#yeah i know bottling up is not a good idea but its ... safe

[arikazu]

Tiger inside | Lee know

Plot: you met your favorite idol at a club after some late night talks with him him didn't knew you would end up in his bed.

Warning : oral sex , rough sex, unprotected sex, minor don't interact I don't what I did. Sleep deprived author

the smell of alcohol is not a pleasant scent, even when you are used to it by now. The stench makes my nose twitch as I try to focus on what's going on in front of me. I'm currently sitting on a park bench across the street from the nightclub. This is an unfortunate place for me to be, but that’s how things go sometimes when you are in an unknown country.

Korea was your dream country once upon a time. You never thought you'd end up here, but here you were, stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no way to contact anyone.

a young man who looked a year older than you. his face was covered in a mask and his perfume smelled so strong that it made your head spin. he sat down next to you and held a bottle of beer to your lips. "I know what you're like," he said before drinking half the bottle himself. "I can see it in your eyes that you have no idea where you are

He sounded observant enough, despite his words being muffled by his mask. "it's ok, I don't blame you." He took a long sip of the beer and continued, "When I first came here I didn't know anything at all. i "

you sighed "I am y/n and I am new in Korea"

"Minho" He mumbled before turning back into the night. He had dark brown hair that fell perfectly onto his forehead. His face was almost handsome in its own right, with sharp features. his eyes were dark as if they hid something. You couldn't see them clearly because he wore sunglasses that kept falling off his nose. "it's Minho" he corrected you

You smiled.

minho frowned and said, "What is the point of being nice to me?" "I know nothing about you"

You laughed nervously and fumbled around for a good answer. he leaned against his hand "You're probably gonna hate me soon anyway"

You tilted your head "Why do you think that?" "I don't mean to be rude, but you look kinda weird"

Minho smirked "Maybe it's because I am an idol" You blinked. "You're an idol?" "Yeah" his smirk faded and he looked away from you your eyebrows knit together "Do… Do I know you from somewhere?"

His expression was blank as he stared into the distance you asked him again "Lee Minho?"

he nodded and you got him right in his eyes this time. his gaze seemed to look through you, searching for something that wasn't there. a shiver ran down your spine, but the heat in the air prevented you from sweating. Hiß eyes turned towards the direction of the club and his smirk reappeared.

"how about this I help you ease this stress." He stood up and offered his hand to you. You hesitated at first until he put his other hand on his hip. "I can assure you that you will get over the awkwardness soon, so why not just take advantage of this situation"

You shook his hand "Ok"

the night began with a lot more questions than answers. How did you get to Seoul? Why were you in korea? Where were you coming from? Who was your family? And most importantly, did you feel safe with him? Minho was the epitome of cool while answering questions, but also slightly scary to you since he would sometimes stare holes into your soul.

Minho was someone who was like a cat . He was quiet and mysterious, but the moment he opened his mouth he would start talking. It was like some kind of cat instinct. He was the cat you wanted to pet when you were little, even though it terrified you. you could trust him even though you hadn't talked for hours. The more you spoke with him, however, the more your confidence rose.

Even when he answered your question, he answered it confidently, like everything was simple. He was a mystery wrapped up with one very attractive package. he made you smile and felt comfortable with him. you were sure there was a story behind everything he did. It seemed so simple, but it was not The first thing you noticed about him was his eyes.

Minho came closer to you "so you are a fan of stray kids?"

You shrugged "No, not really"

He chuckled "Oh, I see"

Minho pulled you inside a alley way between two buildings. you could faintly hear music from within the house, making you slightly excited. he walked you to a door that had no handle or lock. He grabbed your wrist lightly and pushed the door open "It's unlocked, follow me."

You stepped through the threshold, and your jaw dropped. Inside there were rooms littered with purple and blue light .

"this is my secret place," said Minho. "it serves as a haven for me. when I am tired of the world outside, I come here."

"Minho why did you bring me here since it's a secret place"

"Y/n You are not my fan so it is easier to trust you"

His words were honest. He meant every word of them. You wondered how people could dislike such a person.

You asked, "Do you come here often?"

He shrugged "Just this week or so"

You sat on the couch Minho brought you a wine glass filled to the rim with clear liquid. you drank it eagerly.

"How does it taste?" he asked

"It tastes great" you replied honestly "Where did you get it? It smells like you"

Minho looked tipsy "Me? I bought it from a friend"

He finished his drink and then sat next to you. he placed one of his arms around your shoulder

"You seem a little scared" Minho murmured into your ear. his fingers slid into your hair softly and gently massaged your scalp. your mind went blissfully blank for a few minutes.

"I used to like your music" you confessed. Minho looked surprised. his eyes softened and he pressed closer to you. his breathing became laboured. you tried to ignore his body pressing against yours. instead, you concentrated on his voice.

It took you several moments to realize that he was asking you a question. "I used to like all your songs," you said.

"My bias was chan and you" Minho grinned and his eyes sparkled. he rested his chin on your head your cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. you felt like he was invading your personal space. you needed to pull away and stop letting him touch you so casually. but you weren't ready. you liked feeling his hands on you. you liked touching him. he was warm and soft like cotton.

"then why did you stop liking me i mean stray kids" You froze. the question was completely unexpected. You were expecting the worst. you didn't want to tell him how you truly felt about his song choice. You didn't want to reveal your feelings about his music. you couldn't stand to see his happiness shatter in front of you, but now that he's already asked you about it….there wasn't much point in lying

"I grew out of kpop when I learned what kpop idols go through just to please their fans" you muttered. "So you're saying you didn't find my music interesting?"

"no I did it's just…" you paused as you considered the best way to say it. "I grew out of being addicted to it"

"I see.." he said.

You looked up at him and saw that he was staring straight into your eyes.

Minho leaned in closer until your noses brushed against each other. "Are you going to leave me?" His voice was deep and smooth. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Your heart raced. You closed your eyes and leaned forward, finally giving in to his charms. "Yes" Minho kissed you on the lips. He moved his hand to your waist

and held you close. You parted his lips with your tongue and allowed yourself to enjoy this for just a bit longer. You let your mind wander off and forget about the pain you had felt for weeks now. you forgot about the fact that Minho was a stranger and that you only met yesterday. for that one second, you forgot about life and the people that hurt you.

Minho pulled his tongue inside his your mouth. His grip tightened around you. It wasn't long till Minho broke the kiss and pulled away. you were still dazed and lost for words. he smiled shyly "I have never done that before." You giggled "Neither have I" "Would you be ok if we-" he began hesitantly "Of course!"

you forgot that he was your idol.

because tomorrow you were leaving Korea anyway.

Minho removed the shirt you had been wearing for a little while ago. it fell from your shoulders, revealing your bare back. He traced his fingers along the small scar that marked your skin. you flinched slightly, not quite used to anyone touching it. but Minho never stopped smiling. He pulled the shirt from your body and threw it away. he lifted your skirt and pulled it off too. he stared at you with adoration. you blushed and averted your eyes trying hard to hide your reddening face.

Minho trailed soft kisses down your neck. he trailed kisses along every inch of your neck which made you feel weak in the knees. you wrapped your arms around his neck and gripped onto his hair tightly trying not to moan. His breath fanned the sensitive area of your neck and it sent tingles down your spine.

His hands left your body and he moved to grab your wrists and hold your hands above your head. he stopped kissing you. his lips found their way on your collarbone. he sucked at the small spot just under your chest where your breastbone met your neck, causing a shiver to travel down your spine and you whimpered.

"I want your ass in my mouth" he placed your ass on his mouth as he laid on the bed you on top of his face . he placed both your arms above your head, holding them steady. Minho slowly licked his lips. he moved his head up from under your body and started licking at your clit. you clenched your teeth in anticipation and moaned loudly. the sound of your moans mixed with his groaning filled the room.

it sounded so sinful, it almost felt sinful. Minho positioned himself between your legs and started to lick slowly, making circular motions with his tongue. Then he bit on your thigh, causing you to jerk upwards. Suddenly you were pinned down by Minho and he began to suck on your thighs. you cried out from the sensation.

it felt too good. you felt like you were going insane. This felt like heaven. he was taking his time. torturing you. He was playing with you slowly. You could feel the need build up inside you slowly. he reached between your legs and began licking your clit repeatedly. he teased you by pushing against the walls of your cunt

. You gasped as he continued to play with your clit in a rhythmic fashion. the more he played the harder he would suck on you. it was driving you mad. the longer he kept sucking your clit the more you bucked against his face. the faster he would hit his rhythm. he was relentless..

Minho slapped your ass hard. you screamed. he repeated the slap over and over again. he continued licking and sucking your pussy relentlessly. it was becoming unbearable. You wanted to cum. but you couldn't… you were terrified to. you didn't want him to stop…but you also wanted him to keep going. You wanted him to take you right here.

in front of him. and watch as you climax. and hear how loud you cry his name as you release in his mouth. you wanted to see your orgasm in his eyes. Minho was getting more impatient by the minute, wanting to make it even better. he pushed his tongue farther and deeper inside your asshole, hitting all the sensitive spots he knew you liked.

"suck me baby while I eat you out" he pushed himself deeper inside your pussy, hitting every last soft spot. You arched your hips upward, wanting to be able to thrust yourself against him. He pulled away and grabbed your hand. he led your hand to his mouth and lapped up all of the cream that was dripping down your legs. You shuddered violently under his mouth.

Minho smirked triumphantly as he licked up all the excess juice from your legs. then he rolled you over so he was pinning your hands against your chest. he began licking your inner thigh furiously. "that's enough!" you yelled "oh no I'm only getting started!"

he replied as he slipped two fingers inside of you. He rubbed your clit and squeezed it lightly. the pressure caused you to moan loudly. He continued to move his fingers inside you slowly. The pace was too slow for your taste. "I want you to cum for me. cum on my fingers baby" he ordered.

He placed you on his chest . he slid his hand slowly inside of you and massaged your clit. you bucked uncontrollably. You cried out loudly. he inserted another finger in your tight wetness. his finger circled around your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body. You were starting to pant heavily. You couldn't take it anymore. your body started shaking wildly.

He removed his pants and again held you on top of him. "Minho ahh" you screamed his name. your eyes glittered brightly from your orgasm. He watched your body shake beneath him and it excited him immensely. He loved watching you come. you always came beautifully.

your tongue on hid tip of his cock. He tensed when he felt the tip of your tongue on his length. He gritted his teeth as his hand tightened in your hair. he tried not to moan out loud and embarrass himself. You took him inside of you. you couldn't contain yourself anymore. you moaned his name louder as you started moving your tongue on his dick

. you didn't give him any time to adjust to your actions. you moved your mouth faster and faster around his cock, trying to take him all the way inside. he started thrashing underneath you. "y/n baby I'm going to cum" he exclaimed. You gave his cock one last swipe of saliva then pulled your mouth off. you looked down at his cock and noticed that his tip was leaking precome. You smiled and looked into his eyes.

"aww kitten I thought you were strong" You said sarcastically, earning a smack on the arm. "shut up you're such an idiot" He placed his lips in between your legs and attacked you. He sucked and sucked at your clit making you throw your head back and close your eyes. The feeling was addicting. he gently ran his hands up your sides and caressed your breasts gently.

"you think you can take me y/n" minho whispered as he nibbled on your nipples. Your whole body tingle in pleasure. Your whole body felt electric as soon as minho touched you like that. He kissed your stomach tenderly, then went back to sucking your breasts. He started licking and kissing your nipples.

"yess" you moaned.

he placed himself at the entrance of your hole and he entered you. he took his time inside of you. he knew what buttons to press to drive you crazy. he made love to you, taking his time, giving you everything you needed. he loved watching you get turned on.

Minho moved his hips against yours causing you to grip the sheets tightly, your nails digging into the material. He thrust his hips once more roughly. You cried out. He stopped thrusting. You felt his cum rush into your body. you cried louder at the sudden sensation. he grabbed you and spun you around. you ended up landing on your side.

You moaned in pain as you landed painfully on your hip. But the throbbing pain in your hip helped distract you from your sore muscles. you moaned as another wave of pleasure washed over you. Minho crawled towards you and climbed on top of you. he lowered himself and pressed his lips on yours. he kissed deeply, hungrily.

he nibbled on your bottom lip teasingly and then slowly pushed his tongue into your mouth. He continued kissing you until he came. his semen coated your inner thigh and you moaned in satisfaction. you felt satisfied but still felt a little sore because Minho was inside you. He lay beside you and kissed your forehead lovingly.

"good job babe"

He thrusted himself into you and you cried out. He gripped onto the sheets tightly, trying to stay silent. "baby stop hurting me!" you cried.

His head snapped up as if he was shocked by your words, tears filli your eyes. His grip loosened on the sheets, allowing you to slide out and pull him into you, wrapping your arms securely around his waist.

he rested his head on top of yours, "I'm sorry baby. i'm gonna make this up to you. I won't let you go."

He lifted your chin and planted his soft, warm kiss on your lips. he trailed small kisses on your jawline, leaving a trail of hickeys, then finally to your neck.

you moaned softly as he began to kiss down your neck. He kissed your collar bone and then your shoulder. he stopped at your breast, running his hot pink tongue over the nipple. he sucked and nipped at your hardened nipple.

You squirmed and moaned. Minho's touch was driving you completely wild.

You were beginning to unravel. "Minho…"

"just relax baby" he breathed in your ear

You closed your eyes and relaxed into him. He was gentle with you. You didn't know if he actually felt remorse or just felt bad for having fucked you senseless like you thought he did. either way, you didn't care anymore.

minho moved slowly inside of you. he gently kissed the spot on your neck that caused you to whimper loudly. "you feel good" he muttered in your ear, He continued to thrust into you slowly, making sure that the friction was just right. Then he sped up and began hitting your clit aggressively. You could hardly control your body.

"mhm baby, fuck you're so damn tight" he praised you moaned his name loudly. "I can feel you clenching around me so tightly. do you need me baby? to fill you?" he asked huskily "please..please Minho please~" you begged he pumped harder in you . "yes! yes I want you. now please" you pleaded minho pulled his body out of you slowly, then quickly positioned himself behind you. he grabbed both your thighs and spread them slightly open, allowing him to thrust inside of you. you cried out and reached forward, grabbing a handful of his hair. He leaned down and bit your shoulder softly. you cried out in response. he picked up his pace. You wrapped your leg around his waist and threw your head back, releasing your climax. Minho thrust in you deep and fast. He kept thrusting inside you hard.

Your entire world became white noise. It seemed like you were floating on clouds. Everything faded away. All you could hear was your own heart pumping fast. He had a hand on your ass, rubbing it as he pounded into you. Everytime he came into you, he would release a few seed in between your folds. He kissed your shoulder and your neck.

it was 11 :45 PM and you were exhausted. You laid there on top of Minho after you finished your orgasms. You were still in utter euphoria and bliss. Your entire body was numb. you didn't even realize how tired you were. Minho wrapped his arm over your abdomen and cuddled up closer to you. He kissed you tenderly on your cheek.

you sighed softly and snuggled into his warmth. He pulled you close to him and spooned you, keeping you close. You stared up at the ceiling. The room was dark so you couldn't see anything. you listened closely to Minho's heartbeat. It was a steady steady rhythm. The sound made you calm down.

the rain continued pouring outside. the sound of the raindrops against the window calmed you down. you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Minho snuggled deeper into you and put his head on your chest. The next morning you woke up to the smell of breakfast. you rolled over and found Minho already awake. he got up and walked over to you.

"hey" he murmured softly

"good morning gorgeous". you smiled sweetly.

"so I have breakfast waiting for us if you wanna join me" he suggested

You yawned and stretched before hopping out of bed.

"yeah sure why not" you mumbled.

Minho wrapped his hand around your waist as he led you to the dining table.

he served you some toast and eggs then handed you a fork and knife. you dug into the food and ate quietly, enjoying every second you spent with him.

the drizzle of rain continued to pour outside and you could barely make out any cars driving down the street. you sat down next to him in silence and enjoyed the silence while you ate. Minho took your plate away from you and took the seat next to you instead. he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him.

the smell of vanilla filled your senses as his arms wrapped around you. you buried your nose into the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply. you could feel a tear rolling down your cheek. You wiped it away quickly trying to hide the evidence of your sorrow.

Minho kissed the top of your head. "what's wrong Y/n?" Minho asked

You sniffle and wipe more tears that fell. "nothing just…i don't know" you mumble

You looked up at Minho, he gave you a confused look "why are you crying" he asked in concern.

You laughed through your tears. "sorry i didn't mean to be such a cry baby"

Minho chuckled lightly " come on tell me"

you sighed "it was my first time and I gave it to you" You said.

Minho laughed and caressed your cheeks "don't worry baby I will make sure I am the only one who gets to see you like this"

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[shegatsby]

Heyy! Its me again haha. I really wanted to thank you, this turned out really good!♡

I also have another idea..

Okay so reader is Will's cousin and they are visiting Will, Hannibal doesn't know and decides to pay Will a visit but he's currently at the store so he starts talking with the reader and they find out they have much in common like being fans of arts, opera and cooking.. and then reader says they are applying for a job in Baltimore as maybe an arts teach or smth. And 5 to 6 months after that reader meets Hannibal again in a museum of arts, they again start talking and catching up, exchanging numbers and staying in contact for awhile until Hannibal gets 'captured' and then of course everything that happens after that, Hannibal tries contacting reader in that time but it seems as reader blocked him.. and then I thought that maybe it would be like after the fall that Hannibal finally gets in contact with reader and they finally start building a romantic relationship!^^

So yeah thats my idea. I really hope you like this idea and can make something of it. Your writing is like honestly amazing and I would be really excited if you would do this considering the other one was so well made.. I wish you a wonderful late new year and to everyone else aswell! <3

A/N; I cannot believe I've finished this while listening to Justin Bieber -Maria lol Sorry its a bit long but i really enjoyed writing it. Also thank you for your kind words, i'm here to serve the fandom. <3 sorry for any typos since English isn't my native language. Oh, i hope you'll have an amazing year and i hope you'll heal from your past wounds.

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warnings; mention of cirme, thats it. its safe kiddos.

You had to walk into the store in order to get warm and also buy groceries for your dear cousin. Will Graham. You were visiting him for a week and he asked you to cook your famous stew, in cold days like this a warm stew would cheer anyone up, so after breakfast you decided to get dressed and go to the store while Will was making cookies for his guest. You didn’t know who the guest was but he said he wanted you two to meet. You only nodded and left the house. Inside was warm, and smelled nice, you loved grocery shopping and cooking for people. It was your way of showing your affection towards beloved ones. You were in the wine section, decided to make some hot wine. As you were trying to reach to the top shelf you heard a calm yet dominant voice saying ‘’Allow me.’’ And on your peripheral vision you saw a man’s hand reaching for the wine you wanted. ‘’Here you go.’’ You turned to face the owner of that deep voice, ‘’Thank you.’’ You managed to say, observing his maroon orbits. Such a distinct color, you thought. ‘’Elegant choice. Most people don’t go for that brand.’’ He announced, Doctor Hannibal Lecter never made small conversations with people he didn’t know but when he noticed that this person knew a good quality wine he just wanted to chat. ‘’I’m making hot wine for today. This one is the best for that.’’ You said smiling, he smiled back. ‘’What is your go to choice?’’ he had this strange aura that made you want to talk to him, normally you would smile and say goodbye but he intrigued you to your core. ‘’If I’m visiting a close friend I pick this one, which that’s what I’m doing today.’’ You looked at the brand he was holding, ‘’I always admired the painting on that bottle. Such baroque colors.’’ He raised an eyebrow to your statement, ‘’I assume you’re interested in art?’’

‘’Always have been. Actually once the paper work is done I’ll start working in Baltimore with painters. They opened a studio and asked if I could work with them.’’ That’s when Hannibal noticed the small and dry paint residue on your dominant hand. ‘’I live in Baltimore and I hope to see your paintings one day at an art gallery. Good luck.’’ He smiled a warm smile which reminded you the sunset in winter, it gave you hope for the future.

‘’Thank you so much.’’ You said and you both walked to your separate ways. However, fate had its own webs to arbitrate in your behalf.

Once you reached to your cousin’s home you saw a car on the front yard, apparently his guest have arrived. You climbed the porch and used the spare key Will gave you. You could hear two man talking about a murder case, you knew what your cousin’s job was and he was so passionate about it that every week he would call you and tell you about a new case. In the entire family he chose you as his special blood connection. You two have always been considered as outlaws, or ‘’the freaks’’ and this made you more close to one another. ‘’I’m home.’’ You announced to let them know, just in case if they were talking secret FBI files. ‘’Come in Y/N.’’ you heard your cousin say with enthusiasm. You quickly left the bags on the kitchen counter and washed your hands, you had slightly cleaning obsession which Will never forgot to point it out. ‘’Hi!’’ you wore your warmest smile and walked into the living room which was at the back of the house and it had a door that opened to the back yard.

As soon as you walked in you saw that man from the store, sitting on the single armchair, holding a coffee mug in his large hand. You froze in your steps, watched him stand up, fix his clothes subtly and extend his hand towards you, ‘’What a lovely coincidence. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.’’ You took his hand, it was warm and manly, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N.’’ Will was puzzled but you explained to him quickly.

That night you asked him to stay longer and he helped you coking the stew and making the hot wine. 3 of you talked and explored new ideas about their cases, they were really keen on getting a fresh perspective from you about their recent case.

It had been months since that strange coincidence, since that you were working in that studio you mentioned to him and rented a small apartment for yourself and your cat. Things were going pretty smoothly and for the first time you and your team had an opening at the Baltimore Museum of Arts, it was an important night for you and you dressed up accordingly. Elegant yet showing your curves in a subtle way. A black velvet dress that was above the knee, black high heels, a fresh blow out, red lips and red nails. You felt like a goddess and walked like one as well. The event started at 8 pm, you were there with your colleges making sure everything was ready.

You were nervous so your colleagues greeted the guests who were mostly middle aged white people, you didn’t mind, since no one knew your face you could stand behind guests and listen their criticism about your work. It was fun, drinking your champagne and listening to rich folk who knew nothing about art making assumptions, some wondered about the artist but you were safe. You were standing right next to them and they didn’t know who you were. You had no idea about what was going to happen that night and that excited you deeply.

‘’Hello Y/N.’’ someone addressed you directly, for some reason you felt like a deer caught in the red lights. You turned to face the owner of that dominant voice, it was him. You almost dropped the empty champagne glass you were holding, he had a smirk on his plump lips. He grabbed your empty glass, a waiter was near you two so he gave the empty glasses to him got new ones, ‘’May I say you look ravishing tonight.’’ His comment made you feel the heat rising to your cheeks, ‘’Thank you, it’s been a while. How are you?’’ and you started catching up, he asked which one of the paintings were yours and you pointed, he looked at them for a while without saying anything, he seemed as if he was calculating something in his marvelous brain of his. Soon you were surrounded by his colleagues, he kept you by his side, ‘’I’m sure you would be delighted to know that those magnificent paintings were created by none other than this woman who is standing next to me.’’ He announced when his colleagues mentioned how much they liked your paintings, you were shocked that he revealed you to them like this, he seemed proud to have you to himself, the crowed started to compliment you all you could say ‘’Thank you, thank you so much..’’ you weren’t used to having the spot light. You could feel his large hand on the small of your back, not moving up or down, staying put. You felt like he was showing you off, but why?

When the night came to an end all of your paintings were sold, the owner would be revealed in a few days and you decided to send him or her a thank you note. Hannibal asked you for your phone number to keep in touch, he offered to drive you home also, you didn’t refuse because it was cold outside. As you left the building together you noticed his elite acquaintances raised eyebrows and questionable eyes, you didn’t care. You gave him the directions, it was snowing outside softly, when he reached to the parking lot of your apartment complex, he parked the car. You had a strange feeling that you didn’t want this night to come to an end, you noticed his slowness, maybe he felt the same way? You watched him opening his mouth to say something and then closing it. ‘’Would you like a glass of hot wine.. since it is really cold it could warm us.’’ You abruptly suggested, ‘’I would love to.’’ Was there a hint of excitement in his dominant voice? You didn’t want to jump into conclusions, he was older than you and seemed like a serious man, why would he want to have deeper connection with you? He had multiple beautiful people in his circle to entertain him… you decided that you two were in the right place in the right time and also Will Graham being your cousin made you two share a simple connection, that was it.

Thankfully your flat was organized and clean, he appreciated that mentally. He, deep down, was checking his long list ever since he met you, no one knew but Hannibal would like to share his luxurious life with someone and he had a long list, and whenever he met someone knew he would see if that person could tick all of the things in his list, you were doing great so far.

After making the hot wine you found yourself laughing at Hannibal’s stories with Will, you left your high heels on the floor, sitting on the couch whereas Hannibal was sitting on the armchair, sleeves rolled up, his tie was loose, legs wide open, holding his empty wine glass, you found yourself admiring his posture, he sat like a Greek statue, carved by the most talented sculptor of all time. He noticed your lingering shiny eyes on his body, he even liked it,

‘’Being desired by someone is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.’’

He said, his voice sounding like a prayer, divine and his eyes on yours… he slowly stood up, placed the empty glass on the coffee table, you could see the veins on his hand. He turned to you and got your glass as well, placed it next to his. His thick fingers went to your chin, lifting your face up to meet his. His orbs got darkened, he leaned in, you could feel his rich perfume, filling your nostrils. He whispered, ‘’I would like to have you for dinner, see you soon little dove.’’ and he left.

Of course he wanted to kiss you, ravish your body and leave marks on you, claiming his territory but there was still time for that. He was an old fashioned man and he didn’t have time for superficial things, he wanted this to be right. Before he let you speak he wore his shoes and left your flat and left you speechless.

After few days you got a phone call, Hannibal invited you for dinner at his house. What happened at your house few days ago troubled the depths of your mind every single day. He seemed like he was interested in you but you weren’t sure.

You knew he was interested in etiquette, aesthetics, so you wore slightly formal clothing. A black pencil skirt, beige blouse and high heels, soft make up and you were done.

When he answered the door his face light up to see you looking divine, ‘’Please come in. I have surprise to show you.’’ He announced.

He held your hand and walked you to the upstairs, ‘’This is my study room.’’ He announced before he opened the dark wooden door, inside was lit with yellow lights, he was right it was his study room. The detail was that the walls held your paintings… he was the one who bought your paintings, all of them.. ‘’Rest are in my office, my clients love them.’’ He said smiling to you, ‘’Hannibal… I don’t know what to say….’’ You were overwhelmed with emotions. ‘’I really like your work and I want you to follow your dreams.’’ You turned to look him in his maroon orbits, you didn’t have to say anything, your eyes did the talking.

After that you kept seeing each other, his work and also yours made it hard but whenever you had time you spent time with him. Bringing lunch to his office or Hannibal sending your studio presents. However, these last week you heard nothing from him, he wasn’t answering his phone, he wasn’t at his office, when you finally went to his home he wasn’t there, but his car was there… finally you called your cousin Will and he didn’t tell you much except Hannibal was involved with some crime and he disappeared. You couldn’t believe your ears, you did your research, he was all over the news but deep down you didn’t want to believe it. Also the news weren’t clear about his crimes…

Weeks passed without any news from him, you spent your days at the studio and you noticed how dark your paintings got… when you were with him you were blooming but now you felt as if life dropped you of somewhere and you are watching everyone live, except you. Your life got stale.

One day your paintings were accepted by an Italian art exhibition but you also had to be there as well, so packed your things and left Baltimore. Will also encouraged you to do it, he knew how depressed you got after Hannibal’s departure.

Italy was a dream, a dream you were glad to live it, the warmth, food and art made you feel like in a Disney movie but a part of you secretly wishing to experience this with a particular gentleman. You didn’t know your prayers were going to be answered.

The night of the exhibition you got a phone call, unknown number. You answered, ‘’Hello?’’ at first there wasn’t a voice, you were about to hang up but you heard him, ‘’I’m so proud of you Y/N.’’

Your heart dropped to your stomach, it was him. Hannibal.

‘’Hannibal? Where are you? What happ-‘’ he stopped you, ‘’Not on the phone, I’ll see you after the exhibition. Wait for me at the back.’’

The night felt like an eternity, when finally you were free you literally ran to the back of the building and there he was, on his motorbike, he looked so different yet familiar at the same time. ‘’Hop on princess.’’ He made you wear a helmet and together you rode. He took you to a villa, it was his new home.

You didn’t say anything until he brought you inside, as soon as he turned to face you to speak you slapped him, ‘’How dare you leave without a single note? I’ve been worried sick!’’

Hannibal was baffled to see this fierce side of you and he liked it. He kissed you. His plump lips made you feel at peace. Kiss got heated due to the fact that both of you had sexual tension for each other so long that now you were a volcano exploding. His hands went to your waist and pulled you roughly to him, his body felt like a rock, so firm. When you pulled away you were on his couch, on top of him, ‘’Is it true?’’ you asked out of breath, ‘’What?’’ he asked to buy some time. ‘’All they say about you.. are you a criminal?’’ you asked with hesitation. He had a smug smile, ‘’Does it matter?’’ his cockiness and confidence made it hard for you to be realistic but you figured as long as you two were together nothing could harm you. You kissed him passionately.

Thank you for reading.

#fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #hannibal x you #mads mikkelsen #reader #mads mikkelsen x reader #hannibal lecter fanfiction #hannibal the cannibal #doctor hannibal lecter #hannibal x y/n #nbc hannibal #mads mikkelsen imagine #mads mikkelsen icons #mads mikkleson #romance fanfic #one shot fanfiction #fanfic request

[in1-nutshell]

Hi again! If its okay to request TFA, a continuation of Triple changer Buddy? More interactions of Team Prime to Buddy and their personas

Triple changer Buddy has returned!

Since the original post of Triple Changer Buddy did sum up the relations the Bots have with Buddy, I decided to try a different approach with this.

Introducing: Slice of Life

If this isn't what you wanted, please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Triple Changer and Team Prime: Slice of Life

SFW, Slice of Life, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFA

It was a rather hot day.

Even inside an AC filled building, still couldn’t quite refresh everyone at the daycare.

Buddy was having a tough time trying to make sure everyone was hydrating enough and keeping them cool.

“Tommy don’t do that! The crayon is not for—Timmy no you cannot stick the ice cube down Sherry’s shirt!”—Carrier

“Buddy, I’m hot!”—Henry

“I know Henry, but how about we play a little game to pass the time?”--Jester

“No! I’m hot!”--Henry

“I’m sticky!”--Sam

“I’m melting!”--Suzzy

“I’m dying!”--Johnny

Team Prime had stopped by after they got a call from Sari.

Apparently, the faces had been working double time trying to make sure everything was okay that she was worried that they were going to overheat themselves in the process.

Autobots arriving at the daycare.

“What’s the damage kid?”--Ratchet

“That!”--Sari

Buddy flipping through their faces within seconds from each other trying to pass water bottles and soothe the toddlers from the heat.

“Maybe it was a good thing you called.”--Prowl

“How have they not lost their helm yet? Literally, it looks like its going to fly off!”--Bumblebee

“Beats me.”--Sari

“Hi guys!”--Jester

“Hi Buddy, you look like you need some help with the kids today.”—Optimus

“If it doesn’t bother you guys, that would mean a lot. I feel like I’m trying to split in three different places at once!”--Carrier

“We can tell.”--Bulkhead

“Buddy! Where’s the juice boxes?”--Suzzy

“You can’t have too many Suzzy, try some water—”--Carrier

“I want a juice box!”--Suzzy

“Yeah, we’ll help.”--Optimus

“Great! Just stay in the shade for a bit. Don’t want the kids to get burned now don’t we—Junior! Do not touch the railing its burning hot!”--Guardian

The team came over and immediately found shade trying to cool their frames before touching the kids.

They didn’t want to accidentally burn the little ones with their burning frames.

Optimus sprays Bumblebee a bit with his firehose seeing the second smallest member looking a little too hot.

Buddy saw this and had an idea.

They quickly pulled the team in for a huddle session.

“A water park!”--Sari

“Well, a made shift one with sprinklers, and a kiddie pool, and bouncy house with water!”--Jester

“And how are we going to get the supplies for that?”--Ratchet

Buddy walking to the storage room pulling out a bunch of sprinklers, a deflated bounce house, and a deflated kiddie pool.

“Where did you get that?”--Optimus

“I owed a favor for Wreck-Gar. He helped me find this stuff for the kids.”--Carrier

“Umm…”--Prowl

“I made sure it was safe and clean for the kids. I know better.”--Guardian

“Ah, okay then.”--Prowl

“Let’s get this water park thing started!”--Bulkhead

Together, Buddy and the team made a makeshift water park for all the kids to enjoy.

After Guardian, Jester, and Carrier tested it and made sure it was okay for the kids after 10 inspections they released the water and kids.

Optimus was on the water slide duty with his hose spraying the kids that got too dry in the sun.

Ratchet was on sunblock duty with Bulkhead.

Bulkhead made sure to give all the kids the appropriate amount of sunscreen and reminded them to come back to retouch. He did make a little smiley face on the kids before applying it.

Ratchet made sure that the kids that did get sunburnt were treated with Aloe Vera and other remedies Buddy had in the cubbies.

Prowl and Bumblebee were on kid duty with Buddy.

Prowl stayed and watched the kids playing near the kiddie pool. Occasionally joining the water to play with the rubber ducks and little plastic boats.

Bumblebee watched over the kids on the inflatable bounce house.

Did he try to join? Yes, but Guardian came over as soon as they saw this. They promised him that he would have his time when the kids were gone.

Buddy offered shade to the kids how finally got tired and decided to take a quick nap under their shadow.

Sari had joined the fun the entire time.

Soon enough the parents started coming in to pick up their kids.

Buddy made sure every kid went home with a towel all swaddled up whether the kid was asleep or not.

“How was Johnny today, Buddy?”—Ms. Jones

“Well, he was good today. A bit wet from the slide but he had a good day.”--Carrier

Buddy handing a sleepy Johnny to Ms. Jones.

“Thank you, Buddy! Stay cool!”—Ms. Jones

“You too Ms. Jones! And don’t forget to hydrate!”—Carrier

The sun had already started setting when the last of the kids had left.

Bumblebee did a couple jumps on the bounce house before realizing how tired he was and sat down next to Bulkhead who was looking at the sunset with Prowl.

Optimus was slowly blinking his optics while Ratchet washed the rest of the Aloe vera from his servos.

Sari had fallen asleep on Buddy servo.

Buddy gave Sari to Ratchet.

Ratchet gave them a look as Buddy went over to Prime and lifted him onto their shoulder.

Prime did try to move but he was tired.

“You can put me down.”--Optimus

“I’m taking you back to the Plant.”--Guardian

“I can walk.”--Optimus

“I know, but you deserve a break.”--Guardian

“But—”--Optimus

“Shh!”--Guardian

Buddy insisted they get everyone home safely as a thank you for helping with today.

Bulkhead luckily was awake enough to walk home with a semi sleepy Prowl perched on his shoulder.

Normally he would rather walk home, but Bulkhead had offered. And he was very tired, so this one time wouldn’t hurt.

Buddy grabbed the sleeping Bumblebee with their other servo throwing him over their shoulder like Prime.

“Hey!”--Bumblebee

“Shh. Take a nap Bee, you earned it.”--Guardian

“No, I can walk!”--Bumblebee

“Sleep.”--Guardian

“But—”--Bumblebee

“Let it go, Bumblebee, just let it go.”--Optimus

“…Fine…”—Bumblebee

Buddy turning to Ratchet.

“No carrying for me kid. Someone has to make sure Sari doesn’t get squished when we get back.”--Ratchet

“Okay Ratchet. Let go.”--Buddy

They all began their walk back to the plant as a cool breeze set in. A blessing from the hot weather from the daytime.

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa optimus prime #tfa bumblebee #tfa ratchet #tfa bulkhead #tfa prowl #tfa sari #tfa x platonic reader #tfa x reader

[i-starcreamed]

Drift helping human reader dye their hair so they can show it off to the rest of the crew?? (Oneshot please with a female reader please, she/her)

sorry this is a little short! I've never dyed my hair so its not too detailed...also I can't write for Drift that well but enjoy :D

MTMTE Drift x human!Reader

“So how does this stuff work?”

“Uh, its basically some chemicals and coloring that go in your hair to color it however you want. Did you know some people even do some designs with it? On their hair??" You grin as you explain to Drift. The mech meanwhile held the small dye containers in his much bigger servos, careful to not squish them. He still looked pretty confused, but he was determined to help you do something that excited you. You talked about doing this for days before they somehow managed to find imported dye that was safe for you.

You had mentioned you wanted to dye your hair to Drift, which got him curious about what you meant. You invited him over to your hab suite to show him, and here you were now. To be fair, you didn't quite think this through much. All the supplies you needed were a bit too small for Drift to help like you imagined, but you had an idea in mind that just might work.

"Hey Drift, why don't you pick the color?" You asked him with a grin, while your hands were working at your hair, attempting to separate it into parts. Drift's optics flashed brightly for a second as his mouth moved in an "o" shape.

"Me? I'm delighted, but shouldn't this be your choice?" He slightly tilted his helm as he glanced from the three dyes you managed to get. You laughed and shook your head.

"I want you to pick it out, Drift. Something to show off to the rest of the crew, yeah?"

You heard him mutter a "well alright.." as he made his decision.

It took a few seconds before he pointed to a color, it was a bright f/c. You grinned and took the bottle of dye and started to follow the directions. You tried to answer pretty much any question Drift had, he was rather curious about this artistic form of human expression, as he put it. You also explained what was going on as you applied the dye mix to your hair in sections. He was absolutely shocked that the process of dying your hair was producing a decent amount of heat.

"Why is your hair generating heat all of a sudden?" He retracted his digit from the top of your head with a concerned expression crossed on his face. That's when you had to explain it was the chemicals working their magic.

After some time it was time to rinse off the dye and see the results, well, after your hair dries. Drift obviously waited outside while you washed your hair. Honestly, a part of him was excited to see how it would turn out. Hopefully, he made the right color choice, what if you didn't like it? What if it didn't turn out how you wanted? No, he shook his helm. You knew exactly what you were doing, even if he didn't.

You rinsed out your hair now, even if it was still wet, the color turned out pretty good. You grin to yourself in the mirror and rush outside to show Drift.

"Drift! Drift! How does it look?" Your damp hair swung around your head as you turned to show him different angles. Drift shot up from his original spot and leaned down to get a better look, he gently swept you up on his servo to hold you directly in front of his face.

"It worked? Wo- Y/N, you look great. F/c looks fantastic on you!" He softly smiled, admiring the new color of your hair. You felt your face heat up from the compliments and his gaze and dismissed it with a laugh.

"Well, you did pick it out, huh?" You'll admit, you liked the color more than you expected. Was it specifically because Drift specifically picked it out? Obviously not.

"Ah, well..hey! Let's go show the rest of the crew."

"Wait, it's not dry yet-" But it was too late, Drift was already carrying you on his servo as he left your room, probably looking for just about any bot to brag to.

The entire day you received compliment after compliment after Drift would exclaim, "hey everyone! Look what y/n did, doesn't she look stunning?" Hell, you even got a couple color recommendations from a couple bots. Quite a few actually, you had to ask Drift to remember the list of colors. The next time you decide to dye your hair, you will be sure to invite Drift over to help again.

#transformers x reader #transformers #mtmte x reader #mtmte #maccadam #mtmte drift #mtmte drift x reader #drift x reader #transformer oneshot #lost light #lost light x reader

[iamthecomet]

So hear me out!

As a fandom, we LOVE putting Dew through the wringer. Many ppl write his character as emotionally complicated and fucked up. Little guy had a hard past and does not deal well with feelings nor does he always have healthy coping mechanisms.

We have all seen fics where he deals with his shit through self harm/substance abuse, subspace, anger, age regression, animal regression, disassociation, etc.

And maybe this idea has been written before...but maybe not-

What if instead of all of the other mentioned stuff that he used to do...now that he's older he just finds it easier to go a little feral for a while in order to cope? It's natural ghoul behavior anyway. Like, when stuff starts to builds up and he stresses out badly...he starts to show the signs - he gets bitchy, distant... but now, instead of falling into a deep depression or setting shit on fire he reverts to full mindless feral pit beast?

He wanders off naked, into the woods for a few days. He eats deer and birds and bugs and stuff, crawls around in the dirt for a while until it blows over and he feels better.

And at first, everyone's kind of like "Oh shit, Dew's gone feral!" But then they realize that it's actually better than him doing all of that self/property/relationship destructive stuff or actually hurting a sibling, so they just kind of let him go and do his thing? Because they know that it will run its course and he'll come back after a week or two.

Maybe the clergy sends out an abbey-wide email announcing that there's a" feral ghoul in forest B so stay out of there for a while until it leaves the vicinity". And they put up some warning signs so people don't go out on those trails or near where he's been spotted. Kind of like how they do it in Yellowstone park or something when there's a bear or a cougar spotted near a trail so people stay off of the trail.

Anyway, that's my thought!

Gremlin

#goneferal #feralasacopingmechanism

I am so into this! It's so much easier to just walk away sometimes. To just let all the shit he's been bottling up loose in his true form. Just letting go. Slipping free of humanity in order to get his head on straight again.

It happens a few times a year, before and after tours when he's the most stressed out. I like to think sometimes others join him. Mountain will slip into his true form and just sort of hang out with him at a safe distance if Dew will tolerate it. Sometimes Aether too. They check on him, mostly just making sure he hasn't hurt himself, or wandered too close to a town or anything. But mostly he's left alone, to his own devices, to work it out on his own.

Sometimes they'll get caught up in it with him. It feels good to let go. And yeah, Siblings definitely get periodic email updates. Stay away from the eastern swamps. Don't go into the southern pine grove.

He absolutely comes back covered in dirt and scratches, hair greasy. Eyes dull and exhausted. And docile. He lets himself be ushered into a bath. He's pliable, longing for attention, his voice soft and quiet from disuse.

He stays in his room for a few days after, sleeping it off, picking at the food the others bring him. But once the exhaustion is gone he's back to his normal self again. The whole thing is a little stressful for everyone, but far less stressful than when he used to throw tantrums in the abbey, so no one is about to ask him to stop.

#comet comments #dewdrop ghoul #headcanons #gremlin

[tealfling]

I just did the most un-necessarily petty shit in BG3 for a pale vampire man that isn't. even. real.

So, let me tell you about it:

Blood Banks & Bartering

Act 2: the House of Healing & Morgue

[So Warning mentions of Blood]

named Tav: Amaranth, tiefling Cleric, she/her

Astarion x OC (Amaranth), named Tav

Summary: After Astarion's confession, Amaranth (Tav) decides she wants to menace everyone's least favorite blood vendor.

The newly opened chamber at the back of the morgue didn't offer fresh air, exactly, but at least it was clear of toxic fumes. Amaranth glanced around the room illuminated by the holy mace she wore on her back. Another surgical-type room.

"Everyone good?" she called to her team, trying to access Karlach, Shadowheart, and Astarion before they could reply. Having two clerics might seem like an off-balanced party, but they just made quick work of a nasty group of zombies, and Amaranth was rather fond of Shadowheart. The amethyst tiefling smiled with a sigh. She'd never say so, but this was her favorite team. One she tried to avoid grouping too often, lest she play favorites.

Speaking of favorites, Amaranth peeked through her lashes at Astarion.

The last few days with him had been...eventful. Just two nights ago they had an honest discussion about their feelings--free of witty banter and innuendo-- initiated by Astarion, himself, surprisingly. She could feel the warmth creeping into her cheeks. Amaranth had been giving Astarion more space than usual today, torn between wanting to amp up the affection and not wanting to overwhelm him physically, she'd been exceedingly mindful of his personal space. But when his vermillion gaze met hers, Amaranth took it as an invitation to prance over while the others fussed over their gut-covered gear.

"Thank you for dealing with all those vents in there. I'm not interested in giving anyone food poisoning later." she teased, flitting her tail coyly.

"It's the least I could do, Darling, for such a gracious host," hummed Astarion. Something over Amaranth's shoulder caught his attention and he moved closer to the back wall. "Is that blood on the shelves?" He clicked his tongue, "Probably cold and congealed. Ugh." He shuddered.

Amaranth walked up to the towering shelf of various jars and bottles. She didn't have the talent for scenting blood the way Astarion could, but she could still pick up a faint copper odor. The tiefling traced a finger over a shelf, gingerly tipping a bottle of dark-gelled liquid into her hand. Wishing she had her bag of Momento Mori, missing since the nautiloid, Amaranth made a mental note to explore the idea of blood jelly later.

Astarion continued in her ear, "These days, I get to enjoy a warm, fresh meal." Frissons ran down her spine when his breath left her ear. Guess we're back to flirting, Amaranth thought. Continuing on in his usual nonchalant manner, Astarion picked up the blood bank log book. He thumbed through it flippantly, "Quite the list of characters, but hardly my taste."

"The poison's gone now. It's safe enough to leave." Shadowheart called from the entrance.

"It's about bloody time!" Astarion snapped the book shut and reshelved it unceremoniously. "This dank, disgusting corpse-littered place actually makes me look forward to a bath at that old run-down inn," he griped all the way back to the door.

Karlach approached Amaranth as she began to set the bottle in its final resting place. The robust red tiefling shuddered. "Ew, there's just so many of them," she said regarding the vast shelf.

"Yeah, there is," the shorter purple tiefling chuckled, "Almost more than---" She paused. Araj would know what to do with. Was the end of a sentence never spoken. Interrupted by a mischievous scheme. The previous afternoon, the drow's gall had earned her a place on Amaranth's personal shit list, not far down from Cazador. The merchant's blatant disregard of Astarion's person and boundaries left the tiefling fuming. Astarion might not want to bite her, but Amaranth was more than willing to rip out her throat.

"Karlach," Amaranth whipped up peering up at her favorite Yes Man. "I feel like being a little shit, you in??!" she fizzed, a small fanged smile curling across her face.

"Fuck, Yeah!" This is why Amaranth loved Karlach.

Amaranth clasped Karlach's hands in her's leaving the jar in the other's palm, "Awesome! One sec--" she turned her voice to the elves waiting at the threshold, their collective patience rapidly declining. "You two can head back to camp, Karlach and I are going to rifle through the House of Healing then head back to Moonrise to sell what we find."

Both elves frown disapprovingly, "You can't be serious?" They spoke concurrently. Amaranth smiled endearingly.

"Darling, there's nothing here even remotely valuable. Why waste your time?" Astarion pressed, gesturing widely to the obvious filth.

"Because, Dar-ling," she purred, "every little bit counts. All this fancy, enchanted armor that protects our squishy parts needs a lot of upkeep." Amaranth said waving a hand down her armored body, popping a hip out playfully. "And, then there are the mouths at camp that need to be fed-" she pauses giving Astarion his moment to huff and puff. "I know, I know, collecting strays is my toxic trait, but don't forget Star, you were my first. And I'm just not filling enough for everyone to have a bite." Amaranth pokes with a drawl. "So, as the responsible 'leader,' that I am, I'll collect anything that can be sold so that everyone can get what they need to make this little adventure of ours more bearable. And any good leader worth their salt knows you two are done. You're all but seething in place. So, you can head back, enjoy a bath, we'll probably be back at camp before you're even finished." Amaranth reassures.

Shadowheart speaks first, "If you're sure. " The tiefling nods.

Astarion pinches his brow for a second trying to read Amaranth's big round silver eyes before he relents. "Tsk. Fine." He huffs.

As soon as the elves are out the door, Amaranth bolts to Karlach, rapidly laying out her petty plan in a single breath. "Got it? She wants blood? We'll give it to her. Grab it ALL. Whatever we can carry," she said through a fiendish grin.

Karlach bounced back and forth, "OoOooh this is going to be good!"

Outside, Astarion waited, leaning against the neighboring cemetery wall. Fidgeting with his dagger in hand. It didn't take much to convince Shadowheart that he wasn't in need of a chaperone, that she could abandon him. It was obvious that his favorite little traveling companion was up to something. But what? And why didn't she want him in on it?

There had been an unusual amount of...space, between them since his confession. Amaranth normally orbited him, finding ways to either outright include him in her daily tasks or be in his company while doing them. And today he found he actually missed that proximity, not to mention that delicious body heat an infernal legacy blessed tieflings with, like his own private hot waterskin. He was sure she'd be extra clingy when she agreed to a real relationship. Physical affection often flowed from Amaranth, her touch as expressive as her face. Karlach recently enjoyed being on the receiving end of many free, unprompted hugs. But for Astarion, Amaranth always seemed to dance around him during the day, dealing out gentle, careful touches in moderation. For a moment, he thought she might be reconsidering their late-night conversation about what this relationship might become, but she'd approached him earlier just fine. But then, why tell him to go? This was a first, and it made him uneasy. So, he lingered. He was good at waiting.

After a while, voices could be heard shouting as they drew closer.

"Found one!"

"Got another!" These two were the loudest creatures in the Shadow Curse.

Finally, the doors of the House of Healing flew open as the kicking leg stumbled forward. It took a second for Astarion to make out what he was seeing. That was definitely Amaranth, struggling to balance two heavily over-stuffed bags hanging from her front and back, as well as a series of smaller sachels dangling from her belt, and strapped to her thighs. The only telling sign being the long silver stands of disheveled hair freely falling where they wanted, no doubt from situating that backpack madness. What in the blazes is she doing? Astarion thought.

A pit of panic welled in his stomach when Astarion realized Amaranth wasn't catching her footing and the momentum would topple her over the first step of the entrance stairs.

"Careful soldier." A swift red arm lunged forward grasping the pack on Amaranth's back and pulling her upright. "You good?" Karlach chuckled, checking to make sure her smaller counterpart was firmly planted.

"Yeah, just watch that first step, Karlach, it's a doozy." Amaranth joked sarcastically, bracing her stance.

Relief began to wash over Astarion, enough to internally groan at her joke, but then....he noticed that strapped to Karlach's back, was not one, but TWO CRATES. What in the Nine Hells were these lunatics doing?!? This was madness. With every step they took, he could now make out the sound of glass rubbing together. The rogue stood dumbfounded. Not entirely sure what he was witnessing. What were they carrying? Did he even want to know? At this distance, he wasn't sure if the scent of blood lingered on them or if it wafted from their haul.

Every step the women took they grappled with their utterly encumbering loot. Each giggled like a fool through large fang-tip grins with wild eyes when one whispered some joke the pale elf wasn't privy to. Astarion's face pinched. It seems he was worried for nothing. The tieflings seemed like they had...whatever this was...in hand. Apparently not needing his--not that he wanted to put his hands all over the disgusting things they'd stolen. Perhaps he had wasted his time, and while a perfectly good bath waited for him. He peered in the direction of Moonrise. It wasn't that far of a trek from the House of Healing, across the street really if you imagined what the lay of the land might have been before the shadow curse. Seeing no reason to involve himself in their foolishness, Astarion decided to head back to camp to enjoy that bath the previous leader suggested.

Karlach's cackling entered camp first. The soft glow of her chest giving away her location. As she stepped closer into the light of camp, her purple companion came into view. Perched behind the larger tiefling like a backpack, Amaranth giggled and waved.

"We're back everyone and we got new loot!" The smaller tiefling said sing-song, lifting the pack from her back and swinging it around. Approaching the fire, she hopped down from Karlach and inverted the bag on the ground, revealing her spoils. "Disperse amongst yourselves at your leisure," she said to those gathered round, waving her hand over the various bottles of glowing liquids and items.

Astarion watched over his book from his tent. Amaranth was making a show for the others, but her eyes eventually meandered his way, locking with his. As soon as Karlach started chatting about their- probably- ill-gotten gains, Amaranth practically pranced his way. Her big bright eyes begged to be questioned.

"Alright, I'll bite, what did you do?" Astarion asked when the bubbling tiefling stopped before him. Her mischievous grin barely containing the words she wished to spill. “And why didn’t you want my help?” He jabbed.

"Well," she began nonchalantly, "Let's just say that tomorrow when that Sanguine bitch has a….” The tiefling paused for a moment, trying to find the right phrase, “clearer head, she'll realize she's the proud owner of every bit of blood the House of Healing had to offer." She almost laughed. Amaranth tilted her head so he would meet her eyes, “And I didn’t want you to have to be in her presence ever again.”

Astarion scoffed, placing his hand in front of his mouth as if scandalized, , "Oh my sweet thing, did you steal from her?" He wiped a fake tear from his eye, "I'm so very proud."

“Technically,” she articulated, “We bartered. It was an even trade really. I took everything of value she had- including that ‘once and a lifetime potion,’” Amaranth mockingly slurred. She continued, “While giving her every worthless vial of blood as disgusting and vile as she is that we could find. I’ve completely ruined her profit margins.” The tiefling waved her hand flippantly.

Astarion chuckled, “Well, let’s hope she never financially recovers.” Amaranth started to pull at her armor to remove it. Astarion moved around to help her with the shoulder buckles.

“Granted, I still plan on ripping out her throat with my bare fangs at the first available opportunity,” Amaranth gritted, slugging off her chest piece. “Maybe then she’ll think twice about talking to you or another spawn like that.”

“I don’t recommend it, Darling,” Astarion hummed, “she smelled absolutely wretched.” He spun his little tiefling around to face him. “But thank you for wishing violence upon her on my behalf, it’s very charming,” he said brushing a strand of hair behind her little pointed ear.

Amaranth leaned into his hand with a faux pout. “I just hate her so much. If I’m lucky, she’ll be dumb enough to be in Moonrise when we face Ketheric,” she said with a venomous smile.

Astarion hummed, “You’re adorable when you have murder on your mind my pet.” He leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead, but his target flinched away unexpectedly.

Seeing a flash of hurt in his eyes Amaranth quickly apologized, “Sorry. I just know I’m in desperate need of a bath and no one wants to dine from a dirty dish.” A soft half smile formed at the corner of her mouth.

"Oh, come now my Sweet, what's a little gore between friends?" Astarion drawled. "Besides, regardless of whatever ichor you're covered in, it'll hardly be the worst thing I've ever tasted. And it'll be made all the sweeter on you." He leaned in again, this time a hand pressed to his chest holding him back.

"But that's the thing, isn't it Darling?" Amaranth said warmly, an enchanting smile blooming across her face. "You said you wanted to be more than friends now, real lovers. And I want to give you more. More than you can imagine."

Astarion felt her tail curl behind his ankle, she probably didn't even realize she was doing it. He couldn't help but smile, it was like she was secretly hugging him.

"I'm here to raise your standards, my precious Star, you deserve the best my love has to offer. A clean, fresh face is the least I could do. I'll be quick. I promise it'll only take a minute. And I'll come right back to you, ok?"

Astarion sighed contently, "Alright fine."

"Fantastic," Amaranth beamed, "and you better be ready to cuddle when I get back!"

"Darling, how could I say no?" Astarion chuckled.

#astarion headcanons #astarion #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion acunin #astarion ancunin #astarion brainrot #astarion fanfiction #astarion fanfic #astarion fic #astarion fluff #astarion my beloved #astarion romance #astarion x female tav #astarion x mc #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #baulders gate astarion #tav x astarion #tiefling #tiefling tav #bg3 tiefling #astarion x tiefling #my fanfic #my tav #my tiefling

[tqxky]

Can I request overprotective Maggie Greene? Don’t care what it is, there’s just too much shortage of her🥲

Heyy!! I wasn't too sure if u wanted her to be protective in more of a motherly way or in a girlfriend way, but here u go!! It's also not very long bc i didn't have that much ideas🫨 so sorry if this sucks. Right now, it's 5 in the morning🐊 (Thanks sm for the request, btw😭❤️🫶)

Warnings: almost getting bitten (?)

We were out on a run, me, Maggie, Glenn, and Tara.

"Y/n, stay with me, alright?" Maggie told me, "yeah yeah" i just rolled my eyes.

It was always like this, whenever i was asked to come on a run, Maggie always wanted me to stay close so she could 'protect me', it wasn't that bad to have a personal guard, but sometimes it could be nice to be able to do something on my own.

A couple minutes later, Glenn put the car to a stop and we all got out, as soon i got out of the car, Maggie grabbed my arm and smiled, "Lets get going guys, stay with me, Y/n" I rolled my eyes again and sighed, "Yes, mom" i said the last part in a more sarcastic way, "im serious Y/n, i don't want you to get hurt" she said, still holding my arm and pulling me with her following Glenn and Tara who were already walking towards the abandoned building.

Once we were inside, Maggie pushed me down on a chair standing in the corner of the room.

"Okay, you sit here, me, Tara and Glenn are gonna see if we can find anything usefull, okay? Stay here." She pushed a gun into my hands and kissed my cheek, "Take this just incase, dont go running off, 'kay?" I sighed again, "Yes, Maggie, I'll be fine" she smiled, "good" she kissed my head and went into the other room with Tara and Glenn.

As soon as Maggie and the others left the room, i stood up from my chair and walked outside, trying not to make a sound so Maggie wouldn't notice i was gone.

I wasnt sure about the plan, but i wanted to do something, something to impress Maggie so she would actually trust me instead of being so protective the whole time.

Back at the car, i was looking around for possible walkers, after a couple minutes of nothing, i started to feel thirsty, grabbing a bottle of water from my bag, though there wasnt much left, i opened the car door to look inside for more to drink.

I heard footsteps behind me, without looking back, i spoke, "And? Find anything usefull?" I turned around, only to find a couple of walkers walking in my direction, 'dammit', i thought, quickly grabbing the gun Maggie gave me and shooting a couple of walkers in the head, watching them fall to the ground.

One more walker was left, and i stepped back, my back hitting the car, the walker kept coming closer once it was pretty much pressed against me, trying to bite me while i was trying to push it away, before i could react, a knife was drivin into its skull, falling to the ground, revealing Maggie standing behind it.

"What the hell Y/n?!" I couldn't tell whether she was mad or not, she looked upset but i could tell in her voice that she wasn't.

"I told you to stay, but you couldn't listen?" I felt myself tearing up slightly, obviously i wasnt used to getting yelled at by Maggie,

Glenn walked over to us, "How about we get back to Alexandria?", "yeah, let's go, " Tara said before getting into the drivers seat.

"Im the driver!"

"Not anymore"

Small time skip to back at Alexandria

I was lying down on the couch, facing the ceiling, I felt like i messed up, Maggie got mad at me because i didn't listen. Even though she was just trying to protect me, I thought about what happened and realised i probably wouldnt have survived if Maggie wasn't there, as soon as i got up to get a drink, i heard the door open.

Maggie walked in, she smiled at me, "Hey," I smiled back, "Hey." She sat down next to me on the couch, "I feel like we should talk." I nodded in agreement, she continued.

"Look, i know you don't enjoy me being so 'on your ass' the whole time, but i care about you, 'kay? I want you to be safe. " I nodded again, "Yeah.. im sorry, too. i know you were just trying to help. I should've listened to you, im sorry." She smiled at me again, "It's okay, Y/n, just try to be more careful, you almost got bit today, we can't let that happen, y'know?"

"Yeah, i know." I sighed and pulled her in for a hug, and immediately felt her arms wrap around me.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too."

_________

Okay i know this isn't good, its the first thing I've written, but i promise better things will come, english isnt my native language and im a beginner writer so please bear with me, everyone from western Europe, its late, go to sleep, to everyone from other parts of the world, have a lovely day, requests are open!! Love y'all <3

#maggie greene #maggie rhee #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #twd x reader #twd maggie #maggie rhee x reader

[queerbuckleys]

YOU WERE LIGHTING FLARES CHAPTER THREE: NOW THAT I SEE YOU HERE NOTHING ELSE MATTERS [1.6k | cute | Buck whump] {ao3} prev.

a/n: happy buck whump week ig! mwah <;3 enjoy!

Eddie smiles to himself after he sends Buck the link. He’s not sure why he had thought of it for Buck- maybe seeing him with Christopher, they bonded over Legos in about five minutes flat. Maybe it was his enthusiasm and kindness. Also one of their regular volunteers just moved away. Maybe he had ulterior motives wanting to see Buck holding a tiny baby shirtless. Sue him.

That fact does not prepare him for every time it happens though. The first few times Buck hadn’t done skin to skin, still warming up to the idea but as soon as he had tried it, he was sold.

Eddie walks in after taking one of their kids for some testing and there Buck is, sitting in a large comfortable chair, button up open and falling off to the side, holding one of their tiniest babies. He's laser focused on her. Absolutely glowing. And Eddie can’t tear his eyes away. It looks good on him, like it always did. He’s happy for the kid too. To be receiving that attention and love. Feeling another person's blood pumping and heart beating after all she had known was less comforting.

Miranda knocks into his shoulder which shakes him out.

“Are you okay in there, lover boy?”

Eddie just rolls his eyes and picks up another chart, eyes still darting toward Buck every few seconds.

He taps out a text,

To: Maddie

Your brother is going to be the death of me, I swear.

He pockets his phone and looks back up at Buck. Holding her against his chest, her tiny fingers wrapped around his thumb and babbling back to her.

He prepares a bottle for her since it’s time for her feeding.

“Here, she must be hungry.”

And Buck looks up at him, his expression still soft and glowing as he takes the bottle.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“We did it once with dolls at the academy for safe haven training. But, uh this feels-“

And Buck looks a little terrified in that moment.

“Here,” Eddie kneels next to the chair, “adjust your hold so her head is up a little more, and then hold the bottle at an angle. There you go! You’re a natural.”

“Can I-know her name?”

Eddie scrunched his face a little and then smiled gently, “yeah, her name is Emily.” Eddie replies. He stands and grabs a blanket and drapes in around the two of them.

A few days later, Eddie is on his break, sipping what he would call a sad cup of coffee, mostly because Buck didn’t bring it, when breaking news splashes across the screen of the break room TV. He doesn’t pay much attention- tapping out a text to Carla making sure Chris hadn’t given her too much trouble.

He glances up, attention caught by the sheer amount of flashing lights in the all too familiar red and blue, all he can see behind the reporter is what is unmistakably a firetruck, except it’s flipped on its side and there are a few flames still fluttering across the ground.

“We received a report that there is a young firefighter trapped underneath the vehicle Sarah, do you have any other information?”

“Unfortunately that is correct Kathy, we are able to report that he is a member of Station 118, sources tell me he does appear to be conscious at the moment and hopefully will be able to stay that way until negotiations with the bomber are satisfied.”

Eddie doesn’t even register that he has stood up as he gets closer to the TV to see if he can see enough– to confirm what he feels in his gut. The camera pans around the scene, and he sees Hen and Chimney in their uniforms clutching their med bags, eyes glued to the vehicle, and Bobby in his civvies with his hands raised as he tries to talk with a young boy with explosives strapped to his chest. And then there’s a glimpse of who's trapped. The camera zooms in unsteadily. Eddie can’t breathe. He's seen shit. He’s pulled people from burning helicopters and humvees. He's held babies as they take their last breath.

He’d recognize those curls and that face from miles away.

He needs to tell Maddie. But he has to be sure.

He dials Athena.

“It’s Buck right? I’m not letting myself see things. He's under that truck?”

“Yes, Eddie, he is,” Her voice is clear and strong, Eddie hears the slight emotion coming through and grips his phone tighter.

He purses his lips and nods, running his hand through his hair.

“Okay, I- I’ll tell Maddie. She can’t be in there when they bring him in.”

“It’s gonna be okay Eddie. He's doing really well for the situation he's in. He'll be okay.”

Eddie wants to fight back but it wouldn’t be worth the time and energy.

“Just tell me if I need to-“

“Eddie, no. Don’t think like that. I know that you’re trained, but you can’t. And Maddie can’t. So go take care of each other okay.”

Eddie swallows and squeaks out a thank you before hanging up.

He makes his way down stairs and he sees Maddie leaning against the desk by the ambulance entrance. She has a tablet and she’s tapping the stylus against the counter absentmindedly. She has a focused look on her face. Probably taking stock of what they have, making sure everything’s organized before inevitable chaos.

She raises her head and spots him.

“Eddie! Did you hear, there was an explosion downtown, we are gonna be swamped with victims, or are they lending you to us cause you are experienced with this type of thing? Thank heavens- we were already short staffed and then Collins called out-“

Eddie grabs her arm and softens his look.

“Maddie-“

She keeps rambling about how she’s trying to figure out how they’re going to make the rooms work with the patients. And how there will probably be quite a few DOAs.

“Maddie,” he says more firmly, “I need to tell you something- about the explosion. Let’s go sit.”

“Eddie what the hell is going on, I have to get ready for several incoming traumas.”

He finally gets her to sit in one of the barely cushioned chairs and swallows thickly.

“Eddie, what’s going on?” it’s softer and filled with worry. Because there were only two people that would make Eddie this soft, worried and yet serious, And she knew for a fact that Chris was safe in bed.

“The vehicle that exploded, it was a ladder truck.”

“Oh god-“

Eddie takes her hand.

“Maddie- Buck was on it. And he's trapped underneath it. He’s conscious - but no one has been able to get close to him yet.”

“Oh god, Evan.” she sobs “Oh god.”

“Maddie, Maddie look at me, he's a fighter, okay? I have seen guys get through worse.”

She nods and Eddie pulls her into a hug. His walls crumble.

“I can't lose him either, Maddie- I just figured it all out- I can't.”

It's an excruciating wait and all Eddie can think about is that last time he was in this situation. Sort of. The first time he had met Maddie.

It had been his first week when his phone had rung, he had scrunched his brow as the name of the hospital crawled across the screen, work in smaller letters beneath it. He answered confused, and then his blood ran cold. Maddie asked how fast he could be there, and he was already running towards the stairs.

There had been a young firefighter leaning against the desk that Eddie can now place as Buck in the blurred memories of pushing past a couple paramedics and asking for a few minutes with her. Even if it was all she had left.

Maddie had also been the one to come in and pull him out of the illusion that they had more time.

She was declared dead less than half an hour later.

Maddie had been the one to hold on to him.

It had been the best hug Eddie had had in a long time.

Their breaks lined up for the first time 2 weeks later when Eddie looked exhausted and worn to the bone and Maddie had insisted on making her famous super coffee that was the best kept secret of the nursing staff. It a was a few days later that she slipped him Carla’s resume.

They watch the waiting room TV, gripping each other tightly as they finally try and lift the truck off him, and then as the barricades come down and a swarm of people come from what seems like every direction to lift the damn truck.

The minutes following where the news cuts back to the studio, where the anchors are talking about a surprise ending to a horrible night, are excruciating.

A few minutes later, the relative silence is broken when a nurse calls

“We’ve got incoming trauma!”

And they brace themselves.

The first couple are civilians that were nearby that need patching up or debris or shrapnel removed. Then a few other firefighters. Some don’t make it. They grip each other tighter.

“Firefighter Evan Buckley, 27, severe crush injury left leg. Stable and conscious at the scene, lost consciousness enroute.” Hen rattles off as they rush in.

Bobby, who's been holding Buck’s hand, lets go as they barrel towards a room.

Eddie wants to chase the gurney– be there. But he can’t. So he stands there with his eyes glued to its path.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, it could be minutes, could be hours.

Their last conversation stares back at him because buck is the one he wants to text when he feels like this. It feels like it’s taunting him.

from: Buck 🚒

have a good shift today! lmk what you want for breakfast:)

#911 #911fic #buddie #buddiefic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #usermoonlight #userbuckleyhans #tuserksn #userceecee #useroliii #userweres

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

The Badun detective agency in the 1920 mafia AU

For @hannahhook7744 I hope you enjoy!

There is a child at Jace's doorstep.

A fucking child, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes, like a fucking cherub. His hair a wild mess flung around by the chilly wind, and their ends were dyed blue.

(Who on earth lets a child dye its hair?)

Jace slowly blinks and looks down again: the boy is still here. Well.

„What do you want, kid?“ he asks, hoping that the child might want, well, directions back to his parents? That would be nice?

„My mom has three disembodied corpses in her basement,“ the boy states blankly, a picture of perfect innocence. His eyes are suddenly mildly unnerving, and it takes Jace's brain a moment to catch up on him.

„…What the fuck?“ he mutters more for himself than for the child, who takes it as an encouragement to repeat its words anyway.

So Jace draws a sharp breath and yells down the hall at his cousin: „Harry! Come here this instant! And bring your gun!“

You know, just in case-

Harry Badun runs to the door in truly record speed, the weapon safely pointed down. He looks disappointed when he sees only a child.

„Tell him what you told me,“ Jace sights towards the visitor.

„My mom has three disembodied corpses in her basement. They talk to me when I sleep.“

Ok. 

That is a new info.

This is cool. Totally cool.

Harry tightens his grip on the weapon and looks around the street, then up the roofs, which, you know, always a good idea.

They are clear, though. It doesn't look as if anyone is gonna jump them, much less some psychotic woman. Those don't tend to be too quiet, and the Badun cousins would know.

Oh, and by the way. That silhouette against that balustrade over there? That is totally Reza. Snogging Jade. Harry owes Jace for this one. 

Anyway. Right, the corpses.

„Come on, kid,“ he says, „Go inside and then tell us what you know, yeah?“

The kid's eyes shine as he steps inside and exclaims: „Do I get to be a detective too? I have always wanted to be a detective! I would be an awesome detective, since I know how do bodies look how long after death already!“

This is not a worrying statement at all. Not at all.

A shadow peels off the wall. Hermie. She was listening the whole time, of course she was.

„Dead bodies?“

„What exactly do you mean?!“

The kid answers and Jace bites back the irrational need to scream his lungs out. A vein at his temple pulses as the kid starts describing a rotting corpse with freakish accuracy to way too interested Hermie.

„Quiet! I need to concentrate!“ shouts Yzla from upstairs, „This is a delicate process!“

„Stop painting your pretty pictures for a moment,“ shouts Harry back, „This is a bloody murder case!“

„I'm trying to recreate Renoir here, you ignorant simpleton-“

„A what?“

Yzla screams incoherently and Jace interrupts the argument before it can truly begin: 

„We also have a kid that might be in danger and knows absolutely too much.“

„…I'm coming. But if the paint dries and I won't be able to get back to it, it will be all your fault.“

Jace doesn't even acknowledge that as worthy of an answer.

„Jace?“ Hermie nudges him slightly, while the kid infodumps at slightly traumatized-looking Harry about the different types of gunshot wounds, „Should I get Reza too?“

„…Nah,“ decides Jace, „He is snogging Jade right now, and we wouldn't want to interrupt.“

Hermie nods curtly and turns over to Harry: „You owe me and Yzla a bottle of cognac,“ she says, and Jace whistles. His cousin is losing in the big, today.

The kid tugs at his sleeve: „So what about my mom's basement, Mr Detective?“ the kid asks and he really should ask who his mom is. Also, what is his name?

So he asks, and when the child answers, looking at him with impossibly wide eyes, he almost gets an aneurysm.

„I'm detective Hadie, sir,“ the child reports proudly. Harry and Hermie just shrug – they don't know what is happening either. Nor does Yzla, who just appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing nothing but a negligee, and didn't she say she was working?

Oh, well.

Jace clears his throat.

„Right, kid. Hadie. And who is your mother?“

„But you are detectives!“ the child protests, „You gotta know that, no?“

„…Sure. We know that. Absolutely. And the bodies? Wait, no,“ Jace catches himself. This will certainly be a conversation, so:

„Let's go to the saloon first, shall we?“

Even if the saloon is just a fancy name for a room with a dining table and the kitchen counter, as he and Harry can hardly afford anything else.

They do have enough chairs, though, even if they are rarely used and mostly ignored: Hermie sits on the table, swinging her legs idly in the air, and Yzla plops herself down Harry's lap, setting his weapon aside. Fucking menace, that girl.

Jace himself takes the chair next to them and the boy stays standing.

(If Reza wouldn't be too busy with his current hookup, he would just lean against the wall and try to look very cool and intimidating, and smoke his cigarettes. Jace could do with a cigarette himself. Or better yet, a drink. The cigarette smoke reminds himself and Harry a bit too much of Cruella.)

„Now, tell us what you know,“ Jace asks the kid and damn. That kid. Does not shut up. Ever.

By the first thirty minutes, Yzla gets up and opens a bottle of wine to pass around, not even bothering with the glasses.

By an hour, Hermie is playing with her favourite dagger a bit too much and Harry has reclaimed back his handgun.

By hour and half, Jace is very ready to bleach his brain, thank you very much.

Hadie slows for a moment and Jace immediately stops him: „I think that's quite enough for today, Hadie,“ he says, „Thank you. Would you just step behind that door real quick?“

The kid pouts at him.

„Ehm… Me and my detectives need to discuss the evidence you just presented to us. And decide the, ehm, next course of action.“

Hadie finally steps behind the door when all present adults – including Eddie, who showed up half-way through – point at them.

And there is not much of a discussion, not really.

„Tell me we are taking that kid to Uma,“ blurts out Yzla before he can even speak.

„We could keep him,“ propose Hermie and Harry at the same time, and, yeah, no. As if Harry didn’t know they are barely staying afloat as it is, never mind, you know, not remotely responsible enough to raise a child?

…Yeah, it says a lot when a child would be safer on the streets, under the protection of one of the wildest Auradon City gangs, than anywhere else.

„We are taking him to Uma,“ decides Jace, and Yzla sights in relief. Eddie motions for her to pass the wine.

„You can come back, kid!“ Jace raises his voice, „We have decided!“

„Yay!“ the tiny disaster runs back to the room, „Do I get to be a detective too? Will we solve the case of my mother’s basement? Track down the victims’ family?“

Actually…

Jace knows how to get the kid to cooperate and go to safety voluntarily now: He winks at his associates, as to signal the general „don’t question me, I’ve got this.“

„Sure we are, kid. But, you see, right now we are working on another serious case, and we need you to help us. Will you be our eyes on the streets, detective Hadie?“

„Yes! I will, Mr detective sir! When do I start?“

„As soon as we can get you to the location. Now, let’s not lose any more time: We will debrief you on the way.“

That will hopefully give Jace enough time to come up with decent backstory, so, yeah.

With a yawn, Yzla gets up and sets off to her atelier, also known as the attic, not bothering to say goodbye, and Harry sets off to find his metal boxer and emergency knife.

„Reza is gonna be so mad he missed this-“ Hermie giggles, „It’s gonna be so much fun!“

And then, the Badun detective agency escorts its newest member, or, more accurately, adoptee, to Uma.

They don’t have any idea how much trouble they are causing Uma in the long run.

#disney descendants #badun detective agency #the 1920 mafia au #it will likely get a second part #aka: pissed off Mal tries to find her troublemaking little brother #and Uma is not amused #Jace badun #harry badun #hadie descendants #yzla descendants #hermie bing #reza descendants

[vickylamore]

ATEEZ As Fathers On Their Child's First Day Of School

notes; can yall imagine them as parents 😭 obviously this is entirely fictional but I was seeing a few for NCT and I'm like, "what if ___ the type to take a bunch of pictures just to embarrass their kid later on?" And poof, came the idea. More under the cut!

Seonghwa

Now, you know he's an amazing father, just like the rest of the group. He's smart, cunning and super responsible so you know damn well the man's prepared for the first day of school.

You as his S/O will 100% take care of the back-to-school shopping because somehow, you know that he'll spend all the money uniquely on drawing things.

"Look at this one, this one's filled with glitter. You want this one, bub?"

"Hwa, you got six different brands of glitter markers."

"And? We gotta test out every single one to figure out which ones the best."

Anyways. The glitter markers are 100% more for him than his child but you didnt hear it from me.

Hwa does however take care of the snacks and all things nutrition for his child. And its down to the bone.

Snacks that are litterally so good that you could snack on for days AND theyre healthy? Check. Juice boxes that are the real deal and none of the fake flavors? Check.

Oh? You asked about lunchables? SeongHwa makes them, doesn't buy.

A litteral homemade chef.

He wants his child to have a good meal at school :((

And as for his child's water bottle, they customized that shit UP.

Teaches them things like manners etc.

He 100% sets six different alarms to make sure he doesn't mess up his child's special day.

Turns out that he didn't need all of them because he woke up half an hour before the first one.

On the first day of school, you swore you saw this man shed a tear as soon as his child hopped into the school bus and it drove away. His baby's all grown up now and going to school, he's a mess.

You totally caught that on video tho ;)

Hongjoong

You know those dads that do everything by the book and make sure everything is perfect down to the nail?

Yeah, that's Hongjoong.

He's so ready, its ridiculous.

If you didnt know he only had one child, you'd think its his fifth rodeo.

He definitely has a budget for everything and spends excatly the amount planned.

He's also quite the fashionista.

He definitely makes his child walk the runaway in store dressing/changing rooms. If you're gonna walk, you BETTER walk. His words.

No but wait until he finds the clearance section and he goes berserk. He finds the best and most comfortable clothes for like 10$, its insane.

"Look at you, all suit up! If anyone asks, you get your fashion taste from your father and not from your mother."

"Excuse me?"

Hongjoong's the one taking pictures, but about one to three pictures. He believes that even the worst taken one has the best stories behind them.

He let his child customize their backpack. You want a dragon and snowflakes on it? You got a deal.

Lowkey the type of parent that makes sure their child knows the alphabet and how to count to ten. He wants his child to go, "I know how to count because of my daddy!" <3

He also tries to still his child's hair but it goes really wrong and you gotta save the day before you ALL start stressing cause you got no time left.

Gives the biggest hug to his child :( he's so proud of them.

When he goes back home, he kinda feels sad :(( although his S/O is right there, the house feels so empty without his little baby.

But then, when his child gets back from school, he's definitely spoiling them with ice cream or something. And they totally went to the park after too.

Yunho

Probably the one of the softest out of all of them.

Yunho just looks at his child and goes, "ah, when did you grow up so fast?"

He actually wants to stuff his child in his bag and take them everywhere, they're like the perfect duo its insane.

When it comes to school supplies, he's cautious about what you guys buy. Scissors? Are they safe? His baby is like five years old, he doesn't want them hurting themselves.

He really is the type of parent that makes sure their child has SHOE drip. A pair of shoes for every occasion.

Notebooks or binders? No, shoes.

Red shoes, blue shoes, yellow shoes, dress shoes, sneakers, cleets EVEN if his child doesn't play soccer.

Shoes.

You get the point.

He watched tutorials on how to do their child's hair, especially if he has a daughter. He practiced BEFORE the first day of school because he wants to be prepared.

"Daddy, why are you parting my hair like that?"

"Trust the process, sweetheart."

He definitely engages his child in any cognitive or stimulative games like puzzles. And he plays with them all the time (although he's manipulated because he somehow bargains with his child and he somehow always loses and said child ends up on his phone).

On the first day of school, he's so giddy. He's never not smiling.

He legit hoisted his child on his back and ran all the way down the street. They probably did like... three tours of the block before Yunho got tired.

Yunho and his child have a waving contest while the bus drives away. They kept waving until the bus turned the corner at the end of the street.

When his child came back, they definitely played games while she/he talks about their day.

Yeosang

Forget about helping the child, help him instead.

Yeosang is confused, but isn't but he is at the same time.

Confused? Here:

On the first day of school, he knows where the bus should pick up his child yet spends five minutes looking for the street despite the fact that its a block from where you live.

Anyways.

My man is HOOKED in. Makes sure his child knows his/her worth because they are special.

He WILL write cute little notes all over the house and send his child on a quest to find of all of them and read them.

^ he does this because he knows some kids can be super mean so his child is gonna have a heart of gold and armor of steel. Nothing else, nothing more.

His child is the one to show him hand games like STICKS and Patty-Cake. He looks at them half the time like, "am I doing this right?"

"I don't know daddy, I think."

Bless their souls.

Unlike the others, Yeosang knows how to do his child's hair. Litterally an angel. Does the cutest do for them, its adorable :(

The morning of the first day of school, Yeosang prepares the best breakfast for his little one, cutting the pancakes in shapes and drawing a smiley face on the eggs.

If he doesn't take pictures then you, his S/O, does. He wouldn't know you took any until you guys get back home.

When his child is fully dressed with their bag on and ready to go, he kinda just stares at them. Like... thats his baby finally going out in the social world to be social and learn :(

He's so locked in that you called him like three times and he snapped out of it like, "huh? What did I miss?"

On the way to the bus stop, Yeosang does not let go of his child's hand.

Gives the biggest forehead kiss before they go onto the bus and they, again, just stare at each other while the bus rolls away.

Protect them, Im begging.

San

Just look AT HIM :(

Anyways, San will make the day 100x more exciting than it actually is.

They have a countdown calendar until the first day of school... they started when his child was three years old.

Is the type to read a bedtime story to their child and forget that its past their bedroom. They ended up reading five different ones.

They also made a fort the night before, and they fell asleep in said fort. Its still up, you don't have the heart to take it down.

Does everything for his child. They want pancakes for breakfast? Bet. They want strawberries and chocolate chip cookies? Who could say no to that beautiful face.

Hes lowkey manipulated by his child. The kid wants cookies for their school lunch and San was this close to agreeing.

Its okay, you can shake your head.

Stickers! He picked a sticker to put on his lunchbox and backpack, they decorated it themselves.

He lets his child help out the morning of. They wanna help make breakfast? They wanna do their own hair? They want to pick their outfit? Of course, go ahead.

But he will tell his kid if what they're wearing isn't the best outfit for school.

If his kid is arsty, he will buy them an art set and let them gloat to their friends what their father bought them.

On the way to the bus stop, San lets his child sit on his shoulders and name them all the thing they see.

"Daddy, it's your turn."

"I spy with my little eye, something thats... yellow!"

"Like... like the school bus, daddy?"

"What do you— oh my God!"

Yeah...

San and his child have a little routine :( one kiss to each cheek, one boop to the nose, a hug followed by a I love you. You caught it on video right before they boarded :((

San didnt cry, but you have pictures of his eyes watering.

Mingi

Sigh.

His child and him are twins. Forget about your kid going to school, Mingi's going with them.

Hes so happy :( like LOOK AT THIS BABY

Mingi takes care of everything. Bath, hair, clothes, lunch, shoes, supplies— everything.

#Housewife.

You could hear their little giggles from the bathroom as they started a bubble bath and still haven't gotten out yet.

^ its been thirty minutes, please get out.

He also reads his child bedtime stories! Except that they fall asleep together after half a story.

You can't let them go shopping together. They will ransack the entire store if they really wanted to. He honestly spoils them too much, the kid have like three different notebooks with a calendar, studying materials, cue cards and stationary........ the child's five years old.

He will wear a pair of matching shoes with his child, like he thinks its cute.

It very well is the cutest shit ever.

Before leaving the house, they plan a whole bunch of games and it ends up with your child shrieking from the living room and Mingi tickling them to the point of death.

If his child needs glasses, he is THE man to ask. They got four pairs.

"Mingi, love... why four?"

"One for reading, two for seeing and a backup pair."

"Three of them are backup pairs!"

When its time to say goodbye, they both start crying :((( they're each others best friends who have been stuck to each other's hip. They missed each other when the door closed.

Like he tried so hard to smile but his baby is starting a new milestone like :(

Definitely spoiled them when they got back tho.

Wooyoung

Yall know how its usually the child crying when they leave for school?

Yeah, except Wooyoung's the one crying and not the kid. It 100% goes;

"Daddy, why are you crying? Everyones looking! This is kinda embarrassing."

"Im not crying, your mother made me cry."

"!?"

Do NOT let this man prepare your child's lunch box, I'm begging.

"A little brownie and chocolate chip cookies for lunch won't hurt you, right?"

You'll be surprised if you don't get a call from your child's teacher asking why the hell their lunchbox is filled with sweets and not a single slice of apple.

Man is taking 1000 pictures per minute, you gotta delete most of them because either;

a; its a picture of the ceiling.

b; its a picture thats blurry that you thought it was the window but it was actually the back of your head.

c; half his face is covering the camera.

d; its a zoom in of your child's eyes.

Or e; its just... blank.

So much screaming and running around. I don't know why he was panicking, the bus isn't gonna pass in another hour.

Your child also has an almost identical laugh to your husband so you can only imagine them giggling half the time while your kid's getting dressed.

Unlike Yeosang, Wooyoung teaches his child manners through bribering.

"What do you say when someone gives you something?"

"Thank you!"

"Good job, here's a slice of cake."

It was 7 in the morning when that happened^

You can assure that they raced to the bus stop. You can only imagine the neighbors watching as a five year old beat their father in a sprinting race.

When the bus finally rolled around, he was a sobbing mess, it was ridiculous. He would try to say bye but sobs would just escape his mouth like he was grieving or something.

He was feeling better when your kid gets back home. They were litterally skipping down the street together.

Jongho

HE SLEPT THROUGH THE ALARM TWICE.

Anyways, he spent all night thinking about how his kid was going to do on their first day.

You know damn well he looked through the old photo albums and cried at like 2 am in the morning because something so small became a child that he cannot get enough of.

But he does need at least three cups of coffee to keep up with his child's energy.

Your kid was the one to wake him up and rush him despite that it was 6 am and the bus wouldn't be there til 7:40 am.

Cue to Jongho chasing after a semi makes toddler because they taught it would be fun to tire out their father BEFORE it hit 6 am.

Hes very patience so he plays along and promises to by them something after school.

Jongho and you are you little ones biggest supporters. They wanna use the hallway as a runaway? Where are the cameras?! They wanna wear sunglasses to school even if its raining? Go ahead!

But Jongho also carries his kid everywhere. Towards the stove to get his fourth cup of coffee, towards the living room to watch cartoons, to the shoe rack to get shoes. His little angel is secured in his arm.

They will have debates about every single piece of garment they'll wear. I'm lying, they arent even debates— the kid's too smart for their own good.

"Dont you wanna wear the green socks?"

"But daddy, if I wear green socks, my feet are going to camouflage with the grass and they'll disappear!"

"... good point, let's go with purple."

When it was time to say goodbye at the bus stop, his kid didn't want to leave :(( they held other his hand linger then expected and their eyes started to water and aaAH :(((((

Jongho had to wipe them away and comfort them for a minute or two, but his child just didn't want to go.

And now they were in the car jamming to songs playing on the radio :) forget the bus! Car ride to school!

That being said, he walked his kid to class and finally, they bidded goodbye (only after making Jongho promise that he was going to pick them up later).

#vickylamore #vickywritings #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez headcanons #ateez fic #hongjoong x reader #Seonghwa x reader #mingi x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #yunho x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fanfiction #this shit is so cute i wanna die

[yanderes-galore]

Hi there, I hope it's not to early for you, may I request a Team Hooligans X Adventurous Darling?

I'll see what I can do, yeah. I hope this works for you :) Did them seperate to make it easier. Sorry for the long wait! Aged up as usual.

I'm not too familiar with them, lol, except for the Sonic aniversary comic from IDW.

Yandere! Team Hooligans with Adventurous! Darling

Short Concept/Reaction

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Possessive behavior, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking implied.

Fang The Sniper

Fang was never one to care for much.

Well, except for riches and his bike.

He's greedy and selfish, taking what he wants even with violence and cruelty.

He probably met you by chance and wanted you ever since.

A treasure he wants to catch no matter the cost.

You're focused on exploration and seeing the world for all it has to offer.

He's more into pillaging the world for its treasure.

With a darling such as you it's got pros and cons.

You like to explore which means he could have you join mercenary work with him, Bean, and Bark.

It would also help Fang justify his sudden attraction towards you.

Then there's the whole getting you to stay put thing.

Fang likes the idea of keeping you to himself.

He wants people to know you are his.

You always wanting to leave his side for adventure frustrates him.

The good thing about being a mercenary with a bike is he can track you easily.

Don't worry, his frustration is solved if you bring him back treasure.

Fang is a yandere easily bought with material goods.

As long as you stay by his side as his and utilize your craving for adventure to benefit the both of you, he'll be okay with this type of darling.

Bean The Dynamite

Bark The Polar Bear

Bean is an unpredictable character a lot of the time.

He'a overly eager and can be friendly one moment while aggressive the next.

Towards his darling, Bean tends to act extremely hyper and excited.

Meanwhile with rivals he's deceptive and aggressive.

He also has a dangerous obsession with bombs.

When he meets you he's all excited to speak with you.

Especially if you have shiny things on your person that you found during adventures.

Bean would probably want to go on adventures with you.

Your craving for adventure is something he enjoys and encourages.

Plus, it keeps him close to you at all times!

Then no one would steal you from him!

Even if you declined him there's no telling how he'll react.

He'll either be very angry with you or follow you anyway.

Bean has a ton of excitement bottled within him.

The idea of going on adventures with his living treasure sounds amazing!

You are going to have a hard time getting rid of him.

Bark actually has some good in him compared to the other two members.

He's mute and strong, sometimes intimidating when he needs to be.

But Bark is softer towards his darling.

When he meets you and your craving for adventure, he's a bit hesitant at first.

Bark is probably overprotective of his darling and is worried for you.

When you say you're going away or something, the bear feels his heart drop.

He'll either try to nudge you out of it or be adamant on following.

He's fierce when fighting and feels he should be his darling's guardian in a way.

Bark cares for your safety but also your happiness.

He'll fuel your need for adventure if you can be kept safe during it.

He also doesn't like the idea of someone else being around you....

While you make him shy at times, he'll quickly turn hostile towards others around you.

Bark will reluctantly come with you on adventures...

Just stay close to him and don't be so friendly towards anyone else.

#yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere fang the sniper #yandere bean the dynamite #yandere bark the polar bear #yandere team hooligans

[deltaheartsstuff]

Side projects (Break in fanfic)

this is a brute origin story. Know the brute might just be a strong dude but wanted to make this for the heck of it.

The brute i had given the name Drake and Mary i had given the headcanon of having more experiments than Larry. This might get a sequel later.

trigger warning for drug usage.

It had been around 2 months since Mary started her experiments on Larry, she hadn't been holding back on him at all. Frustrated with him denying her human test subjects for years including entertaining there fake love it felt good to let it all out on him.

One day though after she was letting Larry rest after a hard day she began to think to herself, Larry is a big project of hers but she was thinking what if she had smaller projects, not only to test out methods for Larry to not kill him but also maybe to make her minions stronger. She had been testing on animals such as rats but decided it was time for more humans.

First thought was the cook Mateo. He is around there age and he was Larry's best friend and even though he was the bases personal cook he could still hold his own Larry even taking him with him when the purge started sometimes. She had considered doing tests on him due to him also nearly being killed by the family that defeated Larry but decided against it. He had already demoted to staying in the kitchen full time and she could admit she liked his cooking to much to risk killing him. Though he was still in mind incase he tried anything.

Instead she went to the gym and looked at the mobsters training there. Observing them on the treadmills and lifting weights one member caught her eye though, it was a man named Drake.

He was a man in his 20's and he was one of the stronger mobsters. Drake had a dream of becoming a wrestler and had been training and working out in his teen years and been going to after school programs and even summer camps to accomplish this dream of his. However after his parents went into debt with the mob they basically sold him to them to save themselves.

Drake while he was reluctant at first became one of the more respected members. He was aloud to keep training at there gym and he does it whenever he had free time.

After Larry's defeated though he had been training more at the gym than ever. Some of the mobsters spreading rumors that he blames himself for Larry's defeat, Larry treated him better than his parents ever did so he was upset at what happened to him.

This however gave Mary an idea, she went over to Drake just as he was finishing up his work out drinking a bottle of water. The mobsters seeing Mary walked by decided to leave when she tapped him on the shoulder.

"Why hello... Drake was it?"

Drake chocked on his water when he noticed her. "OH- shit- uh hello- ma'am---"

"Don't need to be so formal! Just call me Mary!"

"Umm... alright but... uhh what do you need."

Drake was becoming visibly nervous which kind of annoyed her. When Larry was leader alot of the mobsters liked him alot, while there are mobsters that like Mary some are afraid of her after seeing what she had been doing to Larry.

She kept a calm dimeter though. "So.. Drake you know what we had been doing to Larry and i was thinking of doing it to more people. And was thinking

Drake had become more worried "Umm... but isn't... Larry being tortured......"

"Tortured??!? No! No! We are fixing him! Making sure he never loses a fight again!!"

"But... some of the guys brag about it.. about how they made him scream and how he cried."

"Oh- well they were probably just joking- and besides yeah ill admit it probably is hurting him.. but its for his own good. Let me remind you he was almost killed out there this way he'll be safe during the next purges. and if we do the same to you and others maybe they'll be safe to."

"Couldn't i just keep training at the gym here??"

"You could but that's takes a long time! Besides who knows the law could eventually find this place and it's better to be ready sooner than later."

Drake began to think for a moment than he sighed. "fine..."

Mary smirked. "Alright come on lets get started!"

"Wait- Now???!"

"Yup!! Come on!!"

Before Drake could object Mary grabbed him and started forcing him to walk along with her. He may have been strong but Mary was stronger than him. He looked to the other mobsters for help but they ether have him a smirk or a look of pity.

Mary made him go deeper into the base. He had been down in the base before, it had the medbays for the injured and Mary's lab was there were she use to just make weapons but now there was a new area currently being built. Mobsters were currently building new rooms, they were jail cells.

The mob took hostages before but they would ether just be locked in a spare room until they ether had there ransom paid or worst case scenario killed. Larry didn't like holding people prisoner for a long amount time due to a fear if they were to ever escape there base would be discovered. As well as the worst he thought the mob should do was kill people in there way. Though of course since he was no longer leader stuff like that is being considered.

They eventually got to her labs, Larry in the room and was on a mattress on the ground, leg being chained to the ground. He was trying to get some sleep after the day he been through but was awoken up when the two came in.

"Mary??? You said there was no more today..."

"Oh don't worry its not you this time."

Mary gestured towards Drake, Larry's eyes widened. "So- guess I am not the only one dealing with your crap."

Mary chuckled "Oh Larry when will you learn you're not the center of the universe. Besides Drake here agreed to it unlike you! "

Larry looked towards Drake. Drake didn't know the full picture of what they had been doing to him but seeing him now. He looked like a shell of his former self, any joy he had was gone now replaced with a look of pain and despair.

Drake was slowly moving towards the door but Mary stopped him. "There's no turning back now Drake!! You agreed to this."

"Mary leave the kid alone!!! You don't need to do this crap to him!!"

"Oh don't try to act like you have a moral compass all of a sudden!! Besides what i have planned for him won't hurt as much." Mary looked at Drake. "And it won't hurt as long as you don't make it difficult"

Mary's glare struck terror into him as he just reluctantly nodded and sat on the chair, the same one were Larry had his experiments done on him. Mary got out her box of chemicals and brought them.

Larry stood up. "MARY DON'T-"

"I suggest you shut up unless you want to be sleeping hanging from wall again."

Mary turned her attention back to Drake who was tensed up. Unlike with Larry she decided to put rubbing alcohol on him, he noticed this and was shocked but didn't say anything due to not wanting to hang from the wall. Drake closed his eyes and yelped as he felt the chemicals going into his body.

Mary stood back he shock a bit, before he stopped.

"So how- how are you feeling??"

"I- i feel.... better than expected. i guess..."

"Great now!! Ill be honest that's just a little sample of what's next to come. I'm gonna have to discuse some details before we continue ahead. So far why don't you stay in one of the new rooms being built!"

"You- You mean the jail cells??"

"I wouldn't call them that!! I would say guest rooms or patient wards. Besides its just incase something happens to you!"

".... fine..."

Mary helped Drake up and he lead him out to some of the mobsters and told them to take him to one of the cells. After that he went back to the lab were Larry was.

"So! Larry... since im going to be doing more side projects good news they'll be more days where you can get breaks!!"

"Wh... so Drake isn't going to be the only other one.... Why??? Why Mary??? Drake doesn't deserve this... No one else does.."

"The better question is why do you seem to care???"

"I... Just want to know.."

Mary knelt down and smirk. "Because I'm doing what's best for the mob and you can't tell me what to do anymore..."

Larry wanted to speak more but he didn't have it in him to fight her.

"Oh by the way we're continuing your experiments in the morning so get some sleep!!."

She than left Larry to his thoughts. A smile on her face thinking of all the other experiments she can do now. Larry laid down, not knowing himself why he felt sorry for Drake and the future victims of her but he did his best to just try and sleep it off knowing the next day is going to be hard.

#roblox break in #break in 2 #break in #roblox break in 2 #roblox break in fanfic

[jxbsbokuto]

HELLO congratulations on 300! your blog is really easy and pleasant to the eyes and i’m looking forward to see more of your writing!! For the event can i request ‘susie save your love’ by mitski & allie x as the song? The character would be chuuya nakahara bc i live for that short mf, i don’t have a particular verse or trope bc the entire song is so good i cant pick asgjfjgdfj anyways thank you!

a/n: first of all I'm rlly rlly sorry for the delay on this but I hope you'll like it!!

cw: alcohol

Chuuya was startled when you texted him at 2 a.m, drunk.

>> hace you seegn him?

>> im wsiting for hum

>> its so colld

Almost instantly, he got up from bed and went to your rescue once again. When he gets to the front of the bar you are leaning against the street pole with a bottle of whiskey in hand.

Your cheeks are red due to the alcohol, eyes half-lidded, and lips puckered in a pout. In his eyes, you were looking adorable, pretty even, but this isn't the right time to admire your beauty.

He knows the reason why you're like his, and it pisses him off. It hurts him to see you giving your all to someone who doesn't deserve half of it. You were trying to fix a shattered glass with bare hands and tape, only piling up scratches and wounds in your skin.

"Chuuuuuuya!" You open your arms, surprised to see him.

"Hey, Y/n." The ginger envelops you in a hug, his breath hitches when you reciprocate the action with a tight and warm embrace. "Let's get you home."

"Nooo!" You protest, untangling yourself from your friend.

"Yes." he insists.

"You're no fun, Chuu. I don't wanna go, I wanna see him."

"He's not coming, Y/n. And I'm not taking you to see that bastard."

You frown, bottom lip quivering as your eyes begin to glisten.

"I need to see him, Chuuya."

Just how many times would you cry because of him? Nakahara can't even count in his fingers the number of times you did in front of him and he prefers not to think about the ones when he wasn't around.

He grabs your elbow, firmly but gently, and tugs you closer to his body.

"Save your love to someone who deserves it, Y/n."

"He does deser-"

"No, he doesn't. Do you have any idea how it feels to see you hurting because of him? It's frustrating to just stand here while you tear yourself apart for someone who's gonna leave at the first opportunity. He doesn't deserve your love and he doesn't deserve you, but I do."

Your breath gets caught in your throat. There's no response for him in your head, you can only stare in surprise.

Now he walks you to his car without resistance, you sit on the passenger's seat silently, still trying to process his words.

If he had said this weeks ago he would've regretted confessing in such a way, but it is way past the time you opened your eyes to what is right in front of you.

You aren't dumb, you knew you had put yourself in a hard position. You had hoped you could fix him, only to fall into a spiral of deceptions and heartbreaks. And Chuuya was there the whole time, to try to comfort you, to give you your favorite chocolate so you'd stop crying, to take you out for a walk so you'd clear your head, but you were too blind by the idea of being a hero and saving someone to notice that you were slowly being saved by the ginger.

The whole ride is silent. You think he's mad at you, so you slide yourself in the seat, praying it could swallow you as a whole and break you free from the tension in the air.

Chuuya gets you to your apartment complex safely, walks you to your door, and waits for you to unlock it so he can go home.

"Wait." You grab the hem of his jacket. "...Can you stay the night?" You keep your eyes on the ground, afraid of his answer.

He stays quiet for a moment and sighs.

"Yeah, I can."

Chuuya knows he won't be able to save your love in a single night, but he is more than willing to fight for it.

likes and reblogs are more than appreciated!<3

masterlist

#♪ - junkbox! #chuuya bsd #chuuya x reader #chuuya fluff #bsd fluff #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd x gender neutral reader #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x gender neutral reader #jxbsbsd #jxbschuuya

[onestepbackwards]

Spark Anon: for the #self aware AU, in this case, Ingo has noticed that /something/ is off about the code, but hasn’t figured out what. Also, he’s worried because you have suddenly gone silent. That said, have this scrap from reader’s perspective.

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It’s been a day and a half and the faint nausea rolling in your tells you that the side effects of missing your daily medicines are starting to kick in. Falling through the tv screen when you got up from the couch to fill your water bottle was not something you were in any way prepared for. You can only thank whatever deity might exist for the fact that you had been dressed in your fleece winter pajamas, slippers and robe as opposed to your summer nightwear. That, and that you’d kept ahold of your water bottle. The bright green paint of the HyrdoFlask was easy to see against the snowbank you’d landed in. The fact that there was a cave with a small hot spring in it nearby was probably all that saved you the first night.

‘Last time I /ever/ leave my character outside a camp during a break,’ you decided fairly quickly. You had wanted to take advantage of the Massive Mass Outbreaks and see if you could find a female alpha Riolu. When Ingo had asked why, you had responded with “why not?” The irony of the fact that said Riolu is currently trying to keep you alive is not lost on you. This morning, you had managed to choke down one of the Aspear berries it gifted you with, the rest sit piled next to you. The Riolu had scurried off again after you had been unable to eat another and hasn’t been back since. The headache that throbs behind your eyes is making it harder to trudge to the front of the cave to fill your bottle with snow, but you don’t dare let yourself get dehydrated on top of everything else.

“Human, you smell of sickness,” the gravelly voice makes your head snap up. The Riolu has returned, and standing next to it is a huge Zoroark, which shifts into a familiar figure, though your brain can’t recall where from. The meaning of its’ words penetrates and you can’t help but give a huff of humorless laughter. “Yeah, thats not surprising,” you rasp. The Riolu barks something and the Zoroark speaks again. “This one-” it gestures to the Riolu, “-wishes to know how to help you. I personally do not care.”

You the think for several moments. ‘Ingo,’ your mind supplies. ‘If anyone can help…’ You swallow hard. “There’s a man, he wears a dark coat and hat. He’s Warden to Lady Sneasler. Do you know who I’m talking about?” Both the Zoroark and the Riolu nod. “Can you get him here?” Your question is almost desperate. The two Pokémon glance at each other for a long moment before the Zoroark sighs. It turns and lopes off, while the Riolu comes in to cuddle up close. You sigh. ‘I hope this works,’ you think blearily. ‘Find me soon, Ingo…’

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The tenses are probably a bit screwed up. Oh well. Unfortunately, I have absolutely no idea how to write Ingo’s perspective.

-✨

Oh, this is so good!! I love how you wrote it!! 💕

I love the Alpha Riolu trying to help keep you safe, and protect you!! 🥺🥺🥺 like even if you did fall from the sky, she recognizes you and wants to help!! Even getting a Zoroark to help!! They will have Ingo in no time! Just you wait!! This is so good, thank you for sharing!!

#Zed.talks #Spark Anon #ask #submission #self aware ingo #ingo #warden ingo #pokemon

[cringemesstickles]

Take A Break

Disclaimer: I do not own Mandela catalog or it’s characters.

Parings: I had platonic in mind while writing this but it could be read as jonadam 🤷‍♀️

Characters: Jonah Marshall, Adam Murray

Summary: Adam refuses to take a break from working.

A/N- I wrote this also very late at night and it’s very lazy but that’s when I got motivation to write and also I had ler!jonah and lee!adam on the brain 😥

If it wasn’t obvious already, this is a tickle fic.

Please don’t read if it makes you uncomfy. ❤️

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Adam was at his desk, scribbling notes about ghosts and demons and what not.

He’d been at it for hours, refusing to take a break.

Suddenly he heard a knock on his door.

“Yeah?” The door opened and it was none other than his best friend/roommate.

“What’s up, asshole!” Jonah said, playfully.

He walked over to the desk where the blonde sat.

The desk was littered in empty water bottles and crumbled up pieces of paper with little notes scattered about.

Jonah frowned. He hated when Adam overworked himself.

“Really dude? Again?” He crossed his arms and glared at the clearly exhausted mess.

“What?”

Jonah raised a brow and gestured to the messy desk.

“Come on man, this stuff is really important! Especially the notes…I have to know that stuff!”

Adam tried to make an excuse; Jonah was not having it.

“Adam, you shouldn’t work this much. You have to take a breather every now and again.”

The blonde rolled his eyes and continued his studies.

Suddenly, Jonah was hit was a mischievous idea.

“You know, I’ve heard complaints about a monster in this very apartment..”

Jonah tried to sound as serious as possible.

Adam perked up a little, clearly interested in whatever ‘monster’ Jonah was on about.

“What kind of monster?” He asked curiously.

Jonah shook his head.

“I don’t think you wanna know…”

Adam grunted in annoyance as he punched his friend in the arm.

“Of course I wanna know, dumbass! What is it?!”

Jonah sighed.

“Well… I tried to warn you.”

“It’s the…” he paused for dramatic effect.

Adam’s curiosity was evident on his face.

Jonah made claws with his hands.

“THE TICKLE MONSTER!!” He yelled with a playful growl, clawing at his friend’s ribs.

“Wait- What- hEHEHEY!” Completely taken aback, the blonde immediately shrieked and tried to squirm away from the evil fingers.

Of course being in his chair still, he couldn’t go very far.

“WHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOING?!”

“Well, based on your reactions…I’m pretty sure I’m tickling you. I could be wrong though.”

Jonah grinned.

“Although, I’m usually not wrong.”

Hearing Adam laugh was always a treat.

Sometimes, Adam could get really grumpy; Whenever that happens, Jonah usually tickles him until he feels better.

It may be silly, but it always seemed to work.

“You haven’t been taking very good care of yourself lately… are you sure you still have all your ribs?”

Adam’s eyes widened, he knew where this was going.

“I-I do, I dohoho!!” He twisted in his seat, giggling in anticipation.

“Hm, I don’t know…I better make sure. Better safe than sorry, right?”

The attacker laughed when Adam frantically shook his head.

“One.. two..” He pressed fingers into each rib he counted, which proved to be very affective.

Adam screeched and twisted his hips, eyes squeezed shut while a bright smile forced its way onto his face, unable to conceal his joy.

“SHIHIHIHIT!! JONAHAHAH!!”

“Adam! You interrupted me. Now I have to start over.” He huffed. “Oneee.. twooo…”

The blonde hid his face in his hands.

“N-NOHOHO! SOME- SOMEWHERE EHEHELSE!!”

He pleaded through his laughter, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Jonah laughed with him.

“Okay okay…Somewhere else.” He pondered, giving the boy a breather.

Noticing the others shirt had risen up from the rib tickles, he smirked.

Without warning, he wiggled his fingers into the patch skin.

Adam squealed, his laughter rising in pitch.

“Aw, does someone have a ticklish tummy? That’s so cute!”

Adam’s face flushed a dark red at the teases.

“NAHAH! SHUT UHUHUP!! J-JoNAH!”

“Hate to break it to you Adam, but Jonah isn’t here anymore. Just the tickle monster!”

As much as Jonah loved listening to Adam’s precious laughter, he knew he’d have to wrap it up pretty soon.

“You know, I’m kind of hungry.” He hummed.

“T-THEN GEHET FOOD FROM THEHE K-KITCHEN!” Adam snarked.

Jonah grinned deviously, knowing exactly how he wanted to end this.

“I don’t want food from the kitchen…” he started.

“I want… Raspberries!” Suddenly, his lips connected to the blondes stomach and he blew several lazy raspberries.

Adam squealed as loud cheerful laughter fell from his mouth.

Snorts and hiccups mixed with the laughter as mirthful tears rolled down his red cheeks.

“JONAHAH! NOHOHO!! IHIHIT T-TIC-TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!!”

He felt Jonah smile into his skin.

After one last raspberry, Jonah pulled back and let the poor boy relax.

Adam went limp in his chair, panting heavily while leftover giggles escaped.

He tried to pout at Jonah despite the silly smile on his face.

“You’re a dihihick..” He lightly smacked Jonah in the arm.

Jonah laughed.

“You know you had fun~”

Adam’s blush returned.

“I-I did not!”

“You never told me to stop…”

Adam groaned in defeat.

“Whatever…”

#mess writes #tmc tickles #sfw tickling #mandela catalogue tickles #tmc #mandela catalogue #lee!adam #ler!jonah #adam murray #Jonah Marshall #tickles

[not-quite-girl-nor-quite-boy]

A/N So suptober day 8, sober. I have no ideas so im just gonna start and see where we get.

Perhaps... weechesters?

Sam-13 dean-17

"Dean!" Sam shouted.

"What sammy? Whaddya want? Im busy." He slurred drunkenly looking up from his beer to sam with blurred vision.

"Are- are you drunk?" Sam asked shocked.

"Yeah sam. Why?" Dean asked too pissed to carr that he should act responsible in front of sammy. He had had another nightmare of that night again. You arent supposed to remeber things from when you are four its not fair. He had to dull the pain somehow and john left a pack of beer and a full bottle of scotch so he did what he raised to believe helped with emotional pain. He drank.

There was no denying that the alcohol had become a part of his life, a part of him. Frankly too big a part, worryingly so.

"What! Sam. What do you want?" He said tesrs building and welling at the banks of his eyelids, the alchohol hadnt helped him conceal his emotions or dull his pain, it just seemed to return the feel of the heat, the roar of the flame, the small weight of baby sammy in his arms, the emptyness inside him when john told him his mom wasnt coming back. It all washed his vision in floods, tsunamis of emotion and duress.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked softly in a little voice, too quiet to lie to.

"No." He whispered honestly letting his tears finally break the surface tension and roll down his face rapidly reaching his chin and hitting his shirt. Sam ran towards him prying the can of beer from his hand before wrapping his brother in a warm embrace. Dean just cried into his brother's shoulder holding tight as if afraid if he let go he would disappear.

"Im sorry sammy. Are you ok? What did you need?" Dean asked, an attmept to compose hismelf dramatically failing.

"Just... my brother back." Sam said smiling his own tears building up just shy of falling, before sam began clinging once more onto dean.

"I know sam. But im just not good enough. I cant be the brother you need. I wish i could." He sighed into Sam's hair, his chin resting on his little brothers shoulder.

"You already are dean. You- you just need to stop, stop the drinking and the hiding your feelings. Im here for you the same way you are for me. Just let me be here, please."

Dean waited silently for a while before agreeing, wanting the best for him. "Ok sammy. I'll be better for you."

"If thats the motivation you need then good." Sam smiled "but you have to stop drinking. Especially since you still arent old enough technically." Dean chuckled at the words of his law abiding brother.

"Ok sammy." He whispered. His grip on sammy was unrelenting, he must have held sammy for hours, just breathing him in and keeping him safe until sam went heavy in his arms and his breathing deepened and levelled.

"Come on then sammy." He whispered picking his baby brother up, just like all those years ago before gingerly laying him down on the bed and covering him neatly with the blanket.

He smiled at the sight of the young boy. 'Yeah.' He thought to himself 'I'lll do it for him'.

5 years later~~

"So, ummm... this is still weird. Sorry feelings arent really my deal but anyway here we are, my name is ted nu- sorry, my name is dean winchester. Ive been sober 5 years. For my little brother mostly but also for myself. Anyway yeah. Im proud, its five years yesterday. Which is fun i have been doing this for half a decade and i still dont know what to do for this personal speech thingy." He chuckled, as did the rest of the sobriety group. When came thre groups inevitable end, he walked out and saw sam sitting on the bench next to the door to the hall, book in his lap and eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Hey dean, how'd it go?" Sam asked suddenly looking up into dean's eyes. Dean saw the same little boy he had been seeing in sams place for years.

"Fine thanks. Come on sammy." He smiled.

A/N so, umm. Yeah here is... that, enjoy. Sobriety if you are addicted please get help, there is help out there for you if you need it. 🙏

Hope you had fun <3

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