[hiatus] Forsaken requests (warning: I’m a new writer)

by wifebeater6000

Summary:

request forsaken angst/fluff yadda yadda …. Possssibly….. smuuut but NO SMUT REQUESTS WITH THE UNDERAGED 😡😡 u goobers ☹️ im newish to writing and get embarrassed when writing sooo idk i think im kind of alright at it?
And you can request “x reader” stuff :)

Chapter 1

Hi my lil gremlins. You can request writing stuff— (I promise my grammar is decent when I write)

 

I’m still fairly new to writing but I’ll try my best 😼

Just needs sharpen ma skiillzz 😛

I can try to write yandere stuff idfk..

(Make sure to tell me what type of yan—)

(As in, is it a violent yandere, would they hurt the one they love? Are they the type that would rather die than hurt who they love? Would they kill for them?)

fruity-ness (queer ships) is allowed 😛🤗🥸

Forgot to mention but I’ll do x reader stuff also pls mention if it’s already an established relationship between characters

I can write angst- (I think?) maybe I can write smuuutt (I never did before? I need to sharpen my skills LMFAO??) But obviously— none of that weird stuff with underaged characters 🤗. but besides that u can request some silly goofy smut things idfk just request literally whatever and if im not comfortable writing it i won’t write it— (but once again NO UNDERAGED CHARACTERS OR ILL HUNT YOU DOWN 😡 and istg if one you mentions scat. Don’t even.)

(U can request multiple characters too)

Request fluff too cos that’s cute 😋😝

Just request basically ANYTHING! and I’ll try my best on it, and you can maybe request multi part series… if u ask rlllyyy nicely /hj 😼 (I swear to god if you ask for a 60 part series—) u can request any character even if it’s not in the tags- (WHO ADDED SO MANY CHARACTERS TO FORSAKEN!!) also some characters I’m not 1000% sure on their personalities soo I’ll either look it up or put my all in it :)

I’m ok with writing violence stuff— in angst or whatever idk

Gleep glorp

I kinda wanna write Jane doe x John Doe angst but I’d prob sob uncontrollably idk

Chapter 2

Summary:

1x4 shadoinks guest 1337 then guest fucking EXPLODES

 

The request;

“Okay so. Can I request Guest 1337 X 1x4? It can be smut(Bottom Guest 1337 by the way since I need more works of my handsome wife) where Guest 1337 misses his block and 1x4 is a yandere!!(I'll say, he's a violent one. A "if you leave me I'll kill you" type.. heh) So instead of killing him he fucks him(before killing him because angst is yummy)”

Notes:

I reaaally hope this is at least a little decent—

I never wrote smut or yandere before 🥹

Pls no bully but give constructive criticism
😼
I made this on mobile
I’m sorry if this is too freaky
Or not freaky enough
Or not yandere enough
Or too violent 🥲
😔
I tried

The long stretching hallway feels as if it goes on forever.
much like the torment the survivors must go through in this hell.

how could they even be referred to as survivors, If all they do is run around hopelessly like mice: hunted, watched.

Despite it all, his determination shines through.
If it’ll help the others, he will do the best he can to fix these generators. even if it kills him.

(And, it might.)

—————————————————————-

 

it seems the last one is in his sight.

guest 1337 makes a direct beeline towards the path of it, urgency in every step as guest 1337 runs into the room as quickly and silently as possible.
Wires spark in his hands-and the generator stutters then lets out that old humming sound, a small victory.

And so, the task is done and he rises.

Yet— only then does the realization set in.

And so does the music

he’s the last man standing, in a dead-end room.

And the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps is growing frightening closer.

But if life has taught guest 1337 anything: it’s to face all obstacles in front of him head on.

bravery, resistance and determination.
those things, is something his very soul is sworn by.

Yet maybe bravery isn’t always the answer.

The footsteps are practically on top of him, all he has to do is time this perfectly

He’s done it many times before so this time should be no different—

1x4 rounds the corner and guest 1337’s muscles tense, his breath heavy and his body aches as he charges at 1x1x1x1 with all his strength, but a flicker of movement catches his attention.

There is no grunt that signal the killer has been stunned, no movement-

silence.

And when he realizes the situation, that the killer had dodged his attack. he tried to sprint away.

But before he could even turn, he’s grabbed.

lifted.

and slammed against the wall.

fingers tighten around his throat, handling him like livestock.

 

“…Missed your block?”

a dry, mocking tone.

“How.. dubious.”

The voice of 1x1x1x1 slithers into him like barbed wire cutting coiling around muscle and bone, anchoring a feeling of dread in his chest.

The voice is thick and heavy with an unknown, cruel devotion dripping out of it as if crimson blood were trickling down his arms.

That voice rings throughout his body—

…not even the grenade pierced him like that.

——————————————————————————-

 

This was different. This wasn’t pain yet he could feel the bleeding desperation in 1x4’s grip.

1x4’s fingers tightening as if he’s trying to convince himself to not harm guest 1337– a type of desperation that feels as if he’s fighting the urge to open guest 1337 up, and carve his name into his ribs.

he never asked for this.

But that never mattered to 1x4, did it?

 

——————————————————————————

there’s something in 1x1x1x1’s gaze that is not just bloodlust— and guest 1337’s starting to get an idea as to what it could be.

the names.

the stares.

the leaving him for last

He almost wishes he hadn’t noticed.

This is too deliberate. This couldn’t be random;
Yet it is not mercy.

He’s been marked.

 

But, Still one question still lingers:

why hasn’t he killed him yet?

And so, he asks.

That was his second mistake—

 

The fingers tighten around his neck, not to strangle but to silence.

“You always ask such.. foolish things.”

Guest 1337 doesn’t make a sound.
He can’t.

There’s just silence again.

And all he can do is look up at 1x1x1x1.

Yet 1x4 is already staring.

Staring as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of him.

“You always miss when it counts.”

 

“I like how your eyes look when youre cornered—
They’re not exactly afraid.”

“Hm..”

“Do you remember the first time you missed your block? because I do.”

“You were trembling then, too.”

1x4 leans in—

“Why do you keep fucking running from me?”
And the grip around his neck lightens— yet
Guest 1337 doesn’t bring himself to answer.

The breathing is warm, and invasive against guest 1337’s ear.

“You’re so frustrating.. every round— you bleed for a stranger, yet you always take the longest to die, and you’ve always ended up under me”

 

Has 1x4 been watching him— this entire time?

He should feel rage.
Disgust.
He wants to be furious.
It’s a violation, to be watched like that.

‘you’ve always ended up under me?’

It should make his stomach turn, and maybe it does.

not in a disgusted way.

his breath stutters, but not from the chokehold.

anticipation.

And the nerve of 1x4.
—————————-

 

That was guest 1337’s last clear thought before 1x1x1x1 was pressed against him— taking his lips as if he owned him.

 

Guests chest rises with every ragged, heavy breath that fills the space between them, 1x4’s hand leaves his neck and traces upward towards his jawline, a possessive touch as he tilts his head upward: at first its gentle, but all good things cannot last.

1x4 sinks his teeth into the underside of guest 1337’s jaw deep enough to make him jolt, as the red liquid beads down his neck— though it doesn’t fall far before 1x1x1x1 takes his tongue to it.

Guest 1337 should hate this, but as his body betrays him and he clenches his fist not out of frustration, but rather pleasure— he realizes all hope has been lost.

———————————————————-

 

He couldn’t tell how long it had lasted, It felt like he was there an eternity as 1x4’s hips twitched inside of him— it felt as if time had collapsed upon them, and all they had was the struggled whines of pleasurable pain, devoured piece by piece as if 1x1x1x1 was a godless man at an altar.

Yet the sound of skin-to-skin blocked out his prayers.

“This isn’t— ah- t-thiss— c-can’t -!”

And his teeth gritted and his hips twitch forward anyway.

He wanted to hate how good it felt.

But with every snap of 1x1x1x1’s hips it lit a fuse in his spine, and every time his name was dragged out in a grunt, he felt something inside him ache, and the ache cried out for more—until pleasure was all it knew.

—————————————————————————

And when all was said and done 1x4 looked at guest 1337 as if ruin was holy, and he were satan.

A lust blazing like hellfire.
His hand found its way to guest 1337’s throat once more.

But this time—

everything went black.

Notes:

something funny is that I *almost* shared this fic too my friend when writing it I lowkey would of kms if that happened

Also the freaking ao3 writers curse is real cause when I made my first fic on my other account in the middle of writing it there was a tornado warning— (this is unrelated I just thought it was funny)

Anyways.

Chapter 3

Summary:

Builderbro x telabalony

(Builderman x shedtelamon)

 

Here’s the request;

“Can you do builderman x shedletsky/telamon OR doombringer x shedletsky/telamon? Not a smut request but I would say shed would be bottom. Shedletsky and telamon are the same people
Can u make it like uhhh, shed/telamon is getting an itch on the base of this head wings and is struggling to relieve the itch and builderman/doombringer helps? Perhaps shed/telamon makes noises similar to bird noises hehe. Fluffy and cuteness >:3 and stuff so on idk
You can choose what ship to choose hehe!

Oh by the way just to clarify! He makes random bird noises like especially when his itch spot getting relieve or smth, he talks or communicate just fine and normally hehe, if you're already making it and it's kinda different to it, it's fine! I liek iet huehhee”

Notes:

Guys I HATE YOGURT and I accidentally bought like 690000 of them now I can’t waste them like bro I tried to eat one of them when I first started writing this and I think it took away all my writing ability (like I had any to begin with 😔🤲)

GULPP ermmm 😼 I hope u like this pookie let me know if u don’t like anything in it. I can fix whatever.

In a world carved of code, with a sky that’s never known the sun rays of light and day, sits a cabin beside a lake. With soft moonlight shining down, and constellations that never move above water that never ripples.

The wind never blows. The trees loom around the cabin as if they’re eavesdropping; the leaves do not fall and the branches don’t sway.

His feet stood on the grass, as he stared up at the moonlit sky and cursed at himself.

His head of wings felt more akin to a crown of thorns.

He did not chirp songs but rather frustrations, frustrations at something out of his control.

An itch on his winged skull.

 

The feathers ruffled and twitched between his hands, yet it felt like no matter what he did, the itch never went away.

And while it was not painful, it was… persistent.

 

Yawning and signing he took in his surroundings.

The world had stilled and fallen asleep, but shedtelamon hasn’t.

Can’t.

He tried.

He had tossed and turned.

Rolled around in his bed, but the comfort wouldn’t shake loose.
His feathers brushed against his pillow, and they felt brittle with burden.

And so that’s why he slipped outside. He thought that even if he can not fly, the night sky could give him company.

The air was charming— more so than the ceiling above his bed. But the calmness had allowed tired thoughts to enter his head, and as he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of dewy grass and old wood…

A familiar set of footsteps approached, quiet and heavy; they did not appear as trying to be stealthy. But rather, tired and slow. Just as him.

The presence of they behind them, had an aura of seriousness, yet comfort.

And too caught up in the breathless night clinging to his skin, it felt more comforting than the blankets on his bed. He did not turn around, he didn’t need too.

He already knew who it was.

But he still stood that way for just a moment, before a voice broke the silence.

“Heard the front door open, I figured it was you.” Builderman said, his voice sounding quiet and hoarse as if he just got out of bed— but a
soft fondness, as if too afraid to startle the winged man in front of him.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Shedtelamon replies.

And a light chuckle breaks the stiffness.

“Well, that was obvious. What’s wrong?”

Turning to face him, shedtelamon sits with a sour expression on his face, the moonlit further highlights his furrowed brows and frown.

“The itch… again. It won’t go away this time.”

Builderman states at him for a few moments, before stepping a small step forward and asking a question. “You’ve been fussing with that all night, haven’t you?”

Shedtelamon doesn’t reply, but his silence is answer enough. Builderman steps beside him, the grass crunching beneath his feet as if bowing for him.

“May I?”

Shedtelamons gaze flicks to him,
Uncertainty taking over his features.

He lets out a soft hum in agreement, anticipating what builderman may have in mind.

Buildermans hand hovers behind Shedtelamons head, and when he doesn’t flinch away builderman takes that as the invitation to gently comb his fingers through his feathers—careful and slow. As if handling something fragile.

trrrrp! Chirrrpp!

Theres a hitch in Shedtelamons breathing, a noticeable shift from what it was before— and he leans into Buildermans touch, a low chirping escaping him as Buildermans hand stills in that area.

It appears builderman had found the spot.

They ended up lingering there for a while, neither moving nor speaking. And shedtelamon sleepily chirped into Buildermans touch.

The silence wasn’t awkward, but warm and comforting.
It felt as if they were the only people in the world. Like the gods had created a still spot just for the two of them, with nothing more than the shadows of the trees pouring down upon them like water feeding a seed— a seed that might grow into something more than just.. friends.
And builderman came to an conclusion.
Even if the sun had long abandoned their world, he wouldn’t trade the gratitude in Shedtelamons eyes for one thousand dawns.

Eventually they found their way back inside.
And as the softness of the lamp bathed shedtelamon in a honey-glow, that highlighted his wings as if it were a marble statue. He appeared less like a man and more like he was carved from divinity, builderman understood something..
there is no place he’d rather be, than watching shedtelamons chest rise and fall peacefully, as if the heavens had let go of an angel, and it landed into his very world.
And now, watching shedtelamon rest in his bed, he feels the quiet itch in his own heart, finally subside.

Notes:

I treat ao3 notes like this is my version of the Wendy Williams talk show.

 

Guys this is short I’m really sorry this was actually kind of difficult for me to write IDK WHY! IM STUPID!

and there wasA few other reasons as to why this took me so long but I hope u forgive me..

Also something funny happened when I was in bed writing this I had a picture of xenomorph on my computer and I forgot about it and I looked up and saw that fucking alien staring at me from across the room

Chapter 4: 07 goes to miku concert

Summary:

07 goes to miku concert..

 

The request;

 

‘i am going to be that person again and ask for a crossover fic

uh uh idk maybe let 007n7 go to a hatsune miku concert or some’

Hope I did well. I added coolkidd.

Notes:

Hey guys I’m still alive lol. Sorry I haven’t been updating much I’ve been super busy 😭😭

This took a really long time I hope you can forgive me.. 😔🤟 also I genuinely know absolutely nothing about miku. I only know that one song that’s like ha pi pi po 😭😭

Also this isn’t that good so feel free to bully me 😔

o7 looked down at the poster in his hand, as if he were looking at an unidentified creature. Except this ‘creature’ was a humanoid, with blue pigtails? Is her hair even natural? How is it THAT long?!

But besides that. something else caught his attention—

He had been staring at the word ‘vocaloid’ for a while now, what did it mean? And especially, what is a “hatsune”

coolkidd had been begging 007n7 all day to buy him “hatso—nay?” merchandise— and as a father, he wasn’t going to allow his kid to buy the merchandise of something he didn’t know about!

And that’s how he ended up here, at 4am— waiting for tickets to come on sale so he could snag some good seats.

Coolkid had already fallen asleep next to him, but 07 wasn’t surprised at that. afterall he had warned coolkidd not to try and stay up late—not that he’s complaining, since he still went to bed somewhat early. Probably because o7 was prepared..

“If you go to bed, I’ll buy you the action figure.”

And who cares if borderline bribery could promote a spoiled attitude in his child? He was a tired man, and sometimes parenting calls for desperate measures.

 

He shifted in his seat as he diligently stared at his screen, rubbing his tired eyes: god it felt like they were going to strain from all this unhealthy amounts of screen time.

Oh hey, that reminds him.

What even is a vocaloid?

A vocaloid is a… digital singer? He stared at the Google results. Eyeing it as if he’s teetering a line between accepting it or finding it odd.

“Who would pay to hear a singer that isn’t even a real person?” He muttered. the tiredness causing his voice to be heavy, and resigned.

And unfortunately, he would become even more tired.. because

He fell down the rabbit hole of hatsune miku videos, forums, vocaloid culture—-

And he fell down hard.

One video turned into two, then two into four. Forum posts, live show edits, fan theories, memes.

and then the next thing he knew it was 5am.

Wait.

The tickets—!

 

he returned to the tab he had the site open on—

And clicked.

the ticket page refreshed.

 

𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓!

What?

007n7 blinked, he refreshed the page a couple more times, he almost refused to believe tickets could be sold out THAT fast.

“Are you kidding me!?”

The shock slapped him awake, all signs of tiredness exiting his body. He had just stayed up all night, only to miss the ticket drop..

No..- No. He could fix this.

He just has to… find a guy.

 

Which is how he ended up in the alleyway.

 

007n7 kept his hood up, he was not about to be recognized and the last thing he needed was a stranger thinking he was doing a… ‘substance’ deal.

A shuffling sound near the dumpster catches his attention— turning to face him 07 sees a man emerging from the shadows like some sort of cryptid.. with a.. miku hoodie? Oh god. He was wearing it with absolutely no shame.

And that’s when the idiocy of this situation sets in— he’s a grown man, he pays taxes for god's sake. but yet he's here standing in an alleyway for a .. holograms concert tickets..

He shoved the thoughts away.

“..You the guy with the tickets?” He asked, sounding like he just wanted the situation to be over already.

“Maybe. Was’ expectin’ you to be a bit younger tho, aye?”

 

“It’s for my son. And I am not here to make small talk.”

 

“Alrighty then.. may miku bless you.”

 

The guy handed over the tickets in an envelope as if he were handling government secrets..

 

the odd interaction kept replaying in his head even after he had pocketed the tickets and left— power-walking back home, clutching the tickets like it was both cursed and sacred at the same time.

“I got the tickets.” He said flatly.

C00lk1dd blinked “what?”

“I said I got the tickets. don’t ask how.”

 

C00lkidd practically tore into the envelope like it owed him money—

“NO WAY!! THESE ARE GREAT SEATS OH THANK YOU DADD!!”

 

He might regret this.

but he didn’t—

seeing c00lkidd at the concert happily singing along to his favorite pop star, even if it were a fake person, brought him the ultimate dad happiness.

And somewhere surrounded by glow sticks, the blue haired-hologram, and bass that literally shook him.. he’s gotta admit.

It was kind of.. fun.

Though, he wouldn’t admit that out loud.