and I will provide a warning as to when they start and stop

This is when Bad is under the Eggs influence, I apologize if I get his personality wrong, I haven't had much experience with writing Bad as well as his persona in the Eggpire so if I get anything wrong feel free to correct me.

(M/N is apart of the Eggpire if it wasn't obvious already)

A/N: I thank a spin wheel for helping me with this one, honestly helped with the slight writers block lol

~The transphobia/misgendering starts here, proceed with caution~

M/N was sitting on the couch in his childhood home, he had decided to see his parents and fill them in on the most important thing in his life, the egg. It took them a little bit of time, but they understood that their "daughter" had "her" beliefs and they respected that, even if they were a little weird.

As for M/N, he was slowly cracking, before leaving, he had assured Bad that everything would be okay and now he was just waiting for the perfect moment to tell them. 'No better time than the present.' he thought and silently prayed to the Egg for guidance and confidence.

"Mom, Dad, I had something to tell you, something very important."

His mother smiles and clapped, turning her attention to M/N.

"Oh please tell me that you and that boy of your's is getting married, I've been waiting so long to see my little girl in a wedding gown, though I do hope you grow your hair out, I hate how you keep cutting it."

There it is again, "girl".

"Um, no, me and Bad are not getting married, it's something more important."

"What could be more important than you finally settling down?" His father questioned.

M/N shifted uncomfortably in his seat before speaking, "Mom, Dad, I'm trans, I've been meaning to tell you for a while now and seeing how well you reacted to me being with the Egg and Bad I finally wanted to tell you." M/N's tone was cheerful, he had a smile on his face. However that smile slowly began to drop as he noticed his parents' dumbfounded faces.

"Mom-"

He was cut off by his mother starting to scream at him.

"What do you mean your "trans" you can't be trans you were born a girl, I raised a little girl not a fucking tranny!"

M/N sat there his eyes widened, he didn't expect her to react this way.

"D/N, me and your mother are fine with you being in this cult stuff but we have to draw the line here."

His mother finished his sentence.

"and that line is all this transgender shit."

"That's not my name, my name is M/N!" M/N stood up, he wanted to seem intimidating but he couldn't stop shaking.

"Bullshit! The name that I gave you and the name that is on your birth certificate is D/N! Not whatever the hell M/N is."

~Transphobia/misgendering ends here~

Tears began to well up in his eyes as his body began shaking even more, and that's when the screaming matches started.

The three were yelling at each other, M/N wouldn't have been surprised if the neighbors heard.

"Get the fuck out of my house!"

His father yelled and the whole house went silent.

"What-"

"I said, get. the fuck. out. of my house!"

M/N covered his ears and looked down at the ground before running to the door and grabbing his stuff. As he walked out of his house the tears kept falling from his eyes, his arms were wrapped tightly around himself.

After about half an hour M/N had finally made it back home, back to the Egg, back to Bad.

"Bad..? I'm home.." M/N's voice was hoarse and he was tired from crying all the way home.

Bad poked his head around the corner, a big smile adored his face as he saw his lover. "Hey M/N!" Bad walked over giving his boyfriend a big hug, when he pulled away he held M/N's face and that's when he noticed the tear stains on his face.

"Oh my prime what happened? Is everything okay?"

M/N opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out as he broke down into tears again. Bad pulled his lover into a hug and M/N held on to Bad as if he was afraid he would leave.

"Muffin, what happened?"

"I-I told my mom and dad about the egg and me and they were fine with the egg but when I told them about me." M/N started breaking down into more sobs, burying his face in Bad's shoulder and he got the message.

"Hey look at me." Bad spoke in a soft tone, holding M/N's face in his hands.

M/N was still crying pretty hard but he looked at him.

"I support you, Ant supports you, Ponk, Punz, Hannah, Skeppy, we all support you. But you know the most important thing?"

M/N had calmed down enough to be able to properly speak,sniffling every once and while, while Bad whipped away any tears.

"What?" His voice was soft and cracking.

"The Egg supports you and the Egg will always be here to support you, and if your parents can't see that then they don't deserve you or the Eggs time."

The two rested their foreheads together, taking in the time to calm down and enjoy each other's company. Bad gave a quick forehead kiss before holding M/N's hand.

"Come on, let's go cuddle, you look like you could use some rest."

"Thank you Bad, for everything." M/N smiled, giving him a hug.

"You're welcome, it's the least I can do! Now come on, it's cuddle time!"

********

Whoo! I actually quiet enjoyed making this, despite the transphobic themes in the beginning but I loved making a fluffy badboyhalo story it was just too sweet!

Surprisingly this only took two days to write and I have another one planned to post later tonight so look out for that!

Word Count: 892 (I planned on this being longer but I cut out a lot of the fight between M/N and his parents because once I was done I was like "Okay maybe I projected a little too much" so that's why its shorter, hope it's still good tho!)

[seokjinniebangtan]

hii do you still take requests?

I've been gone for too long so yes I am taking requests ;)

Dream: What kind of request doll?

George: What's your request babe?

Sapnap: Oh baby, this better be good.

Karl: What's the request boo?

Punz: Ask a way hun.

Quackity: Ah mi amor, I'd never turn down your request.

Eret: Don't be shy my love, what did you need?

Sam: Of course my little bunny.

Foolish: Does my precious maiden seek my assistance?

Schlatt: Well don't hesitate now doll, speak up.

Phil: Don't be afraid to ask me anything sweetheart.

Techno: Come on Princess, don't be shy, spit it out.

Wilbur: Enlighten me darling.

Fundy: Aww, anything for you bun.

Bad: My sweet angel, just say the word and I'll deliver.

Skeppy: I'd happy to oblige your request sweetie.

[poisonous-lemonade]

HII HOW ARE YOU DOING??

Anyways I will be sending you a lot of quackity prompts because I’m a huge simp (hope you don’t mind)

But anyways

Quackity x male reader but he has a FAT CRUSH on reader but reader is completely oblivious and quackitys friends tease him but reader is STILL OBLIVIOUS ASF

Anyways I understand if u don’t wanna do it dw

A/N: Woah there Bee, take a breath, these will take a while, but they will be done

Quackity Quandary: How to Get Noticed by an Oblivious Crush

"Quackity, Jesus, man, is he that bad?" Badboyhalo asked as he sat across from him, a cup of coffee in his hand.

See, Quackity had this problem, well, his crush had this problem at just completely being oblivious to his advances, every advance shut down because he couldn't pick up on them.

"Yes, Bad, it is that bad!" Quackity groan, his face in his hands.

"He can't be that oblivious, I'm sure he has to pick up on it soon," Bad thought, giving Quackity a reassuring smile as he sipped his drink. "Besides, you're meeting up with him, right? For a date?" Quackity groaned at the reminder.

"Yeah, Bad, that's the problem, Y/n, he-"

"Y/N thinks that Quackity just wants to hang out with him and doesn't see it as a date." Skeppy laughed from next to Bad, causing Quackity to roll his eyes with a loud groan.

"Oh! Well, I, I guess that's not good, but I'm sure it'll turn out fine!" Bad stumbled over his words with a small nervous smile.

"Yeah, but Quackity is too pussy to do anything about it," Sapnap said, walking in from the kitchen.

"Hey! Language-"

"Besides, Y/N thinks that you're just teasing him, you know, playfully flirting with him." Sapnap pointed down, sitting down next to Quackity, ignoring Bad's light scolding.

"But how can I get that to stop!?"

"You don't, you just learn to deal with it and move on." Skeppy shrugs, stealing a glance at Sapnap. "Or, you could-"

"Just tell him." Sapnap finished Skeppy's thought before both burst out laughing.

"Hey! Come on guys! Don't be so rude!" Bad scolds with a small scoff, reaching to hold Quackity's hand. "Ignore them, I'm sure he can't be as bad as you say."

"Oh, he is! Remember that one time!?" Skeppy playfully teased with his laughter. "It was so funny, Quackity and Y/N were just "hanging out" and then Quackity-"

"Hugged him and Y/N just said, "Stop hugging me, I'm trying to pick out George's birthday present"?!" Sapnap finished, both continuing to laugh painfully as Quackity's face turned red.

"You said you wouldn't bring that up! And you told Skeppy?!" Quackity groaned, Bad also trying to hold back his laughter and be a good friend.

"I'm sure that was just a one-time thing, I'm sure it was just really close to George's birthday and-"

"Bad, just stop, please." Quackity cut him off with a deep sigh, fixing his beanie subconsciously. "It wasn't-"

"2 months, actually," Skeppy spoke up through laughter, causing Bad to stifle his laugh more harshly this time.

"Oh, well, that, uh, that's-" Bad let out a small huff of a laugh, covering his mouth before continuing to laugh. "I-I'm so, so sorry, that's just-" Bad cut himself off as he continued to stifle his laughter.

"Bad! Come on! Help me, man!" Quackity groaned. "God! Why does he have to be so, so him!?" Quackity stood up from the couch, walking out of the house as his friends still laughed, although it had died down a little. "Forgot this, I'm leaving."

"Wait, Quackity! Come back! We still need to talk about the time you fumbled to bag so hard!" Sapnap laughed before he was cut off by Quackity slamming the front door shut.

He was sure if it wasn't him in this situation, he would laugh too, but it was him so he couldn't help but feel a bit of playful betrayal, it was the only way he could describe it. So he sighed, picking up his pride as he walked home, his ride was Sapnap but there wasn't any way he was riding home with him now. But God he wishes he did.

"Quackity?" A voice said with a confused brow raised. He stopped and looked up from his pity party to catch the eyes of you with his.

"Y/N?" He asked, almost frozen in shock before shaking himself out of it. "What, what are you doing? Walking, I mean?"

"Well, Bad texted me, said to come over to his because you needed to tell me something? Did something happen in between that time?"

"Bad texted you!?" He asked with a small but quite sharp breath. "When!?" He asked.

"Um, not long ago, like 20 minutes?" You said with a small shrug, walking closer to Quackity. "I'm guessing it didn't work out then?" Quackity sighed and shook his head.

"No, no, I guess, you, you are right." He said, cursing internally as he finished his words. "I should get going, I need to get home."

"Well let me walk you, I really only came over because of you so I might as well walk you home." And there was your stupid way of talking about him like you loved him.

"No, no, it's fine, I'm sure Bad is still waiting for you."

"He can wait, I want to make sure you make it home safe." You had a way with words that Quackity couldn't describe and it physically hurt him trying too.

"No, Y/N, it's fine, I got this," Quackity said, shaking his head and walking around you, a bright blush filling his cheeks as he continued to walk away.

In all honestly, he wasn't expecting much or anything at all, but it just had to be you, it had to be you he ran into, it always lead back to you, and like everything else, you had to have the last words.

"Alright, I love you, text me when you make it home safe."

Quackity paused at Y/N's words, snapping his head around to see that you were already walking away like those words did not just leave your mouth. Was it always that easy? What the fuck!?

[lucky-whispers]

I'm hyperfixated on QSMP so have this. Don't mind if it's bad pls I just needed to get this down quickly I have an essay due soon 😭

QSMP X READER

notes: angst, about the eggs and the last day of Purgatory. Reader is gender neutral and on team bolas. The reader has their own egg (e/n), major character death bc I don't know if everyone got off the egg island.

You had been celebrating with your team, moments before for the victory of Philza, who beat Tubbo and were on your way to go save your eggs

You were laughing, screaming BOLAS BOLAS BOLAS! With your teammates, punching Philza playfully on the shoulder, lifting him up with Cellbit

When the video came on, you raced to the museum, desperate to find your baby. The time with bolas was fun, but it was hell knowing you were somewhat safe and (e/n) was suffering. Their (accessory) was crooked and ripping, dirt on their shell.

You would never forgive yourself if your kid was hurt and you could have stopped it, even if you were being held hostage and had no say in the situation

So when you saw them finally, after weeks of worry and crying, after everything you had gone through to save them, you almost broke down crying. You didn't though- you had to stay strong for your kid.

You were talking to them, gently and making sure they were safe. As one of the older kids, they had been helping take care of the younger (newer) eggs.

You were so proud, and so happy to finally see your kid you could only smile and listen to their adventures

Everything happened so quickly, you barely had any time to react

El Quackity joined the entity's side, and when you tried to comfort Roier the meteors and earthquakes started.

Leaving Roier's side, you started to punch the glass, trying to get to your kid, having lost your items when switching from green team to red. You heard your friends screaming around you, desperately trying to save their kids.

Your heart shattered when (e/n) placed a sign, saying 'Its okay, mama/papa/parent. I love you, I know you tried.' "PHILZA DO SOMETHING!" You heard Foolish scream, and your heart shattered as your egg disappeared. "FUCK! NO! NO NO NO!" You screamed, ripping your voice, sobs racking through your body so painfully you couldn't try to get up. You felt someone tear you away, but no matter how hard you fought against it, you couldn't get through their grasp.

You cried out, screaming cuss words at the entity who wasn't even there anymore. "MY BABY! THEY TOOK MY KID! PLEASE! GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!" You didn't even care as your vision blurred, and you saw Badboyhalo dragging you along, dapper running behind. You didn't have the energy to fight, but you would be damned if you let another kid die. You picked up dapper, running faster than Bad, who gratefully nodded at you as you ran to the boat.

In the end, you didn't make it. You sat in horror, watching as Cellbit said goodbye to Roier in chat, and the few who got into the boat, asking where everyone was. You felt bad shaking, as he clutched Dapper to his chest, you quickly pulled him along and messaged Philza 'Catch.' You used the last of your elytra and threw dapper on board, falling into the sea. You were pushed by the current onto land, where you sat down next to your friends who had just missed the boat. Watching as egg island was destroyed. Without knowing if your egg was alive. All you could do was hope their death was painless.

[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine meeting up with Quackity, Bad and Rat

[beeindaclouds]

DSMP with a reader who passed away awhile ago and one day they meet a small kid who eerily looks like them. (but different personality. An opposite. F.ex: if reader is outgoing and loud, then the kid would be super quiet). Their reactions would be up to you

- 🌌

Hallo 🌌 anon, thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP w/ a Reader who is resurrected as a child

Includes: mostly Dream, Badboyhalo, Wilbur Soot. The rest are only just mentioned

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

You used to be such a bright and happy person when you first joined the SMP

Helping everyone with their needs was always your goal

No matter what the person had done, you always saw the good in them

You were the neutral peace that was needed between the ongoing wars in the SMP

But unfortunately, no matter how good and kind you were, you were thrown in the fire

And as your three lives were stolen from you, by several people you cared for and trusted, you slowly started losing that spark that made you...well, you

No matter how many tears and apologies were spilled over your grave, you felt absolutely nothing as you watched them from the other side

It was pathetic really. Caring so much for someone just to stab them in the back later on, only to cry and care for them again after they're gone

You felt pathetic. For caring so much and beign so kind to people who didn't absolutely deseve it

But luck seemed to be on your side, as a certain Godess of Death gave you a seocnd chance in life

You were reborn by her, appearing in the SMP as a completely different person

Specifically a child

Not the age you wanted to be, but better then to be reborn as an infant ig

Your first appearance there went unnoticed, to them you were just a child like any other

But once you started taking your revenge over the once who wronged you, you were finally remembered by who you used to be

Most of them were surprised to see you as a completely different person

Cold and quiet is what they would describe you as, the completely opposite of how they described you before

But they understood where you came from, all of your actions being driven by anger and betrayal

The ones who were more worried about your return were Dream, Wilbur and Bad.

Dream had taken your first life, as a way of keeping you quiet after you discovered his intentions with the revival book

Wilbur took your next one during the distruction of L'mamburg, losing a life togheter with the rest of the people there

And lastly was Bad, having used you to study more about the egg and it's powers which resulted in your sacrifice

The people now feared what they had, technically, created

Stripping every piece of a joy from a person, probably the only one, who cared about them and had hope for them

Just to turn them into a shell of themselves, who had nothing else in mind other then taking their revenge against the ones who wronged them

[pandas-soft]

Nvm- I can't seem to like anything I'm writing for them :(

Do any of you have requests? ^^

Lovely blossoms from Tumblr <3 I’ll let you all vote for my next work, because I need to know which work from these two will be first, so:

Heart | ♥ ⇾ C!Beeduo Blurb

Reblog | 🔁  ⇾ C!Quacknap Blurb

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The Customer (BadBoyHalo x Male Reader)

Title: The Customer

Pairing: BadBoyHalo x Male Reader

Request by: friendandghostbur on Wattpad

Scenario: Bad works at Starbucks and finds himself fixating over one specific customer and tries to work up the courage to give you his number.

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Darryl yawned as he refilled the large coffee machine. His energy drink hadn't kicked in yet and he was trying to do his best to do all the necessary tasks without messing anything up. If he did, the results wouldn't be pretty. He tried his best to avoid making customers angry, although they always found a way to be regardless.

Despite being tired, he enjoyed the morning shift. It made him feel like he was doing a lot. To be fair, Starbucks was always busy no matter when you came in. It was nice to be there before opening, getting everything ready. It was a time he could relax and breathe for a moment without the stress of the frequent rushes that were common in the industry. He loved the smells of freshly brewed coffee and tea. It's one of the reasons he loved being a barista. The scent did change if it sat there for a long time, as it often did, but it is something only a barista would notice.

Currently, there were only two working before opening. Darryl was focused on brewing the various teas and coffees while his coworker made sure everything was organized and stocked for the morning. The third employee would be arriving shortly after opening. It was only a Monday and from experience, Mondays were never all that busy. There were sometimes unexpected rushes, but he wasn't going to worry about it.

Darryl did a quiet groan when he heard a specific pop song playing over the speakers. He wished that they would change the playlist regularly. He already heard many of the songs enough. He especially hated the songs that were popular ten years ago but no longer relevant today.

Light was beginning to peak through the still drawn curtains. It indicated that he needed to hurry up and finish all his tasks. He listened for the absence of the familiar hissing from the machines. Once it had stopped, he poured a few of the containers into separate pitchers. These often acted as the bases for drinks this café offered.

He began to smell the coffee in the air, and he smiled. He sure did love this.

Darryl took a deep breath and immersed himself in his work. Zoning out like this helped him lose track of the time to give himself the illusion that time was moving faster than it was. He set an alarm on his watch for five minutes before opening so he could be fully ready to serve customers. He glanced at the window. The sun wasn't quite up yet from what he could see.

He allowed his mind to wander. He wondered if he could see himself still being a barista years from now. While he enjoyed it, some days, it made him want to hop into a box and hide forever. For being one of the most helpful workers towards Americans, many of them sure did make it difficult to function. It really gave Darryl mixes signals of whether those customers liked their drinks. They always come back but always complain.

It wasn't the happiest thing to focus on, so he forced his mind to think about something else. He could picture himself working in a fancier café. One that would make their pastries every morning, instead of just heating up frozen products. One that valued quality rather than the speed the Starbucks corporation expected their baristas to work. Darryl grinned into the sink as he cleaned out a metal cup. Someday he'll gain enough experience to be able to apply to a fun place like that.

It would be a fun experience if he chose to go to culinary school for baking but being a barista meant it could sometimes be difficult to afford necessities. He knew it would not be near enough to pay for the years of school. There were programs that could assist him but through his research, the ones that applied to him had too many restrictions that he wasn't a fan of.

His watch starts beeping, pulling him out of his fantasies of having a better job. Katie, the other employee there with him, had already opened the curtains. Darryl could see a few cars waiting in the parking lot and even a young woman on her phone, patiently waiting for the doors to open.

She must really need her coffee to be here already. Darryl thought.

With nothing left to do, he tapped his fingers against the counter and watched the second hand on the clock. He was growing impatient. He wasn't even sure why he wanted the store to open this instance suddenly. He just had a feeling that today was going to be a good day.

Another alarm went off, Katie's this time, signaling that it was time for her to unlock the door. Standing up straight, he prepared himself for the very first order at the counter. The woman came up and begun to place her order. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw more people come through the door. Behind him, he heard Katie and the third employee beginning to take orders from the drive thru.

"Will that be all for you?" Darryl asked the woman.

"Yeah" she responded.

As the day went on, he made a mixture of normal orders and stranger ones for teens who had most certainly seen the combination from TikTok or Instagram. Sometimes he would make these orders for himself to try new trends. He wasn't sure he liked them as many times, it was too sweet to the point that it was undrinkable. It would be better just to get a normal drink.

The rush slowly died down allowing Darryl to take a moment to breathe. It could sometimes be a little suffocating, constantly running around in different directions making drinks. Each time, he hoped it tasted as good as the last. No one wants their morning ruined by a mediocre cup of coffee. It won't have that same punch of caffeine.

Just as he was contemplating whether he would make himself a drink, he heard the familiar chime of the door opening. He looked up from the list of recipes he was trying to decide between and saw the next customer. Darryl instantly felt his cheeks heat him from the growing blush.

He had served plenty of attractive people before, although what characteristics one finds nice will vary, but there was something different about this individual. The way his (H/C) hair lay perfectly with his face...and Darryl has seen some awful haircuts on guys who thought they were the best. The newcomer was laughing at a joke said by his companion.

This was one of the reasons had a personal rule to never flirt with any customers. He never wanted to ruin existing relationships or make anyone uncomfortable. Plenty of girls would try to get his number and he would always politely decline to give it out. Katie would always judge him for that. She thought he should try to put himself out there. He would just reiterate his rule. She had it easy anyways, being straight. Through his job, he's heard comments from groups of high school boys who thought homophobic comments were funny. Thankfully, never about himself but it made him not comfortable trying to even attempt to flirt with anyone.

Pulling himself together, he smiled and said, "Hello! What can I get started for you today?"

The customer hesitated for a few moments, "I'd like to get a London Fog please"

"Of course! Can I get you anything else?"

The customer turned to the person beside him. Darryl finished taking their order and happened to notice the twinge of jealousy he was now feeling. That wasn't fair, he knew that. The woman could be anyone and even if she was his girlfriend, he wouldn't try to do anything. He knew Katie would probably take her chance.

On cue, she comes up from behind him.

"Aren't you supposed to be making drinks?" Darryl asked, not looking at her, trying to keep his focus on making the first drink. Maybe his face wasn't as pink as he thought.

"Lia's got the window and there aren't any more people coming through. Besides, you aren't subtle at all"

He instinctively looks over the coffee machines. The woman was waiting on her phone at the end of the counter to pick up the drinks. The man, whose name was (Y/N), was in a corner, his eyes focused on a book. Darryl smiled a little.

"I have no idea what you are talking about"

Darryl chose to ignore her whispered comments, finishing the first drink. He hands it to the one waiting and starts to work on the London Fog that (Y/N) had ordered. Since there were few customers within the store, he could focus on the quality of the order. He wasn't sure why he cared more about this specific order than all the other ones he has handled today.

"Here is the other drink for (Y/N)" he finally said once he was done.

He watched her walk to the table where (Y/N) was sitting. (Y/N) looked up, taking the drink from her and his eyes shifted to Darryl. He quickly turned around to find Katie laughing at him.

"What?" Darryl asked, with a hint of aggression.

"I am sorry but-" Katie couldn't stop laughing, "I've never seen you crush that hard before"

"I'm not crushing..." Darryl mumbled.

"Sure, if you say so. I'm not going to let this go"

Both went back to taking customers' drink orders. Darryl tried to push away the thoughts of (Y/N). He always tried to be careful with the kinds of people he fell for. He's been hurt before by someone he trusted. He had been friends with his ex for years before they started dating and it just didn't work out the way Darryl expected it to.

But (Y/N) felt...different. He knows he just met him but there was a warmth and kindness from (Y/N)'s smile. The way his voice found its way into Darryl's heart.

Darryl and Katie's shifts ended at the same time so he knew that, even after leaving the building, Katie would continue to bother him about this "crush". She should really find something better to do with her time honestly.

"You're still thinking about that guy, aren't you?"

He rolled his eyes and continued to walk in the direction of his car. No, she wasn't going to let this go at all. Sighing to himself, he knew he couldn't avoid talking about the newfound feelings either, so he decided to just allow the conversation to continue.

"Leave it, Katie..." he smiled.

Darryl has never been one to be open with other people when it came to trickier topics. One of those topics included his romantic life. He liked to bury his feelings and while he hated to admit it, Katie was rather good at making him feel comfortable. Sometimes he needed her to guide him to tell the truth.

"Oh, come on!" she teased, "I can still see it in your eyes. You have a crush!"

"I don't know what you're talking about" he responded, unconvincingly.

When she continued to smile at him instead of responding, he continued.

"Please. I serve a lot of customers every day. I don't even remember his name"

That was a lie. He remembered that the customer's name was (Y/N). He couldn't forget when his mind decided to fixate on it the entire day.

She laughed.

"Next time he comes in, you better get his number. If you don't, I will get it myself"

"I hate you"

"You'll thank me once you get it!" Katie shouted as he drove off.

Over the next few days, Darryl was hoping to see (Y/N) again. Every chime of the bell made him look towards the door, hoping to see the gorgeous face of the customer that had seemingly stolen his heart. It was one of the few things that kept him going to work each shift.

Katie's threat of getting (Y/N)'s number if he didn't still lingered in his mind. It kept coming back to him, urging him to say something when (Y/N) inevitably returned. He never felt both the surest and most uncertain about his feelings before. Was this truly a crush?

His hopeful thoughts quickly became ones of panic and anxiety. He still did not know if (Y/N) had someone else or if he was attracted to men at all. Darryl knew that he would need to dive headfirst into it, or he would never get anywhere in life. He just needed that small push. He feared rejection but that would be the worst-case scenario. Well, the worst-case scenario would be rejection and being called a slur.

After days of waiting, on a quiet afternoon, (Y/N) finally returned. This time, he was alone. He was alone but still smiling brightly. Their eyes met and Darryl felt the familiar flood of heat on his face.

I'm doomed, aren't I? Darryl thought to himself. He couldn't help but smile back.

"Hello! Good to see you again!" Darryl greeted him, trying to hide the excitement in his voice.

"Oh! Hello again" (Y/N) responded with a tone of surprise.

For a moment, they stood in an awkward silence, the noises of the coffee machines in the background. Darryl felt his heart begin to race. He knew the silence had to be broken somehow.

"Will you be getting a London Fog today?" Darryl asked, hoping that he was achieving his goal of remaining calm.

(Y/N)'s eyebrow rose slightly in a pleasant surprise. "Yes actually. I am surprised you knew"

"I try to make it a goal of mine to match faces with orders, even if someone has come in just a couple of times" Darryl chuckled. He knew his memory of their short first encounter was more than good customer service.

As he prepared (Y/N)'s drink, he would sneak glances at the customer. Even after Darryl noticed (Y/N) looking back at him, he continued to look. He noticed (Y/N) was looking at him with an expression that mixed curiosity and something else. That that something else was, he didn't want to try to guess.

The idea of asking him for his number was terrifying but he had to take that chance. He couldn't imagine how Katie would attempt to embarrass him if he didn't. He knew what he had to do. As he waited for part of the drink to warm up, he took a post it note and quickly wrote down his phone number.

When it was completed, he quickly placed the drink on the serving counter and slid it across to (Y/N). His hands were shaking slightly, giving away the fake calmness he was trying to maintain. Normally, he would've wanted to hand the cup directly, but he couldn't trust himself to do that.

"Thank you!"

The customer began to turn away, it was now or never.

"Hey!" he called out.

(Y/N) turned around with a curious look on his face.

"I-" Darryl hesitated and took a deep breath, "I hope you don't mind me giving you my number"

He began to feel a mixture of fear and relief washing over him. Darryl held out the post it note he wrote his number on. (Y/N)'s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by the offer. Darryl instantly regretted his decision to do this.

After what felt like many agonizing moments of silence, (Y/N)'s expression returned to its calm state. He reached out and took the note.

"Thank you" he said quietly.

Darryl felt the need to mend the situation and quickly said, "You don't need to text me or anything if you aren't interested! I totally understand if you're with someone or not interested in me or-"

"No, no," (Y/N) shook his head with a smile, "I do mean it. Thank you. I may just send you a message later"

(Y/N) gave a playful wink, which caused Darryl to blush harder.

As (Y/N) turned to walk out of the door, Darryl felt the happiness setting in. He did it. He finally did it. He now hoped that things would work out.

Now, he was just going to wait for the familiar ping of his phone.