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multiverse-imagines · 1 year

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Just curious! I love the fics of Vash being in our world! So I’m just wondering, what kind of job or hobbies do you think he would have? I definitely think something with plants for sure! Or maybe animals!

I’m just curious on your take cuz that would be a cute fic too! Him getting his first job! Awe 🥹

Vash's career choices on Earth

In my little world, Vash decided to be a house husband. You make enough money to live generously, and although he hates being in your debt, he makes up for it by giving you the love you didn't receive as a kid, the one that made you a workaholic and can't take a goddamn break (atting myself here). He maintains the house, loves to try new recipes he finds online, and reads from the mountains of books in your library.

He loves gardening, swimming (once he finally learns how), and researching animals, plants, and places the two of you can travel to.

Now, if Vash were to get a job, it would be one that is probably close to your house, within walking distance, or close to a bus stop. Despite the "concrete jungle," as he puts it, (even if you live in a rural area) he still can't drive worth a shit.

There's a government agency for displaced interdimensional entities such as Vash, that helps them get proper paperwork, and I won't get into that right now, but the only reason he got his damn license is that after the 5th try, he didn't miss a driving instruction. The car, however, had eaten nearly seven traffic cones. The instructor issued him the license as a "in emergencies only" kind of thing.

He doesn't want to rely on you driving him everywhere. He finds a job doing something leisury like stocking shelves at the mom & pop grocery store, working at the local library, or at the local coffee shop down the block.

He only wants part time so he can spend more time with you, but he's big into volunteer work, and usually spends most of his off days at the local community Kitchen, the animal shelter, helping the city plant trees, sorting food at the food bank, and helping with fundraiser events for local youth groups.

He makes a lot of friends, and is always beloved by those he works with. The children he works with will always stop him to say hi in public, and he's always stopping to help that little old lady across the street.

Now hobbies are a whole new ball game for Vash. With unlimited past times at his disposal, he becomes a jack of all trades quite easily. Mending clothes was always a must before, but now he can create his own clothes with an endless catalog of fabrics found at the local craft store.

He makes clothes that fit well against his prosthetic arm, and keep too many scars showing while keeping cool in the summer heat. He now also makes clothes that fit his form instead of the baggy clothes he's used to. He still makes them pretty baggy anyway to hide the occasional metal pieces holding his body together.

He likes sports like baseball, basketball, and roller skating, though he's still a little clumsy. He loves to watch anime with you, and enjoys Bleach, (because of the shared voice actor), The Way of The House Husband (because he's also a simp for his partner), and Fullmetal Alchemist (though he cries at every death in both Bleach and FMA) he plays video games that are mostly relaxing like animal crossing, pokemon, and some fighting games like Blazblue and Capcom's fighting games.

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #reverse isekai au

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munsonssub · 2 years

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Lets take a ride. Eddie Munson x fem!reader

A/N; literally wrote this in three hours so if it sucks im sorry, not proof read also. ALSO no one can tell me eddie wouldnt ride a motorcycle bc if you think he wouldnt youre wrong also please let me know what you think. I’m not used to posting my writing so I need feedback

Summary: you’ve had enough, being a triple senior, losing your dad, and your mom blaming you for anything, you need an escape, luckily eddie can do that for you.

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of a slight panic attack, sexual innuendoes (MINORS GO AWAY)

word count: 2368. (whoops)

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It was a normal day, sorta, you had a rough morning, like usual, no big surprise. Your mom had been meaner than usual, which is fair, you ran out another one of her boyfriends with your attitude, or at least that’s what she yelled at you this morning before you left for school.

What ever doesn’t matter anymore, you thought to yourself as you pushed the door open at Hawkins high. Maybe this year, your third senior year at Hawkins you’d finally graduate. You weren’t alone in your third year though, one other, who you were almost too much like, was there also. Eddie Munson, the metal head cult leader, freak as many of your peers called him, was also on his third year. Which didn’t surprise you.

Honestly you wish you had the same excuses as him, smoking pot, not really giving a fuck, just enjoying existing. But instead, you had a dead dad and a bad attitude and an alarming number of fights with teachers that landed you here.

Surprisingly you hadn’t been handed the title of a freak yet, loser, yes. But freak? Nope. You liked metal music and dressed more punk than your peers would like, but you kept to yourself, which also left you with the name bitch. Not wanting to entertain conversations with anyone you felt alone, but that’s okay, that’s how you wanted to be. But today, God today, you wish you had someone, anyone really that you could talk to.

The day went by slow, the need and urge for something more eating at you, not letting its ugly head hide. Maybe just maybe you could find something to give you the rush you need.

Maybe I could jump into the river, or play chicken on the highway. You thought. Just as you exit the building you hear the roar of a motorcycle to your left, glancing over you see him, Eddie Munson in all is dumb, cute long-haired glory, wearing a Dio shirt, ripped jeans, his trusty leather jacket and combat boots. He’s standing over a Yamaha Virago, showwing it off to his friends. You can hear parts of their conversations.

“So, this is what you’ve been doing with your cut from the hide out gigs?” one of them asks as Eddie nods and then starts on a spiel about how long it took and what year the bike was. 1984, dude its so cool, only took like fours months to save for with both gigs.

That, that’s what you need, some adrenaline from a risky bike ride. You thought, mustering up the courage you walk over, pocketing your car keys you had already grabbed out.

“Hey Munson!” you shout as you get closer, his friends turning to look at you as Eddies eyes widen.

“L/N, to what do I owe the pleasure of you finally talking to me after all these years?” Eddie smirked. Looking you up and down, checking out your black jeans, the chains hanging and the Metallica shirt you had just gotten.

“Was wondering if you’d be up for having a backpack for a cruise? Like the bike by the way, my dad had a Yamaha too.” You cringe, not meaning to bring up your father. Eddie eyes you for a second before nodding.

“Right now, sweetheart?” he pats the handle bar and smiles at you.

“Uh,” you freeze, you weren’t actually expecting him to say yes. “How about later, before sunset? if you’re free. I have my car here and if it isn’t home by four my mother will lose her mind.” You level with him.

“Sure, thing sweetheart, wanna meet me at the arcade for seven thirty? Also make sure you wear your boots and leather jacket, can’t have you getting hurt if we go sideways.” He straightened out and walks towards you, his hand out ready for you to shake, you take it and try not to shiver at the feeling of his hand in yours.

“Sir yes sir, ill bring my helmet too. Seven thirty. See you then Munson.” You let his hand go and wave bye as you walk away, trying to calm the sudden rush of breath.

You get home, thankfully your mom isn’t there. Three and a half hours to kill, you could do that easily, considering it would take you a half hour to walk to the arcade anyways. You go up to your room, putting in the new Dio album on and laying out your home work.

Two hours pass easily, you’re done the work you needed to get done, ate some dinner and now you’re looking for your helmet, your dad bought it for you just before he died. Telling you he was gonna teach you to ride his bike so you could take it when he fell sick. Annoyingly though you mother sold it for money that she owed one of her ‘friends’.You’d gotten over it quickly, knowing she would’ve sold it anyways before you could get your hands on it. Finally locating the black helmet, you smiled to yourself, mentally highfiving yourself as you stood and walked out of the garage.

6:45. The clock read as you walked past, quickly setting down your helmet you ran upstairs to grab your jacket and boots. Writing out a note for your mom that you left tacked to the fridge before you pulled on your boots and jacket and grabbed your helmet, locking the door you started your trek to the arcade.

The walk went by easily enough, your nerves hitting you just as you round the corner to the arcade and see Eddie standing by his bike, a lit cigarette in his mouth as he talked to kids you recognized from his DND club. Shaking your arms, you let out a shaky breath and gather the courage to finish the walk to him.

“Munson.” You nod your head as you get closer, a slight smile on your lips even though you feel like puking. He quickly says goodbye to the kids and turns towards you.

“L/N! you came! Hope you’re ready for the ride of your life sweetheart,” He winked at you. You lightly scoff and put your helmet on. Eddie does the same before straddling the bike and kicking up the stand. “c’mon sweet thing.” He gives you a gentle smile, seeming to notice your nerves.

“Better treasure this Munson, it’s the only time you’ll be in between my thighs.” You say as you get on behind him.

“Oh honey, I wouldn’t say that just yet.” He winks at you as you put your arms around him and he starts the bike.

You ride around town for thirty minutes before he stops at a stop sign, leaning back, which causes you to sit up a bit. He pus his hands on your thighs, patting a beat to a song that must be stuck in his head.

“What do you say to leaving town? I know a place.” He yells over the engine noise from the bike.

“If you think you’re taking me to skull rock you are sorely mistaken. Not making out with you there.” You reply.

“Sweet thing, I don’t have to take you to skull rock to get you to make out with me,” He smirks. “that’s not a no. you ready for some speed?” he pats your thigh again before you nodded against his back. He leaned down and you followed. Keeping your hold around his waist as he took a turn out of town.

You slowly gained speed as you drove out of town, towards the unknown location. You yelled for him to go faster once you hit the open road hoping he heard you. The only indication he did was the bike getting louder as you took off, squeezing him you lifted off of him a bit to watch the sunset and the scenery passing you by. You don’t know where you’re going but honestly you don’t care. He could murder you for all you care right now. Would make this shit easier you think as you hit a clearing with no trees.

Suddenly its too much, your emotions suddenly hitting their peak, all the dread and depression you’ve been holding in, falling out, you could feel tear start to come down your face, a sob escaping your mouth as you clutch tighter to Eddie. The speed and noise suddenly setting off all your alarms.

You can feel him shift down and start to slow down, pulling off onto a look out, you don’t even know when you went up the glorified hill, which locals would call a mountain, but you could see all of Hawkins. Signalling it was good for you to get off Eddie pat your hands the were clutching to him. You quickly let go before putting you hands on his shoulders and pulling yourself off the bike. The first thing you did when you got off was rip your helmet off and throw it at the ground before covering your face with your hands and screaming.

You could hear Eddie get off the bike and turn it off before the soft sound of boots crunching gravel hit. Your hands were still on your face when you felt him hug you, one arm around your waist and the other coming up to the back of your head. He held you for a moment while another sob wracked your body, you took your hands off your face before slipping them around him and shoving yourself into his chest more.

“Hey, sweet thing shh you’re okay, hey can you take a deep breath for me? Just one? C’mon sweets.” Eddie cooed into your hair, his hand rubbing the back of your head.

You feel yourself nodding before slightly pushing off of him, looking up at him, catching his eyes that are full of concern.

“Copy me Y/N c’mon,” he takes a deep breath that you copy, you panicked breathing calming as you keep breathing with him. “There yah go sweets, nice and calm for me huh? Good girl.”

Your breath hitches with him saying that, a blush hitting your cheeks.

“Fuck I am so sorry, I don’t know what happened, I was fine then fuck man. This is embarrassing.” You shake your head pushing yourself away from him and sitting on the ground at the edge of the look out.

“Why would it be embarrassing?” he asks you, coming to sit beside you, knees bent and his arms resting on them.

“Because fuck I don’t know?! You’re so fucking cool and metal and you probably think I’m a fucking poser siting over here crying over nothing important like a goddamn drama queen.” You glower, laying flat on you back to look at the now night sky. Not noticing is face heating up with your compliments

“Drama queen? Lil bit. Poser? Fucking never, actually wanna know something funny?” he lays down beside you, on his side and resting his head in his hand.

“Sure Munson, humour me for ruining the cruise.” You say as you turn your head to now look at him.

“I have wanted to talk to you for months, no scratch that, years, but I was always scared,” you accidentally cut him off with a laugh. He jokingly glares at you before pushing your arm. “Yeah, yeah laugh, but honestly Y/N, I’ve been so scared to talk to you because you have this sick aura about you, you don’t give a shit, about what anyone says, and I know I don’t either but honestly I kinda do, why do you think I do shit just to get reactions.” He pauses and you readjust, copying his position.

“But you god you, you fucking intimidate me, I felt like I was gonna die when you walked up to me earlier, then you asked to go for ride and I swear I thought I had died and gone to heaven.” He looks into your eyes finally as you smile at him.

“Can I level with you?” you asked honestly.

“Always sweet thing.”

“I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while too, just walk up and strike up a conversation with you about bands or anything really, but I always chickened out because I have a lot of baggage and didn’t wanna scare you off.”

“Oh, sweet thing, nothing you could do could scare me off.” He smirks, a sweet smile starting to grow on his lips. You felt your heart jump into your throat and a blush start on your cheeks. With out thinking much you leaned forward, smashing your lips against his.

It takes a minute for him to start kissing you back but when he does the kisses intensity is dialed to eleven, you hand finds his face as he pushes your shoulder back with his and is climbing on top of you, slotting himself between your thighs.

“Told you id get between your thighs again.” He smirks as he breaks the kiss, a scoff leaves your throat before you are pulling him back down again.

Things started to escalate quickly, a moan leaving your lips and he pushed his hips against yours. Your hands pushing the bandana he had on off his head so you could grab his hair as he let out a hiss at you pulling it, you didn’t want to stop, honestly, you’d let him do anything he wants to you if he asked. But you knew you had to, it was already probably past your curfew and you already knew you be in shit when you got home, so reluctantly you disconnected your lips. Only to have him immediately start kissing down your neck, making you moan.

“Eds, eds, baby we gotta stop, you gotta take me home.” You sigh as he groans against your neck.

“You sure sweet thing? Could take you back to my place.” He smirks lifting himself off you.

“Tempting, but my moms already gonna have my head because I’m out so late.” You pat his chest as e helps you off the ground.

“Okay L/N, but we are continuing this tomorrow after school.” He smiles and he grabs your helmet and puts it on for you.

“Gladly Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader

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dynamic-power · 27 days

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Weekly tag Wednesdays- firsts!

I haven't done one of these in so long. Thanks Nosho @creepkinginc for the tag!

Name: Dyno 🦖

Age: 29 (but not for much longer 😩)

First pet? A brown and white hooded rat named Sugar. She was such a sweetheart.

First word? "Juice!" Which makes sense, as fruit is my favorite food group.

First celebrity crush? David Tennant as the tenth Doctor 😍

First IRL crush? The kid who sat next to me in band in the 7th grade. (I ended up dating their twin in high school 🤣)

First kiss? It was also in 7th grade. It was terribly awkward.

First car? Petunia 😍 She was a 1998 Jeep Cherokee in gunmetal blue. Both of my younger brothers drove her before I bought her from my parents. She was a death trap with no passenger airbag and no horn and headlights that probably weren't good even in '98 and I loved her very much. I have lots of good memories with her.

First time on a plane? I was 7 and we flew from California to Florida.

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? It was a one bed, one bath shit hole that I shared with a friend from high school. We used a curtain to cut the dining room off and that was what I used as my bedroom. There was a cutaway that looked into the kitchen and it provided more than one awkward moment.

First cellphone? I saved up my money and bought a Razr when they first came out. It cost me a whole $50.

First concert? It was a local metal band in a bar that I *technically* wasn't old enough to be in.

First sport you ever played? Teeball. I graduated to baseball eventually, but stopped playing in high school when music became my main focus.

First career aspiration? I wanted to be a Pediatric Endocrinologist lol. (A very young auto-immune diagnosis meant that I was in and out of endocrine offices for a lot of my childhood)

and finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow". Oof. When I was about 14, my mom stumbled on some of my original fiction. She thought I'd been practicing my typing skills and asked what book I was copying. 😅 that was when I really realized this whole writing thing had potential. Unfortunately, all of my work up to age 16 was saved to floppy disc's and then lost in a house fire. I wish I was kidding, I really do. I've since rebuilt and improved upon the world I'd built, and still to this day when I delve into it, I'm really proud.

I'm not gonna tag anyone specific. If you got this far, this is me, tagging you. Also, take some cake before you go. 🍰🍰🍰

#tag games #ask dyno #weekly tag wednesday

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sunnybugz · 1 month

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3, 9, 10, and 16 for the music asks!!

3 : who is the artist you put on to make you smile ?

the mountain goats, ajj, olivia rodrigo, chappell roan, kimya dawson !!

9 : which artist has been the most life changing for you ?

are we going lifetime-wise? because if so it's 100% trixie mattel. i don't listen to her stuff a ton anymore (though i'm getting back into it hehe) but her music legit saved my life when i was fifteen and coping with my best friends death. it still means sooo much to me and always makes me think of her bc we saw her live in the front row when we were thirteen :'-) i have a signed cd from that show it was the best night of my life

if we're going recently tho definitely the mountain goats-- their music has inspired me sooo much in anorexia recovery and got me through a really bad depressive episode when i was 17/18 that i almost did Not make it through.

10 : you have to get a lyric tattoo-- what lyric is it?

OKAY i have a bunch though i don't actually plan on getting any of them (not a huge fan of mainly script tattoos-- words under a tattoo like my orange one are cool but im just not huge on mainly script)

all lights turned off can be turned on - noah kahan, call your mom

just stay alive - the mountain goats, amy aka spent gladiator 1 (i actually plan on getting a matchbook tattoo bc of this song)

if not by faith, then by the sword, i'm going to be restored - the mountain goats, hebrews 11:40

oh soldier, take your time - trixie mattel, soldier (i also might get a tattoo related to this bc it's SUCH a special song btwn me and said dead best friend)

16 : tell us the name of a song most people probably don't know but you adore

okay i have so many but i'll do like . a top 10 from my recent playlists .

1. broom people - the mountain goats

2. love love love - the mountain goats

3. temple grandin too - ajj

4. i'd have to think about it - leith ross

5. destroyed by hippie powers - car seat headrest

6. sad boys - dazey and the scouts

7. sweet cis teen - dazey and the scouts

8. getting naked, playing with guns - ajj

9. moving in place - shauna dean cokeland

10. best ever death metal band in denton - the mountain goats

PLS SEND ME MORE OF THESE

#soleil speaks #personal #asks #guys i love music .... send me more asks i beg of u

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steele-soulmate · 3 months

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 569, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1173

“Hey there mama, Peter!” Ken Anderson greeted us during breaktime. “I was wondering if we could perhaps have the babies be in the final?”

“All of the babies or just some of them?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Some of them,” he clarified. “I was thinking maybe Baby Tommy, Baby Eve and one or two of the triplets, and of course, Elizabeth and Katie!”

“And little girl, too?” Peter looked excited.

“Only if it’ll be alright with their daddies!” he smiled happily as Trick or Treat Lament was being ran through. Elizabeth and Katie would be sharing the role of Shock the witch girl, alternating girl every night. The roles of Lock would be played by Ken Anderson’s nephews and the role of Barrel would be shared by two boys from separate ensemble members’ families.

“I’ll call up James after we get home, alright?” I asked him from my place on my husband’s lap. I had been pleasantly surprised by Peter’s strong acting talent, and had asked him about it.

“My mom had enrolled me in acting from the ages of seven until fourteen, when I started high school,” he shrugged modestly. “I only stopped because I joined football, but I oftentimes wish that I had kept it up- I’m a bit rusty I feel.”

“Just a tad bit, my love!” I giggled, tucking my head underneath his chin as he encircled his hands around my slender waist. “But it’s honestly nothing that can bring me to hate you!”

“I should hope not,” he snarled before baring his fang playfully at me and going to nibble and kiss my neck.

“And throw away they keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey…” belted out Elizabeth, playing the witch girl, Nigel Ben Anderson play the devil child and Tony St. Williams playing the skeleton boy. “Throw away the key!” The three of them burst into childish giggles after the song.

“Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!” grinned Ken Anderson. “And now, let’s run through the opening!”

The narrator stepped up and ran through his opening the show before everyone started to sing, really bringing the citizens of Halloween Town to life.

And before I knew it, it was one in the afternoon, and Ken Anderson ended the first day with a rousing round of cheers and applause.

“Tomorrow, we can start with the choreography, and I’ll also wrangle the rest of the production crew to come in and meet everybody!” he grinned happily as everyone began to pack up.

“Hey Ken? Do you want us to bring the babies tomorrow?” I asked him.

“Oh, yes please mama!” Ken Anderson begged excitedly. “I just love babies!”

“You and much of the earth’s population!” I teased him with a laugh. “But hey- if the babies are going to be here, then the sitter will need to come also to supervise. Also, my baby sister is staying with us do to some medical issues, so-”

“Bring them both- hell- bring everyone!” Ken laughed, bending to pat the top of my head affectionately before shooing me off.

I let out an excited squeak before scrambling to join my husband and two daughters before leaving the rehearsal hall, making an automatic beeline for my husband’s car, the four of us chattering and giggling as we quickly settled ourselves before Peter pulled out from his parking spot and quickly merged into the flow of traffic.

“Sweetheart, I think your sister and Isabelle will need to ride in a separate vehicle tomorrow,” my husband rumbled, breaking easily and slowing at the sight of a police officer with his car pulled off to the shoulder, the hood opened and smoking violently. “Jesus… hold on, sweetheart- I’m going to offer my help.”

“Go on, my love! Be someone else’s prince charming!” I laughed as he parked a little ways ahead of the cop car, then got out to lend a hand.

I watched as he tinkered around on the car for ten minutes, keeping up a conversation the whole while until a tow truck rolled up to take the car in, a second cop car pulling up for the police officer to reload an older man whose pants were around his knees, showcasing a hideously hairy ass.

“Ew,” Katie said, having apparently gotten an eyeful by accident. “Mommy, does daddy have a hairy butt?”

I burst into laughter at her words and the disgusted look on Elizabeth’s face- both combined was just hysterical.

I was laughing so hard that I was crying when Peter got back into the car. He turned to face me with a concerned look over his handsomely bearded face.

“Daddy, do you have a hairy butt?”

“Katie, don’t be rude.” The look on his face was comical as he very clearly had a midlife crisis, and I found myself unable to stop my laughter.

“Katie, you’re being gross,” Elizabeth piped in just then.

“Sorry Lizz Lizz,” Katie apologized meekly.“Dorogaya, u menya volosataya zadnitsa?” Peter asked me in Russian. “U tebya nemnogo putanitsy,” I shrugged as he turned off of the freeway and onto the road that led up to our house. “No u Josh na zadnitse boroda.”

“Don’t I know sweetheart, don’t I know,” he chuckled, turning into our driveway and pausing as the garage door opened.

“Hey wolf moon, come cast your spell on me,” I sniggered as he parked and killed the ignition.“No ty lyubish' moy bol'shoy volchiy chlen,” he snarled, shooting a smoldering gaze my way. “Pravil'no dorogaya?”

My panties were automatically sopping wet.

Dorogaya, u menya volosataya zadnitsa, sweetheart do I have a hairy ass, Russian

U tebya nemnogo putanitsy, you have a little bit of fuzz, Russian

No u Josh na zadnitse boroda, but Josh has a beard on his ass, Russian

Pravil'no dorogaya, right sweetheart, Russian

TAGLISTS ARE OPEN/ ASK BOX IS OPEN/ REQUESTS ARE OPEN/ PLOT BUNNIES ARE WELCOMED

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PETER STEELE TAGLIST

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@ch3rry-c01a

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sacredsanguine · 5 months

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voicemails: a vignette (modern marvels. joesme, modern mafia au.)

"Hey, angel - hope you've had a good day. I just wanted to let you know I won't be able to call tonight, some last minute business came up for after the after-party." A sigh crinkles over the low latency of the voice-mail message. "But there's a redeye back home - set dress in five! Music! - so I'll catch that and see you first thing tomorrow. Give Ember a kiss for me. Love you. I'll see you real soon."

Sharp tone. One and a half seconds.

"End of message. To replay this message, press one. To mark for deletion, press seven. To return the message sender's call, press -"

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Faint strains of Borodin colour an irritated voice, strings barely scratching through a low but imperative timbre. To quote an old interviewer: a voice as smoky as his hair, glistening with the same elegant sheen of well-wielded pomade and good taste. There is something of the Old Country's spirit in him, a keen spark burning through the adornments of his adopted country.

"Have some faith, dear boy. My family knows its capabilities - if she could not return, she would not be an Etoni. You see? Exactly. Yes - of course, very understandable. Please, feel free to stay there, much more convenient than going back and forth. Taran has also been...struggling with the sudden circumstances. The two of you would be of solace to each other, I hope."

The phone clicks onto its receiver. A second, crystalline voice echoes from a previously silent corner of the room: "Solace?"

"He is a deeply faithful boy." Clink: metal on porcelain. "Perhaps enough to make up for the wayward girl."

"Perhaps."

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"There are no new messages. Previously saved message: Hey, angel - hope you've had a good day. I just wanted to let you know I won't be able to call to -"

Click. Dial. Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Sorry, the number you've dialed is disconnected or not in service." Click. Click. Dial. Ring. "Hi, you've just missed me. Leave a message after the tone and I'll be in touch."

Beep. Pause. Long breath. Click.

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"Kitten, pick the fuck up." Car engines idling through thick glass pane. Ambient music; the scream of milk frothing. Click - metallic, alarm - cash register.

"The longer you take, the more rounds of chess I have to play with subpar pieces. Do not prove my parents right. Do not prove me wrong. Jesus."

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Refrigerator hum. Click. Beep.

"Look, wherever you are, please just come back. Mom and Dad are losing their shit again. Please come back."

Pause.

"End of message. You have one new message and one saved message."

Whir.

"It's Kristi calling for Esme - I left a few messages on your cell. Call me back as soon as possible. We need to discuss the next show."

"End of message. You have no new messages and one saved message."

Whir.

"Saved message: It's me. He's saving this on the apartment voicemail in case you came here before any of us found you." Static silence. "We're looking. I'm looking."

Long silence. Beep.

"There are no more messages. To return to the main menu, press one. To play saved messages, press two. To hear or record a voicemail inbox greeting, press three. For more options, press seven. If you are done, you may hang up."

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Ragged breathing. Ruptured lung - new tissue too thin. Pain or death: easy choice. Not new at all.

"Christ. She still going?"

"Mhm. Think we can set a new record. Broken at least five today - how many are there total, again? Go for a strike."

"Ha! Shit, I dunno."

"Bet she does. Hey, pretty girl - how many bones you got?"

One finger - bruised, swollen, caked with old blood - rasps up from the thick bundle of rope attaching wrist to wood. "Go fuck yourself."

Crack. "Bitch. Not so pretty now, huh."

Crack. Crack. Crunch. Buzz.

"Aww, that's cute. Who's Italian Delivery Slash Takeout? They've been calling for days. You must be a real loyal customer."

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"Delivery for Joel Ryder."

Thud.

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"Oh, Lord."

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Click click click. Metallic. Bated breath. Shallow hurts less; no anticipation. Slice.

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"Put the knife down. Now. Don't make this harder on yourself."

Click. Click. Metallic. Slide.

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Cardboard unfolding: thick, stiff crinkle. Wet splash. One finger, severed. Gold chain unraveling - imprint of cross over two joints. Charm falls. Bubble wrap rustles. Black fur - crusty, dark - flakes.

Click. Whirr.

"Hey, angel - I just wanted to let you know -- whirr - Hey, angel - I just wanted to let you know -"

Paper unfolding. Soggy scrawl. "She's not so sweet without her heart. Five million alone at the airport, tomorrow 8 pm."

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"Do not negotiate with them, boy. We have it handled."

Click. Clink.

"His disappointment will be dangerous."

"Ours isn't already?"

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Slow, steady slide. Slice. Squelch. Sternum separates, silver flashes. Keloids bulge, swell like bark fungi after rain; clench.

The size of a pomegranate, glistening red and fatty, pink-streaked white. Silver flashes. Scream. Severed hand over snipped heart. They wet the stamp with the sweat off her neck.

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"Hi, package for you. Yeah, it says to sign for it."

Scribble.

"Thanks! Enjoy."

Pause. Study. Slice. Unfold. Gasp. Thud.

Heart, one ventricle slashed, folded into the gentle grasp of a hand missing one finger. Fresh. Slowly oozing. Chipped nail polish: glossy sheer gold.

Laminated paper. Blood streaks over plastic, black twelve point serif. Left the ring finger for you, if you still want it. Fido says thank you for the delicious dinner. She didn't go down quick.

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"Fucking bitch is right."

Spit. Cold eyes roll back. Viscera underfoot: squelching. Stolen jacket rustles. Cold metal on mangled muscle, burst blood vessels under skin like poison nebulae. Two shots; all business. Broken nails on tempered glass screen; quick taps.

Tap tap tap. Ring. Ring. Beep.

"Oh ye of little faith. I want steak and soft-serve when I get back."

Tap. Heartbeat of hesitation. Sharp crack. Plastic snaps. Tap tap tap. Ring. Ring.

"Hi, this is Courtney at--"

"Tell the angels there's a sinner crawling out of hell to get back to heaven."

Beep. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Footsteps fading fast.

#odette in the butterfly garden #written in nectar

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void-heroes · 2 years

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𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙎

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗘: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞

Top Gun: Maverick | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!OC

Also published on my Wattpad (-voidheroes)!

Emerson and Amelia left Maverick's hangar, driving to the shopping district. A song from a cassette tape played softly in the car while the two girls chit-chatted about their lives, getting to know the other. Emerson parked her cherry-red 1969 Camaro on the street outside of a wedding dress boutique.

"So, how long have you two been dating?" Amelia asked as they entered the store.

Emerson bit her lip, "Um, about a day? Not really sure if that even counts, though." Amelia paused in the store's entryway, sending Emerson a strange look. "We've known each other since the Naval Academy. We've just always been there for each other; I can't imagine my life without him. It's complicated, to say the least."

Amelia laughed and headed to a dress rack while Emerson proceeded to an adjacent rack. The screech of metal hangers sliding across metal racks filled the silence in the store; the two girls struggled to find any potential options. There were dresses with sequins, lace, and floral and several different sleeve and skirt options, but none of the dresses caught Emerson's eye. The woman grew frustrated.

"Em!"

Emerson turned toward Amelia; the girl held up a simple, white satin dress with a cowl neckline and skinny straps. Emerson ran her fingers along the smooth material, "This is gorgeous, Amelia. You have a great eye!"

She smiled at the compliment, "Well, try it on!"

Emerson stepped out of the store's dressing room in the dress, giving Amelia a twirl. "You look absolutely stunning, Em!"

The woman smoothed her nervous hands against the dress, taking in her reflection in the mirror. The dress hugged her hips perfectly, flaunting her curves. The white, glossy material a perfect contrast against her tan skin. Emerson never expected a day would come for her to try on a wedding dress, yet here she was, marrying the love of her life. She was reminded of her mother, wishing she was there to share the moment. "My mom would have loved this dress."

Emerson fiddled with the dainty, silver necklace clasped around her neck. It was one of Charlie Blackwood's that she had passed on to her daughter before her death. Emerson kissed the necklace, blinking back tears. Another necklace hung around her neck; it was from Bradley. He gifted it to her when they graduated from the Naval Academy; she hadn't taken it off since. It was a small fighter jet on a silver chain.

"Your mom. She's not here anymore, is she?" Amelia wondered.

"No, she's not. She got sick several years ago."

"I'm so sorry, Em." She hugged the woman, "She would've thought you looked beautiful."

Emerson changed back into her original attire, and the two girls walked to the counter. "So, have you thought about joining the Navy?" Emerson asked curiously, waiting for the cashier to ring up her purchase.

Amelia chuckled, "No, I think my mom would kill me. I've thought about going into the family business. Maybe one day making the Hard Deck a franchise."

Emerson smiled down at the younger girl, "Oh, she's an entrepreneur." She grabbed the dress from the cashier and turned back to the girl, "Hey, thanks for your help today. I wouldn't have been able to do this without you." Amelia sent her a warm smile.

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Emerson Raye Blackwood had three loves: the sky, the ocean, and Bradley Bradshaw. So, it only made sense that their wedding occurred on the beach. Though, if it was even remotely possible, Emerson probably would've preferred a plane.

Penny Benjamin planned the entire wedding for the couple; although, Maverick would say he helped a little, yet Penny disagreed. The ceremony was set up on the shore outside of the Hard Deck. A trail of candles lit a pathway for Emerson and several white chairs sat in the sand for the members of the training detachment who were about Bradley and Emerson's only 'friends'. The wedding reception would occur inside the Hard Deck.

Truthfully, Emerson thought the whole idea of a wedding was silly. She told Penny and her father that she was fine just going to the courthouse to make it official, but the two refused.

The setting sun cast an orange hue on the still ocean as Emerson walked toward Bradley. Maverick offered to give her away, but Emerson argued that if he was requiring a wedding ceremony, it would be her shining moment alone.

Bradley stood at the end of the candle-created aisle in a white, untucked button-down. The first few buttons open, displaying his tan chest. His eyes traced every inch of Emerson's body, taking in the sight of her. The gentle breeze slightly blew her curls away from her face and the setting sun and candles formed a warm glow around her body. Bradley thought Emerson looked angelic.

Emerson's gaze fell on her father. He sat beside Penny, their hands intertwined. In a perfect world, it would be Charlotte Blackwood beside Maverick; though, fate was rather cruel. Maverick looked at his daughter fondly, glad that their relationship was no longer strained and that he could be there to witness the important moment.

Bradley and Emerson recited the traditional wedding vows. Bradley wished for them to create their own unique and original vows, but Emerson refused at the potential risk of crying in front of a crowd over Bradley's poetic words. Bradley pulled his parent's wedding rings from his pocket. Emerson placed her hand atop of his, stopping his movement. "Bradley," she whispered.

"They would've loved you," he replied with teary eyes.

They slid the rings onto the other's fingers. "Go on, kiss her," the officiant spoke. Bradley dipped her, his hands falling to the small of her back, kissing her deeply. He wore the biggest smile, knowing he, and only him, would get to do that for the rest of his life.

The wedding party followed the newlyweds up to the Hard Deck for the reception. Though, it wasn't much of a traditional wedding reception; more like a gathering of friends because if they were being honest, Bradley and Emerson had always acted like a married couple.

At the pool table, a bet between Phoenix and Bob and Payback and Fanboy formed. Over at the dartboard, Coyote attempted his second rematch against Hangman. The rest busy with conversations or off-key singing of the jukebox music. Emerson examined the people around her; this was her family. Sure, she wasn't related to any of them by blood, and they all had their own quirks about them, yet she wouldn't trade them for the world.

She approached Hangman, offering him a beer, "Well, I guess that 'one day' is off the table for you now, Hangman."

"Oh, Raven, the future is uncertain," he chuckled, ending his sentence with a wink. Emerson rolled her eyes. "I'm kidding," he wrapped his arms around the shorter woman, "I'm happy for you both, seriously. You two are the best for each other and the dream for everyone else."

Bradley appeared, sticking his hand out for Hangman, "Thanks, man."

Hangman shook Bradley's outstretched hand firmly. "Just don't ask me to babysit," he said with a tongue click.

Maverick loudly cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the room. "I would just like to say that I take full credit for the two of you meeting," he stated, pointing at Emerson and Bradley. They shot him confused glares. "Just think. If I hadn't held back Bradley's papers, you two wouldn't have been at the academy together," he joked.

Bradley pointed at him, beer bottle in hand, "That's not funny, Mav." The aviators all shared a laugh at the now father-in-law and son-in-law.

Penny patted Maverick's shoulder, "Okay, 'Matchmaker Maverick', how about we leave the newlyweds alone." She guided him away, turning the jukebox up louder.

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geffenrecords · 1 year

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u should give ME recs of the bands u like

srry i take 4ever but OF COURSE 💪

first of main recommendation 4ever is flatsound I KNOW he has popular stuff but he gets me like no one else my bff since i was like 13. he gets a bit overbearing and a bit like. idk too much occasionally buttttt i pgive him a pass. generally id recommend anything from his 2011 album "i clung to you hoping we'd both drown", GOOD SHIT on there but scotland i wish you had stayed/last minute cycle/four songs for losing you/if we could just pretend/losing intrerest and the trust i had in you r all reallly good. heat death, eight months, computer wound, soap, prayer beads, syrup, old lumina, i lost control, meow meow meow, last minute cycle, im so concerned about the ending that i dont even know the plot, cute stuff like that. theres probably more but thats just off the top of my head. idek. he has some good instrumental albums too :)

speaking of if u like instrumental stuff -> BUCKETHEAD. HIII. hes so funny i love him my fav album by him is colma my mom and dad used to play it in the car all the time and it still makes me cry. i wouldnt say his stuff is lifechanging but i use it for bg drawing noise all the time and its sweet stuff + hes really really fun to watch live and play. cool guy.

be your own pet is. well honestly im not relly sure what they are but they are fun ive only listened to their one album and it wasn't the best but it doesnt need to be. theyre so loud i need like ibuprofen if i ever listen to it full length again but the 2 songs by them i really really like are "stairway to heaven" (not a led zep cover) and "bog" (if my chem did a cover of this it would be unbelievably lifechanging).

megadeth I WILL RECCOMEND TO YOU idk if ur a metal person but uhmm give it a shot ? i dont really know how to say this in a good way so here. i think dave mustaine would really strike a note with you. in some aspects. HES FUNNY WEIRD ! and also hes really all you need yto know about them. they've switched out sm guys just keep him in mind. my fav lineup is peace sells bc chris poland was sweet looking and i just like gar samuelson for no discernable reason. they had a good ass bass player with GOOD ASS basslines but well he fucked that up! i honestly have no idea whos even in the band now. im basic w them i like rust in peace a lot and so far so good so what. they generally have a good few songs every album, enough for you to buy it but id never say theres like. an actual ass album thats like. i like every single song on it forever. SRRY LOL but i do really like his voice. song picks for them would be hook in mouth, 502, into the lungs of hell, honestly anything from rust in peace (ESP dawn patrol), peace sells title track, good mourning/black friday, n whatever else. im not the biggest fan of them but they have some good stuff. first album isnt bad either :o

KITTIE you should try rn. im fake i only listen to their first album but im working on it...lol. a bunch of 14 year old girls who met in highschool gym class and said hey lets make a band and well. it actually turned out super good. theyve also had sooooo many lineup changes idek but listen to the entirety of spit and the title track for until the end.

for a real dumb stupid emo band -> nightmare of you. i STILL ALSO havent listened to their other album but their self titled is very cute lol. theyre sooo fucking cheesy and stupid but theyre so fun. saw a pic of mikeyway with the lead singer once and also i reccomend watching their music vids bc theyre funny as FUCK. songs picks are thumbelina, my name is trouble, why am i always right?, i want to be buried in your backyard, and in the bathroom is where i want you. silly.

one of my favs ever EVANESCENCE. or at least their fallen album )are u noticing a pattern yet). i used to drive around and have that one playing on repeat like literally for weeks straight i luvv her sm. going under, whisper, tourniquet, and imaginary are the top Hits from there.

also im not sure if you want like mcr or fob hits BUT ill give them to you because i have the best ever taste are years of soul bonding with them. mcr hits -> drowning lessons, our lady of sorrows, headfirst for helos, early sunsets, best day ever, CUBICLES, helena, to the ed, not okay, interlude, fashion statement, cemetary drive, i never told you, dead, how i disappear, sharpest lives, i dont love you, famous last words, bulletproof heart, only hope for me, save yourself, SCARECROW, boy division, ambulance, heaven help us, burn bright. fob hits -> grenade jumper, patron saint of liars & fakes, sixteen candles, our lawyer made us change the name, 7 minutes in heaven, get busy living, im like a laywer, HUM HALLELUJAH, golden, after life of the party, youre crashing, ive got all this ringing in my ears, DISLOYAL ORDER, shes my winona, headfirst slide, 27, w.a.m.s and west coast smoker. srry people are about to get on my ass but i dont care very much for their stuff post hiatus. I DONT THINK ITS BAD its just not for me. i listen to it with simone all the time though it has my respect blah blah blah.

okay i hope that waz good enuf for you. have fun <3

#obviously not everything i like but stuff i figured would please u #hehe #zyz #carter #asks #srry this took so long.......i dont rlly have an excuse other than i was at school for like. so long...ig....

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killstreak-kritzkrieg · 1 year

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Alright so I’m back from my trip

No I didn’t mention I was going on this trip anywhere because I was prepared to bite the bullet, go, hate it, and then go the rest of my life not remembering it. And that was exactly the experience I got.

My dad just… drives me nuts. I don’t know how he does it, he gets an idea in his head and it MUST be executed immediately. Yes, he has a raging case of ADHD, and that isn’t in itself a problem. It’s just that he somehow seems to have an endless stream of energy to do whatever the fuck he wants, and he expects everyone to be able to match that energy. You can not say no to this guy, if he wants you to go somewhere with him, nothing short of DYING will ever convince him that you can’t go or just don’t want to go. His own brother broke his leg once and he berated him for not being available to hang out and do stuff.

Like… it’s nice that he wants to hang out. It is really nice, a lot of fathers don’t bother, and I don’t want to take that forgranted. But the things he always wants to do always involves large crowds and loud noises and things being extremely far away and expensive and stressful. To always be on the move or cramped up in a car for several hours at a time. It’s not the kind of thing I want- I would really seriously rather go to one of the local museums or something quieter and less crowded. But no, lol, he’s never going to meet a celebrity at a museum of course, and that’s all he wants. He wants to get buddy-buddy with celebrities so he could brag and make money. The only reason he ever talks to anyone is to forward his ability to make loads of cash off of the people he meets. And it works.

And he repeatedly tells me and my sister that it’s so cool to have a dad we could brag about. But I have never bragged about him.

Anyways, he invited us to go see a death metal band he is investing his time and money into, for his birthday. I repeatedly told him I don’t like death metal and I’m uninterested in going, and he just kept sharing songs that sounded exactly the same and asking if I liked that instead. This guy literally got jealous of my mom actually listening to what I wanted (getting tickets to a metal band I actually liked who was playing in a city 1 1/2 hours away) and guilted and coerced me into going on a dumb 3 day trip to get basically mindraped by sensory overload for 3 hours and get stuck into a car for almost 20 hours round-trip, and then tell me how much fun I had. I am incapable of sleeping in a car or in a hotel by the way.

And he complains to me about how people don’t actually like him 🙄 okay

My sister liked the trip, that’s all well and good. I’m glad she had fun, I just wish I didn’t have to go- he also dragged our grandma to come along too, and you can imagine how thrilled she was about listening to death metal (she had literally stuffed napkins into her ears).

anyways, i’m fucking tired

#rape cw #(no one was assaulted i just got angry describing a frustrating and stressful experience)

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thelittlestspider · 7 months

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some ash headcanons

- ash is originally from nyc. his dad moved them back to michigan when he was 10 to be close to brock's parents.

- ash used to race cars against scotty before scotty totaled his car.

- he had a crush on michael from lost boys.

- his parents tried to send him to catholic school to 'straighten him out', but it didn't work and they ended up sending him back to public school.

- ash quit cheerleading for band and his mom went ballistic.

- in aus where cheryl lives, ash commissions her to paint decals on his car. (in my fic anyone else but you, cheryl painted a wizard blasting lighting from his fingers on the hood, with the lightning wrapping around the sides.)

- he drives a busted up toyota that's tricked out with nitro and shoots fire from the headlights.

- he has so many mods installed on games on his laptop that it's always barely clinging to life, and he will never change or learn his lesson no matter how many times he tells it he will.

- he likes baseball.

- he is very dramatic when he's being inconvenienced lol. his neighbors once thought he was dying bc he was crying, screaming, and wailing, but his laptop just died while he was playing stardew valley without saving 😔.

- he isn't a gamer, but he plays games. if that makes sense. like he plays those random computer games in the dollar bin at walmart (or s-mart in his case).

- he and scotty formed a death metal band together in high school.

- his love language is gift giving and acts of service.

(nsfw ones under the cut. please don't look if you're a minor)

- ash likes topping, but he's also happy playing pillow princess if his partner wants to do the work.

- this isn't really a headcanon per se because he does mention this in the comics, but ash is kind of into impact play. he likes being spanked and having his thighs slapped, and occasionally his face (the reason for this is because of how he reacted to sheila slapping him. which was super horny for no reason).

- he acts really macho and devil may care, but once he gets past the toxic masculinity he's very tender and sensual. he wants to please them and take care of them. (basing this off the deleted dance scene with linda and the deleted sex scene with sheila).

- he's fine playing dom or sub.

- he has a bit of a strength kink and a breeding kink. a little bit.

#ash williams #sorry i just wanted them all in one post #i have more but these are at the forefront of my mind rn

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hazelsmom · 1 year

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I've never had a rela with my biological father. I'm 35 now, so it doesn't bother me at all, I've got an amazing step dad and wonderful mother, and from what I know about this man who's DNA I have, I'm not missing much. I've met him less than a handful of times. I was 13 years old the first time. I had been told another man, also not in my life, was my father. He was in prison, so my mom just put that away in her mind, it didn't matter. Until he started calling us from prison and sending me letters. He never said anything about not being my dad, which he knew, but my mom didn't want him to have contact with me. Apparently he's trouble. He's the Tommy Lee to her Pam Anderson. So, she told me the truth. That one night, she was fighting with her boyfriend, the man I'd been told was my father. She went out, and ran in to his cousin. He has a Trans Am and was older. Mom was 15 and wild. He took her for a ride in the Trans Am. The Scorpions playing in the stereo while they were in the backseat, making me. She was 16 when I was born. Trans Am guy took off immediately. Apparently there was a DNA test involved, so he definitely knew. But didn't care, apparently. Oh well.

Back to 13 year old me. Mom told me the truth and asked if I wanted to meet this man. And I did. Now. I knew in my heart this wasn't going to be some big fairy tale. He wasn't gonna whisk me away from my tragic life and make everything okay. He wasn't gonna be rich. He wasn't gonna buy me a car. But idk. I was curious. I knew he still lived in that same small town in Mississippi, so that told me a lot about him. My grandma was living in Mississippi at the time, so we went for a visit, and then Mom and I drove to that small town I was born in. We left it when I was 6, I have very vague memories of it. We met at a Waffle House. I sat with my back to the door, and Mom facing the door. I watched her face, and knew when he walked in. He brought his mother. She stayed in the car. We had lunch, and it was awkward. Here's the man. This man who is half of me. I have half of his DNA in me. We look nothing alike. I look like my mother, which he comments on. He never left this shitty, small town. He doesn't have the Trans Am anymore. He lives part time with his mother, and part of the time in a trailer with his girlfriend, who just had a kid. So I have a sibling I still to this day know nothing about, other than they would be in their 20s by now. We have awkward small talk. I immediately know this man will never pursue a relationship with me, so if I let it die, it will die. I'm gonna let it die. We get in my mom's car, I don't remember where we were going or why he rode with us, but he was up front with my mom. She stopped to go in to a store, leaning us alone. There's a copy of Undertow by Tool in the tape player of my mom's car playing. He doesn't like it. He comments that my mom listens to some "death metal type shit." I tell him the tape is mine, actually, and it's Tool, and it's not death metal. I had just started getting in to my own taste in music and Tool changed my life. I ask him what he listens to. He tells me his favorite band is Cypress Hill, and he just likes "whatever is on the radio." So, I didn't get my love of music from you, huh? Did I get ANYTHING from this man? I look like my mother, everyone has always said that. I have her eyes. Her face. I thought baby pictures of her were of me when I was little. I see nothing of myself in this man. He is perfectly content in his small town life, he has no interest in music. I live in a fairly large city, and music is the most important thing in my life at that time. Mom used to punish me by taking away my books and my CDs. Neither of those things matter to him. He tells me he doesn't think he's ever read a book. He likes wrestling and drinking, those are his hobbies. Going to a shitty bar in town. That's what he does for fun. His life is so far from mine, we have nothing in common. I still wonder, is there any part of me that came from him? Mom doesn't even know. To her, this is a guy she went on a date with years ago. Once. They didn't go out again. To her, he's a one night stand.

But I knew at lunch. I knew immediately. He didn't come here to meet me. He came here to see my mom. He'd remembered what she was like at 16. Young and beautiful and wild. He hoped she was still like that. She wasn't, though. She's still beautiful, but she's tired. She'd been raising me alone for 13 years. She had my brother, too, when I was 8, and he broke her. My brother was a difficult child. She got post partum psychosis and no one knew or cared, but she luckily didn't kill him or me and was able to pull herself out and be my mom again. But she's worked physical jobs to support us. Mostly waiting tables. She's not a fun, wild, 16 year old from a big city forced to move to that small town and looking to rebel anymore. She's a mother, who loves her children and doesn't want to be here, but did it for me. He sees this, too. But it doesn't stop him from trying. He tries to talk about THAT NIGHT. While the product of that night is still sitting right there. He's trying to remind her of fun times. She's not interested. She's not that person anymore and hasn't been since he abandoned her with a baby. But he doesn't care. This man, my father, who has just told me about his girlfriend who has just given birth to another child he'll likely abandon in a few years, is desperately trying to hit on my mother. In front of me. The child he never met, who came all the way from Tennessee to be at that Waffle House.

We leave and head back to my grandma's house. The ride was quiet. I knew I'd likely never see him again, and feeling a bit guilty that I didn't want to. Shouldn't I want to have a relationship with my father? Should I feel bad that he didn't like me? Why am I not enough for him? But I don't feel bad. I shared his DNA, but he wasn't a father and never would be, though he would go on to have more children with different women. There was just something sad about him. But he wasn't smart enough to understand it, and would turn to drugs later. Last I heard of him, he'd stolen everything he could from the wife he had that forced him to reach out to his kids. He found me on social media when I was like 21, and reached out. But it was clear he didn't want to, but his new wife wanted him to, so he did it to shut her up. He sent me a message. Hoping I wouldn't respond. But I did. I told him basically thanks, but no thanks. I'm fine. I have my mom, and she married a man who accepts me as his own. This angered him. Especially because this man is Hispanic, and an immigrant. He doesn't like people that aren't like him, straight white males. I guess it triggers something in him. He sends me back messages saying things about my attitude, and how I should be more grateful. He also uses a slur against my step father, which angers me. Here's this man, who knows nothing about me, calling me ungrateful and insulting the man who did what he couldn't. A man who has loved and cared for a little girl that wasn't his. A little girl who quickly entered her life long struggle with depression and mental illness not long after he met my mother. And he still stuck around. So I was not so nice in my response. I basically tell him to never speak to me again, and to go ahead and consider himself not my father. I don't need him in my life. I don't want him in my life. I know he doesn't give a shit about me, and the only reason he ever reached out was because he wanted to see if he still has a chance with my mom, and now because his new wife wanted him to. I was mean. I told him he should be more focused on getting new teeth for his wife. Which was mean, I know that now. But I was young and angry. Still struggling with my mental health. Again, I've angered him. He CALLS me to say mean things. Back then, Facebook still displayed your phone number publicly. He left a message. I listened to it, and heard his voice calling me a brat and he can't believe any child of his would talk to her father like that. All I can think is he is right, I'd never talk to my step dad like that.

And that's the last time I heard from him. I have at least one half brother I know about. I know there's others, but this is the only one I know. He doesn't know any others, either. Our father actually married his mom. Who was best friends with my mom. He stayed married his mother and stuck around for a while. My brother has memories of our father. He misses him. He wants him to come back. I think how sad that is. How lucky I am to have my step dad. How I hope one day my brother is able to move on, and see our dad for who he is. It hurts my heart when my brother messages me to ask if I've heard from our dad, because it appears no one has in a very long time, and he is worried. He knows family members that I don't. Our father is apparently missing. No one knows where he is, not since he stole from the wife who forced him to reach out and went on a drug bender. He may be dead. In jail. Who knows? It hurts me that my brother is concerned and is looking for him. But it doesn't hurt me that my father is missing. I don't feel anything about that. I still get messages from my brother sometimes, he asks if I've heard from our dad, and I haven't, of course. I tell my brother look. He knows how to find me. I'm not hard to find. I have an uncommon name. All he would need to do is search my name, and one or more of my social media pages would appear. Even though I have a new last name he doesn't know about, he could still find me. There's zero chance he doesn't use the internet. There's zero chance he doesn't know how Facebook works. If he wanted to find me, he could do so easily. But he hasn't. Not in 15 years. Doesn't he understand, this man doesn't want to be our father? He doesn't. He thinks one day he will want to be our father. I can't bring myself to break his heart. He's very nice. He looks like him. We have a few things in common, but not much. If weren't half siblings, we'd likely never be friends. We talk about meeting up someday, both knowing that will never happen. Maybe someday we'll just so happen to be in the same state. Maybe someday our father will get curious and reach out again, but I doubt it.

I came to terms with my father a long time ago. But new technology has brought new fears, and I find myself thinking of him more and more. I think about getting my DNA looked at. I know nothing of this side of me, and what if there is something I should know? But part of me worries I'll do that, and one day, someone comes knocking on the door, they got a familial DNA match for a cold case they've been working. My father was involved. Or my half sibling I know nothing about. And I have to tell them I can't be of any help, and know a person I'm related to is out there escaping justice. This is something that keeps me from doing this. Am I protecting this hypothetical family member? I honestly wouldn't be surprised to find out they were involved in an old cold case, but do I want to help the police find them? I like to think I'd tell them if I knew where he was, but would I? I believe I would. I'd hate to think of a mother, missing her child, never getting justice, and I don't help when I could. Besides, this man is nothing to me, just a guy my mom had a one night stand with 35 years ago. I feel bad sometimes that I am glad he stayed away from me. I don't think my life would have been any better with him in it, and perhaps worse. But I do still wonder sometimes, is there any part of me that's like this man? Did I get ANYTHING from my father? Surely I did. Surely I am not just a clone of my mother. I'd like to know what part of me came from him. Is it something I hate about myself? Or like? Did my tendency to have addiction issues come from him? Or my mom? She struggled before. But she beat hers. I haven't. And don't know how I will. I think that's what my father gave me. And I hate it and I hate him for it. I don't want to be like him.

#fathers #deadbeats #deadbeat dad #random thoughts #genetic testing #dna test #daddy issues #drug usage #addiction

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the-cadent-roses · 2 years

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Goodbye World

September 30th 2022 (214)

._+ Mis-eye-ventures Day LXVII +_.

Late at night my nephew and I were chatting, going through some deep stuff. I played a randomized Gorillaz playlist (which we both love), and got some random but timely song choices, amongst them "The Pink Phantom", which lyrics hit hard and close home.

"I tried to say I love you

But you didn't listen (summer nights)

I tried to give you everything you might need (summer nights)

In a sky made of diamonds

And where the world is flawless

I'll be waiting for you on the other side"

It is most definitely cliche and corny, but the day it came out, I was at a really low point, after a then recent, devastating separation, and the whole mood fit like a glove.

***

As movies now premier in the middle of the week, my nephew had clases early in the morning. I got up, commanded him to shower, whilst I got some breakfast done. He was well nourished and ready once my cousin came to pick him up. He is a really nice kid, but sometimes his actions towards her sister and my cousin are a bit tricky. As if he were mad and incapable of processing his damaging emotions.

***

Taking advantage of my early awakening, I went with my mom to her job, then I took my chance to walk back home, I tried with a new route, which allowed me to enter the Bazaar I mentioned a few entries back. It is a fantastical place. I found some old CDs, books and more. Plus, I could get my freshly arrived friend some gifts. As a cherry on top, I found a match box between some forgotten books, it has the name of a Mexican restaurant, with an English Slogan and a German address... I'm highly confused and I love it.

***

I kept the walking going, at least to the nearest metro station. Then. Headed again to the Vans store, jn order to pick the sneakers (hopefully). Apparently his size is still unavailable, but his girlfriend's (?) is, so on his orders, I bought to different models for her. They both shine in the dark.

***

I went south to meet my Uni friend, whom have arrived yesterday (I think) from Spain. He had a card holder and a notebook for me, both with the map of Madrid's metro system, I love them to death. He also got me a little car, full metal and moving parts, a great little thing. I got him an old CD, from a 2000s pop band, a rare encounter, as well as beautifully illustrated book on cactus care-taking. We met in a little japanese-themed store, so we could get oir hand on some Gachapons. After much deliverance, we sided for the hide-and-seek Moomin collection. I got Mama-Moomin, he got Child-Moomin, or just Moomin. We ate some meat nearby and I rushed back north to catch my family for an oddly deranged dinner.

~Roses~

Here are the full lyrics:

"You've more or less forgotten me this summer

I can't hide my disappointment

I was on my way in the Phantom V

The one you gave away

Try to tell you that I love you but I'm choked up

You forgot and that makes me feel like no one (summer nights)

Were you even really there?

Did you ever really care?

Wait, I got so many examples of all of the good times we had

Long summer nights (summer nights)

Held you a long time, put your name in my rhymes

Refresh your memory of where you wanna be

The Phantom's on the way, she's comin' down the street

I tried to get to Atlanta

On a peach blossom highway

I'm tryin' to put these puzzles out of mind

In a sky made of diamonds

Where the world fell silent

I'll be waiting for you on the other side

Summer lights (everyday, everyday)

Sometimes (ride where the summer goes)

Summer nights

Every night

Summer nights

I tried to say I love you

But you didn't listen (summer nights)

I tried to give you everything you might need (summer nights)

In a sky made of diamonds

And where the world is flawless

I'll be waiting for you on the other side

Of summer lights, summer lights

Hold it in for a long time

Summer lights, seems to me I'm in a dream

Behind these summer lights

The Phantom is coming

You forgot and that makes me feel like no one

She's crossing over the line

Wait, I got so many examples of all of the good times we had

Seems to me I'm in a dream (long summer nights, I loved you a long time)

(Put your name in my rhyme, refresh your memory)

Behind these summer lights

(Of where you wanna be, the Phantom's on the way)

(She's comin' down the street)

Sometimes"

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Akatsuki dad headcannons? Like what kind of dad would they be like and what daily life is like with y/n as their wife and their lil family?

(I lowkey hate y/n getting prego au's but we shall do this for comedy also sorry for not posting for a bit cause school T-T but now it's break and now im back) NOT INCLUDED KONAN CAUSE U JUST SAID DADS BESTIE IDK IF U WANTED MOMS TO

Sasori

I have many questions one being, how? Like he is a puppet yk, but let's say you had adopted or something just one thing led to another and you guys now have a kid. Okay, I feel like Sasori would be a very decent dad (although may experiment on your kids if they are human just saying) but he would be so nice other than that. He would do all the things he never got to have as a child with his dad like playing ball, woodworking together, father-child outings just the really sweet stuff. Also fun little extra I feel like if they were puppets he would try so hard to simulate the actual human life experiences for them like taste so they can do things like eat ice cream and feel emotions.

Hidan

Hidan would be a "cool dad" by that I mean he would teach them all the wrong things. Basically, Hidan as a father to me is like if the Christian conservative dad kept all his ways of putting his beliefs on his kids but as a Jashinist anarchist. So like "NO YOU LITTLE SHITS I TOLD YOU AT LEAST 5 KILLS FOR JASHIN, OR ELSE NO ICE CREAM" It would be hilarious. Also, feel like his only rules would be "worship Jashin, don't die, and always use protection." Other than that he would be the most fun, dad, ever but your kids would never want him to pick them up from school cause all their friends would get a crush on him. He would also just be like a more ruthless Uncle Jesse (from full house) in my opinion.

Kakuzu

Kakuzu would be the most awful damn dad istg idc what you say. Like okay okay he would be good emotionally but financially those kids gonna be looking broke af for some rich kids. he would also be super protective and shit like you wanna ask his kid out to prom okay "how much?". Mans finna try and make money out them kids. Hell, he may even sell them behind your back. But in all honesty, he would teach them how to save and spend money and raise pretty good kids.

Itachi

Itachi would be the best dad and I mean that with all my heart (and this is coming from someone who doesn't feel sexually attracted to him at all). Itachi would take your kids on outings, to go get ice cream, amusement parks, festivals, ect. Also he would be like the best at calming them down and helping them thru things like mental breakdowns or just really bad days. And when they are babies he would be so scared to shower them he would activate his sharingan to make sure they don't get hurt. Also he would def get them plushies like tons and a pet cat. Also Sasuke would be an amazing uncle and just spoil them kids rotten.

Deidara <3

Deidara would be a very awesome father, he would make sure his kids take pride in both his and their own arts. He would love to make their events a "blast" by adding cool fireworks and stuff. He would also be the type to pull pranks on all of you nothing that would hurt you guys ofc but still, it would be really funny. Also, he would blow up the kids' exes' house if needed too. (was the kid in the house when he blew it up no one needs to know <3) He would also take so much pride in his children and show them off like gold.

Pain

Pain would be a decent father he would be there for his kids when they needed him, however, he would turn them into the biggest edgelords and emos. I'm taking pure my chemical romance fans with no shame. Enough piercings to make a car with the metal, just pure edge. But he would love them to death and take care of them with his life. He would take them to hot topic every week and they would all match too.

Kisame

Kisame would be another awesome dad. He would be kinda like a beach dad where you would all live near the beach and he would teach the kids how to swim, take them to the ice cream truck on his shoulders and he would also teach them how to swim. Also, I feel like as they are learning he would do that thing where he goes underwater and pulls them under by their feet and then goes back up with them and then just laughs as they just got scared shittless. And they would all go on weekends and clean up the beach and the waters so that the animals there don't get hurt. <3

Obito <3

Obito would be another god of a dad, he would spoil them kids rotten. He would take them and play all the sports train them, teach them, give them piggy back rides, let them ride on his shoulders, tell them bedtime stories, ect. He would love them and you to death protecting you guys at all costs. Those kids would be going to school in damn uchiha crests and gucci istfg.

Zetsu

black zetsu

he would eat his damn kids.....

(white Zetsu would be a mix of Sasori and Obito)

#naruto #akatsuki #anime #anime gif #obito uchiha #kisame #zetsu #sasori #deidara #hidan #kakuzu #pain naruto #itachi uchiha #naruto shippuden #naruto series #headcanon

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Jealousy

Will Graham x reader, slight Hannibal Lecter x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: talks of murder, corpses, crime scenes

Author’s Note: besties you need to stop giving me freedom to chose the endings because i am SO biased. I hope you all enjoy regardless and didn’t mind that I bunched these two requests together because they’re so similar!

Requested: by anon, Hey i don’t know if you’re still taking Hannibal requests but if you are can you do something where both Will and Hannibal have a crush on the reader? The reader would be the only one who doesn’t know about the two men having a crush on her and one day the reader hangs out alone with one of them (could be Will or Hannibal) and the other gets jealous? It could end in the reader choosing one of them. (your choice)

Requested: by anon, AHHH i’m so nervous to write a request even tho this a anon😅 I never done a request but if you could do something where both Hannibal and Will take an interest in the reader? It could just be a thing where both of them try to impress the reader who remains oblivious to their affections. And during the entire thing they get jealous of each other and try to one up each other in gifts. If you want you could end it with them being polyamorous or the reader choosing one of them, i don’t really care my main focus id just the jealousy lol😅

Summary: the requests!

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You nodded gently, putting your fingernail between your teeth. You circled the corpse, giving it a careful eye as Beverly spoke over your thoughts.

“We believe it was murder, obviously,” she said.

“It’s just been a bitch trying to figure out how she was murdered,” Zeller commented. He was sitting on one of the stools, his hands resting on his thighs.

“Keep working on it,” Jack said, hand resting on the cold metal table.

“I think we should try and talk to the mom again. I feel like she knows more than she’s letting on,” you muttered. Will and Hannibal watched you as you moved to the head of the body, looking directly down at it.

“I want to go to the crime scene again,” Will said. You looked up and met his eyes, nodding a bit. You knew the toll that it took on him so you preferred him to offer up his abilities, rather than ask him.

“Are you sure you’re up for that?” Hannibal asked. Yours and Will’s eyes floated to Hannibal who was standing at the corner of the room. This wasn’t his crime, he wasn’t sure what Will would find.

“I’m sure,” Will said sturtly and then turned around, walking out of the room. Hannibal watched as your gaze followed Will until he was out of sight and then you turned back to the corpse.

“I’ll drive you to the mothers house,” Hannibal suggested. You nodded and took your hands off the metal, walking over to him.

“Thank you.”

The two of you left quickly after that, leaving Bev, Zeller, Price and Jack in the room alone. Beverly pretended to check something on her clipboard before looking up at everyone.

“You all felt that tension too, right?” Overlapped responses came.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“When did that happen?”

Beverly shrugged and learned against the wall. She tried to follow you and Hannibal as you left the morgue but you were already long gone.

“Who do you think she’s gonna pick?” Bev asked.

“I say let the best man win!” Price commented.

“We have a case here lady and gentlemen,” Jack said, pretending he too wasn’t invested. Everyone else shared one more look and then turned around, getting back to their duties.

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Hannibal sat promptly in his chair, legs crossed and looking at Will who sat across from him. Will had an open stance as he looked around the room he had been in a couple of times before.

“How was your week? Let’s start there,” Hannibal said gently, prompting Will to start talking. Will was usually filled to the brim with sarcastic comments but he never wanted to delve any deeper than that. Unless he was talking about other people's murders.

“Um, it was fine,” he said, trying to figure out what to say. “Y/N came over last night and made dinner. It was nice to have someone over.” Hannibal was able to mask his feelings very well but Will caught a little bit of disdain.

“That’s nice. Do you see her often?”

“Sometimes. She’s nice and likes to see the dogs.” Hannibal saw you yesterday as well, when the two of you went to interview the mother again. Hannibal offered a nice face to the woman and it ended up getting you somewhere with her.

“She is very kind,” Hannibal commented.

“Do you see her often Dr. Lecter?” Will asked.

“On occasion. She comes over for dinner. She used to be a patient but she’s been doing well.”

“Glad to hear you have some success stories.”

That was the day that Will and Hannibal realized they were competing and they hadn’t known it. They weren’t even sure that you knew it but they understood that the other had feelings for you.

Sure, ultimately it was up to you in the end but it was then they decided they would have to get to you first. Will was a little unhinged and confused. Hannibal was a little insane and unsettling.

Just depended on who was going to be able to play the right cards.

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You sat beside Hanniabl at his dinner table. You had a few of the case papers out in front of you, next to your plate of food. Hannibal was flipping through them as well. He was trying to help you out while also getting you to enjoy a nice meal.

You ate the last bite of the food and showed Hannibal one of the pictures.

“Do you think this looks like she’s been dead for a couple of months? I know water can wash away evidence and stuff but it definitely doesn’t look like she’s been dead for months,” you said. Hannibal took the picture from you and looked it over.

“I can’t say I disagree with you.” You took the picture back.

“This is really good by the way. Thank you for letting me intrude on your dinner,” you said laughing a bit. He shook his head.

“Of course. I’m glad you enjoy it, I know it can be an acquired taste.”

“I really enjoy everything you make. How do you say it? It’s growing my pallet,” you said smiling. He nodded pleasantly. It was always nice to make sure people were listening. You looked like you were about to say something else when your phone dinged. At first you ignored it but then it dinged again. “I’m sorry,” you muttered and then picked up the phone. You read a couple of messages and laughter bubbled from your mouth. Hannibal immediately felt a stab of jealousy but it didn’t show on his face. “Sorry, Will just sent me something about the case. I actually have to go see him later tonight, I should probably get out of your hair.”

Hannibal shook his head.

“You’re always welcome here, I hope you know that.” You smiled and nodded but still put the papers together in a neat stack.

“Don’t say that, I’ll abuse my privileges.” You stood up and put the stack of papers in your arms. “Thank you again Hannibal. I’ll call you?” He nodded, standing up as well and taking your plate.

“Of course. Have a nice night and say hello to Will for me.” You nodded and waved as you turned to leave.

Hannibal turned to the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink. He started to wash them and after a moment he found he had been washing his hands dry.

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“You really didn’t have to drive me. I can drive myself,” Will said from the passenger seat of your car. You waved him off, shaking your head.

“Please Will, I can drive you around all I want. Plus, I wanted to see Hannibal anyway. Don’t worry I won’t intrude on your session. I brought a book.” You held your book up in front of him and he nodded slightly.

Why did you wanna see Hannibal? He decided not to ask.

You got out of the car and followed Will inside to Hannibal’s office. Hannibal opened the door, as though he had been listening and waiting for your arrival. His smile grew at the sight of you.

“I was hoping to run into you. I boxed some leftovers from last night because you enjoyed them so much,” Hannibal explained.

“You went over to Hannibals’ last night?” Will asked. He didn’t mean for his voice to sound so accusatory but it did. You shrugged.

“I went for dinner and he helped me with some case notes.” You remained completely oblivious to the tension in the room. He handed you a box that he grabbed from his desk and you nodded happily. “Thank you so much! I will cherish this,” you joked. You turned to Will. “Have a nice session boys, I’ll be in the car.”

They both nodded and waved goodbye to you as you left the room. The tension did not leave with you.

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The morgue did not smell any better the next time you were in it. You were alone with just Bev this time as you compared notes on the cause of death. She and the guys were still in the process of figuring it out but it had been a busy couple of days.

“Yeah that’s kind of what Price was saying. I don’t know, I’ll look into it more and get back to you,” she said as you showed her some notes. You nodded and put your notepad back in your bag.

“Alright, keep me posted.” You stood up from your chair and stretched a bit. You and Beverly were pretty good friends outside of work as well so she had been dying to ask you about Hannibal and Will.

“So...how’s it going with Hannibal and Will?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. You gave her a confused look.

“Huh?” She scoffed.

“You’re kidding right?” You gave her a look and she laughed dryly. “You seriously don’t know? Those guys are head over heels for you. Come on, you had to have noticed how jealous they get when you talk to them. It literally fills the room with tension,” she explained. You shook your head slowly. It took you a moment but the realization hit you. You had to sit back down.

“Oh my God, I’ve been so head first in this case I didn’t even notice,” you said, laughing a bit.

“Well! Who’s gonna take the cake? Come on, we’re running bets here in the morgue.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Who did you bet on?” She gave you a look. “Come on!”

“Will,” she fessed up. You stood up.

“Go get your money Katz.” A prideful look went over her face and she nodded.

“Alright then. You better go get your man.”

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You knocked on Will’s door that night. You teetered back and forth on the porch, wondering if Beverly had been wrong. She could have read the signs wrong. Heck, you read the signs wrong at first. You were about to walk off the porch when Will opened the door, rubbing his eyes.

“Hi,” he said, blinking quickly.

“Oh my gosh did I wake you? I’m sorry, I am running on case time,” you said, suddenly feeling very apologetic. He shook his head.

“No, don’t worry about it. Do you need something?” You doubted yourself again but figured that if you were going to do it you had to do it now.

“I just...Beverly said something and I...do you wanna go to dinner? Like together? Like as a couple?” You were trying to get the words out so they didn’t sound awkward. Will rubbed his eyes some more and then his hand dropped. He smirked a bit.

“Yeah. I would really like that.”

“Okay! Okay. Good, good. I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow once you get some rest,” you said. He nodded happily.

“I look forward to it.”

“Me too.”

You turned around and he shut the door and a wall away from each other. You were both smiling wildly. Will almost called Hannibal and bragged but he went to sleep. He would find out eventually.

#will graham x reader #will graham imagines #hannibal lecter imagines #hannibal imagines

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favefandomimagines · 3 years

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Join the Club (b.b.)

Summary: two ticking time bombs find solace in each other

AN: had my self a little Captain America triple feature today and I miss bucky barnes so enjoy lol also since we haven’t met any of the other marvel universe characters, the reader has Magneto’s powers, do with that what you will

taglist: @amourtentiaa

There were many words people used to describe you. Asset, liability, crazy, tortured. The list went on and on and those were words you were accustomed to hearing for so long.

Growing up as an enhanced individual made you a social periah from the get go. You always thought you were a freak and that there was no one else like you.

You thought there was nowhere or no one that made you feel wanted until you met a small mob family in New York City. They told you you’d be the number one asset and ‘part of the family.’ But they used you. Used you to kill people and if you showed any hesitation, they’d torture you with various weapons. None of them metal so you couldn’t fight back.

The only way to escape was killing them all. And again, you were back to feeling like the outcast and now a murderer.

Until Tony Stark himself recruited you for a ‘mission’ of sorts.

He showed up at your apartment and asked for your help. And who were you to say no to Tony Stark?

“I’m nothing special, Mr. Stark. I’ve done some really bad things.” You told the man. The billionaire was sitting across from you on your living room couch as you fiddled with the tea cup in your hand. “On the contrary, Y/N. You have the ability to anything with metal in it. That’s a gift. You did what you had to do to survive. I know all about your past.” Tony said.

“You’re probably the first and only person who thinks that.” You said. “I need your help. Captain Rogers and I had a falling out and I need you to help me stop him from making a huge mistake. And then you can come work for Stark Industries.” The man told you.

You looked at him for a moment when you realized you had nothing left to lose.

From that day on, being at the Avengers compound had made you feel like a little less of an outcast. You had Wanda, who you sparred with a few times. Using your powers of course. Clint made you laugh and had a paternal sense about him that you could tell came from having three children. He was obviously a natural at it.

You played pranks on Steve and Sam, giving their signature shield and flight suit were made out of metal. And then there was Bucky Barnes. The infamous Winter Solider that you have heard numerous stories about.

You felt bad for him. He was used as a pawn in someone’s screwed up game and faced the consequences for it every single day. You could relate to that on a lot of levels. You were quite the insomniac and had issues falling asleep so you ran into him in the kitchen on a few occasions.

He told you about the night terrors and how every time he closed his eyes he saw all of the terrible things he had done. Every single thing HYDRA had him do and every person they had him kill. From that point on, you and Bucky had formed a bond. A bond that soon surpassed the levels of friendship and blossomed into a romantic relationship.

Bucky had told you that you sleeping next to him seemed to be the only thing that stopped his past from haunting him in his sleep and you soon spent many nights in his bed.

You and Bucky had went to bed like it was any normal night. You showered and laid in bed for a few hours before the both of you had drifted off to sleep. But your insomnia struck again and you slowly got out of the bed and made your way to the kitchen.

After making a small cup of tea, you stepped back into the dark bedroom, cup in hand. You assumed Bucky was still deeply asleep but were quickly proven wrong when you felt a hand wrapped around your throat and your body was pushed against the wall.

The cup left your hand and shattered to the floor but the sound wasn’t enough to knock Bucky out of his trance. “Bucky.” You croaked out.

“Bucky, it’s me.” Your voice strained, trying to pry Bucky’s hand off of your neck. You looked down at your free hand and used all of the strength you had left to focus on Bucky’s metal arm and soon you felt the oxygen hit your lungs as he was thrown across the room.

But oxygen wasn’t enough to keep you awake and alert. You fell to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

When you woke up, you were back in your own bedroom. Steve was sitting in the chair in the corner asleep, in a position that looked rather uncomfortable.

“Steve, wake up.” You tried to say, your voice coming out hoarse. The man stirred and woke up, seeing that you were awake as well. “Y/N, how are you feeling?” He asked. “What happened?” You asked. “Bucky, he, uh, had a night terror. He must have been startled and he tried to kill you.” Steve explained. “No, no I know that. Where is he?” You questioned.

“We don’t know. After he came to get Nat and I he just took off. Said that he was too dangerous to be around you.” The man answered. “I have to go find him. He didn’t mean to hurt me.” You said, moving to stand up. “Are you sure? You were completely drained of energy.” Steve rebutted. “Yes, I’m sure. Bucky thinks he’s a monster and now he probably feels even worse.” You explained.

Steve sighed as he also rose to his feet. “I’ll help you find him. You’re important to him and if anyone can talk to him it’s you.” He said. You gave him a grateful smile as he helped you stand.

You hacked into every traffic and public camera you could and discovered that he had taken a Greyhound bus to Washington DC. “Why would he go to DC? That’s a five hour bus ride.” You asked Steve. “The Smithsonian. They have an exhibit there and he has his own display.” Steve answered. “Then we’re going.” You ordered.

Five hours later, Steve dropped you off at the museum and you began your search for Bucky. And it wasn’t too difficult to find the exhibit on Captain America. You wandered around and examined the photos and read the plaques when you stumbled upon a man standing directly in front of the exhibit for James Buchanan Barnes.

You noticed that he had been standing there longer than most of the patrons and you could sense it was Bucky. Approaching him slowly, you maintained your distance as you stopped next to him.

“You look good with short hair.” You commented, looking at the photo. Bucky looked over at you with a pained expression before you finally made eye contact with him.

HIs gaze shifted downwards towards your neck and he clenched his jaw upon seeing the dark purple bruise around it.

“How’d you find me?” He asked. “Well, I found out you took a bus to get here and Steve connected the dots.” You answered. “Why are you here, Y/N? After what I did?” Bucky questioned. “Because it was an accident. You didn’t mean to have night terrors.” You said.

“I could have killed you. I’m a monster.” Bucky said. “Join the club.” You replied. “You’re not the only Avenger on a redemption arc, Barnes.” You added, slightly agitated as his self loathing. “What do you mean?” Bucky asked.

You looked at him for a second before looking back at the picture of him. “I killed my mom. It was an accident but I did. We were arguing on me not wanting to go to Saturday detention at school. I refused to get in the car and I got angry. So angry, my powers went out of control and I crushed the car with my mind. It was so bad my aunt told the police it was a hit and run. I had to stage my mother’s death because I was the one who killed her. Then I joined a mob family as their personal hit man because it was the only way I could survive. Even then, if I didn’t comply they’d torture me with plastic weapons because then there was no way I’d be able to fight back. I killed all of them the second I could.” You confessed.

You hadn’t told anyone but Tony about the real reason you had been on your own since you were 16 and your own past demons. You didn’t tell Bucky but you always told him you understand how it felt to be out of control.

“You didn’t mean to do it.” Bucky spoke. “I know. Just like you didn’t mean to hurt me. You weren’t in control because you still thought you were the Winter Soldier. It wasn’t your fault.” You said.

“There will always be a part of us that emulates our past whether we like it or not.” You added. “I just, I can’t risk hurting you again.” Bucky replied. “I know you’re afraid but you’re not going to hurt me again. Not if you don’t let what they did to you control you. You’re stronger than them, James and you’re the one in control now. Not HYDRA.” You said.

Bucky looked at you with a sense of adoration. No one had ever treated him with such compassion before. Steve and Sam used the tough love tactic and Tony would just show him zero pity. But you treated him with care and love and no one had done that before since he escaped HYDRA.

“You’ve never told me about your past before.” Bucky finally said. “Because I was afraid. You’d find out I wasn’t the clean and shiny Y/N you thought I was when we met. That you’d not want to be with someone with a damaged past.” You explained. “I love you because you’re you not because I thought you were clean and shiny.” He said.

Your head snapped up from the floor to look at him with wide eyes. He had never told you that before and you didn’t know if you were hearing things. You had told him you loved him and you knew he wasn’t ready to say it back. You understood. Those feelings don’t come lightly after one has the past Bucky has had.

“W-What did you say?” You asked. “That I love you.” He confirmed. “You’ve never told me that before.” You said. “But I mean it. I haven’t felt this way for anyone before.” Bucky said.

You stepped closer to Bucky and wrapped your arms around him tightly. Whatever tension Bucky was feeling instantly melted away and you felt his body soften.

“You’re gonna be okay, Buck. I promise.” You whispered.

Bucky held on to you like a lifeline and you held on to him and for the first time since Bucky escaped HYDRA, he truly believed he was going to be okay.

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