#he’s a little traumatized /j

[sargetblu]

M! A: nothing happens for 10 asks :)

AAAGH!

Oh

That’s okay then!

But I’ve still got my eye on you magic…

[egipci]

thank you for bringing awareness to this grievous issue. how is there possibly not more huntercorp content out there?? the overlap between the succession freaks and spn freaks on here is practically a circle. then supernatural does a literal canon succession au and… crickets. i don’t understand. cmon ladies we can do better

Thank you for your solidarity! I agree: we CAN do better!

To be fair, I totally understand the paucity of content in the field, simply because those guys are just not really recognizable as Sam and Dean. They're vacuous spoiled dudes for us to laugh at for the five minutes they're on screen, unlike our very serious special Winchesters Prime, God's favorites, etc. We don’t really even know anything about them, other than they still live with their dad into their late thirties? And Sam is like "haha Dad is the best guy I wanna live with him in the same house forever cheers," which makes me think the CTE finally caught up with him. So fanon interest doesn't really extend beyond heehee silly wincest-twincest foursome business, or maybe there's some cracky Daddycestuous harem going on that I haven't heard about--- which is great if you're into that sort of thing.

What I think is more interesting though is to use that world as a springboard to construct a more canon-feeling AU that retains the characters' personalities and dynamics. Like, just take all the deeply traumatizing shit that comes with hunting from a young age and add to it all the fucked-up-ness of excessive wealth and access.

Say, John, at some point when Dean and Sam are much younger, decides it would be better to work with other people for resources and efficiency (lol), and doesn’t burn quite as many bridges as he could, and whenever someone offers to pay a little something to show their gratitude he agrees. Along the way that turns into a hunting business, recruiting hunters, etc, and it picks up, and it's lucrative enough obviously because monsters are plentiful, and so the kids grow up with money, comfortable. There's the old "I want you to go to school and I want Dean to have a home," so he probably did buy a home base, extra fortified, and there were babysitters to watch after Sam, a little less pressure on Dean with the co-parenting. More creature comforts and safety and stability available, but maybe even more emotional distance between John and Sam than in canon. Dad's trips last for months and months, Sam is fine, he goes to the same nice private school for most of his life, gets with Jessica in high school or something, whatever, you can fill in the blanks here. Maybe he goes to a military school or something, in this strange world where people know about monsters, but his dad is still very much distant and mysterious.

Depending on when the transition towards more financial stability happens, Dean would have more vivid memories of serious poverty that he shares with his dad that Sam might not fully remember/appreciate, and as he gets older Dean’s off with Dad more and more, staying away longer and longer, etc, and that in itself is an interesting question, I think: if Dean doesn't have to parent Sam as much, what does that mean for their relationship? There's always the baseline of the older brother duty/younger brother admiration going on, but maybe it's more like 2x20 than canon--- or not, maybe it translates into more closeness than the canon pre-canon! A good writer can convince you of anything, but it's essential that their relationship only flourishes in the absence of their dad, not only physical absence/death, but also his absence in Dean's emotional life, and all of that is deferred for as long as you keep the old man around. the idea of 60's John/40's Dean makes me....

Anyway, the Succession comparison in particular is really compelling here because 1. in a world where people know about monsters, and monster-hunting is a lucrative empire-building business, the Winchesters (assuming they are actually as good as they are in the main timeline) would hold huge influence. Like, serious political influence. Depending on the size and boundaries of his operation John Winchester could be the owner of an extremely powerful militia trained to kill both people and monsters? And that's... kind of insane! (And with that power and influence, did Sam and Dean grow up in the public eye to some degree, like president’s kids and various d-listers? What sort of rich people vices were they exposed to? Are hunters seen as celebrities or as soldiers, or something in between like in, eg, The Boys?”)

Therefore 2. the stakes of succession are extremely important, and also 3. as an au-explorer, that's how you get to keep some semblance of the John-Dean-Sam dynamic from canon. Say, Sam goes to Stanford on Dad's dime, no need for a scholarship, he fits in with the other kids fine, at least along socioeconomic lines. But obviously he's still very well trained as a hunter, and he may or may not be dealing with demon blood-induced uncleanliness. And let's say Dean is groomed into both hunting but also the business side of things, slated to run the family business when the time comes, maybe he goes to college too and studies something soul-sucking he thinks would be useful for the business and would make Dad proud. Or not, he already has charm and looks in spades, no need for a fancy degree.

But what if at some point John changes his mind? It's not Dean, but Sam who should be king. Or Sam and Dean together as partners. Sam of course doesn't want it. He wants to be a lawyer, or whatever it is the Lebanon alt!Sam does. Adam doesn't want it, he doesn't know anything about hunting, he's probably only seen his dad a total of five times since college, and no one showed up to his engagement party. Who knows, maybe he's already been eaten by the ghoul and no one has noticed yet. Obviously Dean doesn't want to run anything, either, but no one cares about that. He'll do it if he has to, because he's a good son, and in that way this is the weird inverse world of Succession where no one actually wants the inheritance. They do want the elusive kiss from daddy, they're just not under any illusions that the family business is an adequate substitute.

So, like, you can take those two weirdo throwaways and make them infinitely more interesting. You can kill John, you can throw in the Azazel hunt, or introduce the Heaven mega-bureaucrats, or whatever. Maybe Sam gets on the demon blood in his fancy private school and is surrounded by demons for years and it’s John’s fault because he sent him there, thinking he'd be safe. Or maybe none of that other mytharc stuff comes in and at the heart of the story is just the family drama. Sprinkle in some more sex, drugs, and rock n roll, etc— so many little choices to make for people who like the work of intricate world building and crossovers! Good for them, whenever they get their hands on this.

Of course the thing that matters to me most is the J/D of it all and Dean's feelings about it--- like he is daddy's golden boy in pretty panties and a cock cage, but what I've been thinking about (like, actually thinking about, for fic writing purposes) is why is he in the cock cage? What if he likes it? What if he wants it and likes it and hates that he likes it? Succession is part of a huge tradition of works preoccupied with wealth and moral decadence and corruption, and those things can only be compounded by the reality of not only wide-spread knowledge of monsters, but also the existence of an industry dedicated to the sanctioned extrajudicial killing of "creatures" that look and live just like normal people 99% of the time. It's extremely fucking bleak, more so in some ways than canon, and it's the kind of world where dad/son incest is possible, where alcoholism/addiction would be much closer to the surface, where Dean is rewarded for Dad’s parasitic dependence in different, slightly more complicated ways than canon, where Dean's baitboy duties probably extend to various unsavory human actors, men and women, starting when he was way too young. And it's not necessarily always the sort of seduction/manipulation/self-objectification that ends with Dean on his back, and John is not a mustache-twirling villain who's looking it in the face and ambivalently sending his kid to the slaughter, but shit happens and it's part of life and it's for the greater good and it's for the family business and Dean's a man and he can handle it and when he comes back tongue-tied and flushed, wearing his cute little panties under his slacks and holding a matching cage in his hand John will tease him first, always, and then he will put his hands on the kid and make it better.

[coolasakuhncumber]

The words 'double lung and heart transplant' were used today.

[ookaookaooka]

I’m hardly the first person to compare them but Terry Pratchett and J K Rowling really are polar opposites in terms of the way their writing treats weird characters. In Rowling’s writing, any weirdness is there to be laughed at (for example: Professor Trelawney, the fake seer who doesn’t know she’s an actual seer). In Pratchett’s writing, though, the characters’ weirdness is taken 100% seriously and the humor arises organically from the situation itself and is never at the characters’ expense (for example: in Making Money, the man who was born a clown and was never told so until he was 13 years old). In Rowling’s writing, the main characters poke constant fun at Professor Trelawney, making joke predictions and fudging homework and talking about how divination isn’t a legitimate field of study. Even after she gets fired and more or less drops the act, the joke changes to “look at this sad drunk lady” and the main characters express little sympathy. The narrative is saying she’s there to make one real prediction and otherwise she’s only there for comic relief. This sort of thing happens over and over in Rowling’s writing, where any quirkiness is there to be laughed at and the misfortunes of characters we’re not supposed to like are supposed to be funny, and it sends a message of conformity under threat of ridicule. In Pratchett’s writing, the clown man’s story is treated as a great tragedy: imagine growing up not knowing why you are the way you are, and then finding out the truth as a teenager! And knowing that your own mother kept the truth from you! This man was so deeply traumatized by this he denied himself any humor or fun for decades, and when he has a crisis and runs off to become a clown again, he is given support and medical treatment and is welcomed back to his job at the bank and accepted for who he is. The fact that this whole situation is hilarious is secondary. And again, this sort of thing happens over and over again in Pratchett’s writing, where characters’ quirkiness is embraced and often seen as irreplaceable by the end of the book, and it sends a message that our quirks are valuable and weirdness should be acceptable. It just strikes me as a much… kinder approach to people, you know?

[hyukaslvr]

strong enough (series masterlist) | J. Jungkook

paring: Jungkook x (f) reader

genre/tags: idol! Jungkook, idol! reader, idiot exes to lovers, slow burn ; k-drama feels (our beloved summer but not at the same time), angst, drama, fluff, smut

series warnings: foul/explicit language, alcohol consumption, unhealthy coping mechanisms, family drama, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters, explicit sexual content, mentions of old abuse, blood (specific warnings stated per chapter)

w.c: TBD

status: ongoing

series summary: you and Jungkook have too many personal problems, during and after your relationship and it keeps getting brought up. you both had tried multiple times to ignore the fact you were both struggling mentally and physically due to your workplace, but you always run back to each other. maybe one day, one day you’ll get back to each other, with all your problems handled, maybe not. all you want is for him to shine like he always does, all he wants is you.

a/n: hiiii, i’m back!! this is what i’ve been working on lately during my ‘break’, but i really can’t get off tumblr😓, i don’t know how long this series will be but, i hope it’s a good one and it’s my first series! i’m a little rusty but it’s okay, i have big plans for this series and hopefully i can post chapters one through two weeks!

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[phoenixblair666]

The Past Hurts

Worst!Logan X GN!Reader: An Enemies to Lovers One-Shot

Request By @j-did-reading: someone please please please write a one sided enemies to lovers fic where worst!logan was enemies with reader in his universe but falls in love with them when he ends up in wade’s

Summary: The reader is from Logan's timeline. They live with Wade after their life crumbles, but what happens when he brings home the same Logan variant from their universe?

Word Count: 2,011

Reading Time Approximately: 8 Minutes

WARNINGS: Angst, Fluff, Name Calling, Cursing, Mentions of Traumatic Experiences, Use of (Y/N), Kissing

This one shot could not have been possible without the amazing proofreading and editing from @techwrecker! Go check out her blog!

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Wade couldn't help but feel the sheer excitement that flooded his body when Logan had agreed to come home with him after their life-changing battle. What he didn't expect was the matched scowls the second Logan had walked through the door. "(Y/N), lookie what I found!" Wade exclaimed as he pushed in the door with his foot, finding you in your usual lounge spot on the couch. "Had a feeling you would turn up sooner or later, asshole. Whatcha bring home this t…" Your sentence was cut short the moment you laid eyes on him. When his met yours, an overwhelming feeling of anger and agitation overcame you.

"I got you a new buddy! He's much better than the one from your world. Arentcha Wolvie, yes you are!" Wade jokes as he speaks to the brute standing in the doorway. His smile is wide as he looks between you, then Logan. A palpable silence falls over the room, so thick you could cut it with a katana. Your eyes narrow when you take in his presence. The same yellow suit, the same hair, and the same shitty attitude. Yup, that's him. "Wade, I need to speak to you," You abruptly stand from your sitting position, making it to your bedroom in record time. Wades left standing next to Logan, a confused look on his face followed by an innocent shrug. He jumps into action when your voice echoes through the apartment. "NOW!"

Wade walks through your bedroom door, finding you pacing back and forth, arms crossed along your chest. He stands there with a raised eyebrow until you stop in place. "Shut the door, idiot." He scoffs closing the door behind him and lifting his hands in defense. "What's got your panties in a bunch, ya little diva?" You're positive that he can see the pure rage on your face when his smile begins to falter. "Why is he here?" Wade's smile comes back full force, clapping his hands like a schoolgirl and jumping in place. "I know what you're thinking, (Y/N), but he's great! I thought a little do-over would do you some good, you know since your Logan was a piece of shit." He exclaims while leaning in and whispering the last part.

Your hands meet your face, dragging them over your eyes as you groan. "He is my Logan, you dumb fuck." You take a moment to try to compose yourself, failing miserably when the weight of the situation brings you back to reality. "You could have brought any Logan back, but you happen to bring home the same one that I fucking hate. What the hell, Wade!" Your pruned companion analyzes the newfound information, internally battling with himself on the next course of action. He's pulled out of his silent battle when he sees you sitting on the edge of the bed with your face firmly pressed into your palms.

"Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me. It's gonna be alright, okay? Logan's changed since our little adventure, trust me. Get this, he's even been sort of nice to me." You watch Wade's smile grow as he gives you his best puppy dog look. You shake your head, tears welling in the corners of your eyes when you recall exactly why you hate this Logan variant. "You don't get it, Wade. He's the reason why people resented the X-Men. Why people resent me. I left my universe because of this asshole. There are little to no mutants alive in my timeline because of him." Your hands begin to shake as you recall the night of the infamous mutant hunt. Each of your fellow X-Men slaughtered like cattle inside the mansion that was once a home and school for the desperate and needy.

You jump when you feel his arms wrap around you in an awkward, yet endearing hug. "I know, (Y/N), but please give him a chance. He's been broken for a long time. He needs this. He needs us. After all, he did just save every timeline in existence so…" He pulls away, a pleading look stretched across his wrinkled face. You frown, eventually settling on your answer. "Fine, but if he does anything stupid, I will find a way to kill the fucker." Wade jumps to his feet, twirling before dramatically bowing. "Thank you, princess. Your kindness knows no bounds." You scoff pointing to the door. "Out, you dummy." He smiles before chirping, "Apparently it does know bounds " He turns on the balls of his feet, slamming the door behind him. His voice is muffled, but you can hear him through the thin walls of the apartment, "Looks like you're staying with us, peanut!" You roll your eyes, falling back onto the plush mattress beneath you.

You don't realize sleep has overcome you until you abruptly wake, mouth dry, begging for saturation. You turn to the small Spider-Man clock on your nightstand. 3:45 A.M. Jesus, is one restful night of sleep so much to ask for? Your legs flip over the side of your bed, feet meeting the cold hardwood floor as you gain the little strength your body has to offer to carry you into the kitchen. You had become accustomed to roaming the kitchen in the dark. After all, sleeping was not your strong suit. You scour through the cabinets above the sink, pushing Wade's weird coffee mugs aside. You finally settle on a relatively normal glass with "Daddy's Favorite Cup" written on its side. What a weirdo. Before you know it you've downed two glasses of tap water, readying yourself for a third when you hear a voice behind you clearing their throat.

You turn, meeting the same hazel eyes that you have learned to despise. Glaring at him, you sit the glass on the counter behind you, guarding your chest with defensive arms. "Still sleeping in jeans, I see." Logan muses. You scowl at him, watching as his eyes roam over your still form, taking in every detail most likely confirming whether or not you are the same fiery mutant from his universe. "Still an insufferable dinosaur, I see." You mimic. He shakes his head, scoffing as he eyes you from across the kitchen.

You feel heat coarse through your veins at the sight of him. You had no idea where this conversation would lead, but you find yourself staying put as silence hovers in the air. "So Wade told me you've changed. Funny, you still seem exactly the same to me. A self-proclaimed loner, with his head so far up his ass that he can't see what he's running from. Don't think that I forgot how you left everyone behind when everything turned to shit." You poke at him trying to get a rise to confirm your suspicions. Logan's brow rises at the remark, rolling his eyes and casually leaning against the doorframe. "People change, sweetheart. You can't blame me for everything that happened that night. Where were you? Oh yeah, at that sleazy little bar whoring yourself out." Bingo. There was the Logan you knew. "At least I didn't go on a fucking rampage killing everyone on my path. Does that sound familiar?" You spat, venom lacing your words as they left your lips.

Logan's gaze drops to the floor, flashbacks of his past flooding back into his mind like a heavy fog that refuses to leave. "I was angry, (Y/N). The X-Men were all I had. They were my family. I couldn't just let them get away with it. I had to avenge them…" You cut him off, quickly barking back, "So killing innocents was the solution. I mean what the actual fuck, Logan. The humans hated us before that mess, only after did they finally see that irradicating our kind was the only way to eliminate the problem. Jesus Christ, you were no better than Magneto, Logan." Your words slashed through him like a scalding blade. Nothing could kill him, but your words came close. You saw him falter as he ran a hand through his short hair, rubbing his face for any form of comfort.

Your guard begins to fall seeing him at this incredible low. You knew you had screwed up that night, just as badly as he did. You should have been there to protect your family, but you weren't. You're just as much to blame as he is. You're pulled from your thoughts when you hear his gruff voice ring through your ears. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I fucked up. I know I did, but I just want to let the past go. I've been held down for too long now. If I could go back in time, I would change it all, but I can't. So please…" He slams a closed fist against the wall causing you to jump. "Please don't hold it against me anymore. We've both suffered too much. I'm sorry." His voice shakes and you finally see how broken he truly is. Despite every instinct in your body screaming at you to stay in place, you ignore them, slowly striding towards him. Only once your hand rests against his exposed shoulder does he lift his head, finding your saddened eyes looking deep into his soul. Your heart sinks when you see the growing pools of tears fill his eyes.

Any anger that you had held before seemed to wash away in an instant. A simple apology was all you ever wanted. "I forgive you, Lo." Your hand reaches up to his face, hovering just above the rough stubble against his chin. He leans forward connecting the soft flesh of your palm to his cheek. You brush a stray tear from his face with the pad of your thumb. He clears his throat and scrubs the wetness from his cheeks, reeling for something, anything to say to ease the pain for both of you. "I missed you, y'know. When I didn't find you with the rest I figured you had skipped town." You shake your head, offering a small smile in return for his confession. "No. I wasn't planning on leaving, but the TVA popped up at the mansion a few months after everything went down. They gave me two options. Be sent to the Void or help them out with a dying timeline. That's when they sent me here to aid Wade. Luckily enough for them, there wasn't another variant of me here so I fit nicely." You see the questioning look on his face as you explain why you're here. "I'll tell you everything eventually, but not right now. I'd like to leave the dramatics aside if that's okay." He nods against your palm.

You're surprised when Logan's arms begin to hesitantly snake around your waist, slowly pulling you into a warm embrace. He sighs, deeply inhaling your scent as his face rests in the crook of your neck. "You smell just as good as I remember." His breath fans along the sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the domestic display. You had never known Logan to be this soft, this gentle. Maybe he really had changed since his adventure with Wade. "I missed you too, Logan."

You pull away, just enough to catch his eyes. Then your gaze falls to his lips. You watch as they part, almost as if he was going to speak before they close again. The rising tension pulls you closer, leaving your face a few inches apart. In one quick motion, he breaks the distance allowing you to meet in a gentle kiss, filled with compassion, and maybe even a hint of love. Your lips dance along his like the most beautiful ballet. So gracious, so carefully and fully mapped out. At this moment two hearts that had been broken from pain and sadness began to heal, mending back together and uniting as one. This was not the Logan you left behind. This was the Logan that you knew before your whole world had gone to Hell. This was the Logan that you missed.

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[moon7jay]

omg I'm so in love with the way you write 💖

can you write first time with jungwon but his girlfriend is a bit traumatized by men cause of her bad experience? we really need gentleman jungwon yaay

I rarely write soft sex so bear with me if this isn't as good anon 🫡

DELICATE (y.jw)

MINORS DNI

Warnings : mentions of trauma, panic attack, smut, ig that's all?

Your mind went blank upon hearing the glass bottle crash on the floor, no longer intact it was shattered into pieces with the perfume it held inside gone to complete waste as the expensive fluid seeped into the carpet.

your hands shook as u heard jungwon's voice calling for u from the other room, your throat tightened and your vision started to become hazy, terror filling up your body, freezing it from inside out. You stayed rooted to your place, your heartbeat sounding too loud in your ears as u heard jungwon's footsteps get closer to where u were.

Panic was beginning to overtake u, your mouth gone dry and hold tightening on the dust cloth you were holding in your hands. Your eyes began to water and it was becoming difficult to breathe

"Baby what was that noise? You okay? " Jungwon's voice sounded muffled to you with the blood rushing to your brain. You looked up at him with distraught eyes as your boyfriend finally noticed the shattered perfume bottle.

His perfume bottle, to be precise.

"I-im so sorry, sorry j-jungwon I'm so s-sorry,it was an a-accident"

his head snapped up at hearing your trembling voice, taking in your shaking figure he took a step forward towards u. This action made u flinch, your trauma induced reflex working faster than u could comprehend, bringing two hands in front of you to protect yourself from the oncoming strike as you let the dust cloth fall to the floor and shrinking yourself in size as u begged for forgiveness.

Jungwon was stunned. What the fuck.

He halted his advance towards u instantly upon seeing how terrified u actually were of him. At the same time, he couldn't just stand there while u sobbed on your own. He slowly approached your crouched figure and took your hands softly in his own, removing them from the front of your face, revealing your tear stained cheeks, terrified eyes looking up at him to gauge his next move.

"I'm not going to hurt you baby" He whispered in a soothing tone, hoping it would bring u back. He wanted to puke. Seeing you like this was something he didn't want even in his worst nightmare. You thought he was gonna hit you? You? his sweet little love? he felt an insane urge to scream

Your form stayed frozen, quiet sobs and sniffles coming from your mouth as u stared into his love filled eyes. He loved you. This was your jungwon. He would never hurt you.

"I-ill buy u another, i-i promise I'm so s-sorry, please" u started crying again, fear overtaking all your senses, just the thought that he could stop loving you or leave u over ur stupid mistakes made you cry harder. Why were u such a loser, no wonder your ex didn't love you, no wonder he called you worthless, all u did was destroy things.

"Hey hey hey, look at me y/n, look at me baby-his warm hands cupped your wet face, breaking your inner monologue-i don't care ok? I don't care about that stupid perfume bottle, u can break hundreds of them, here, break this one too I don't give a single fuck"

He grabbed another expensive perfume bottle from his collection behind you and handed it to you

"Just stop crying, I love you, nothing matters more than u y/n, nothing, do u believe me baby? " He asked exasperatedly, his own eyes filling up with moisture just thinking about how deep your past suffering must be for you to react this way. His thumbs continually swiped under your eyes as warm moisture kept seeping from your eyes. But u were beginning to quiet down, nodding slowly,your body had stopped trembling and jungwon took this as a cue to finally wrap your heaving form in his arms. God you were so small, he felt a raging urge to hurt whoever had dared to damage your self esteem in such a drastic way.

He sighed in relief when he felt your arms coming up to wrap around his neck, burying your face in his chest, sniffing quietly.

Jungwon realized that day that you were someone very delicate and fragile at heart. the fact that you had given him the privilege of coming so close to u even after all that u had been through, he thanked his lucky stars for that. You were his baby and he swore to always treat u in a way that would give u no chance of experiencing that hurt ever again.

His hands tightened around your warm, soft body, kissing your head and whispering sweet nothings in your ears, letting u know that he loved you.

your giggles were like music to his ears, watching you like this was something he could do all day, just listening to you talk about random things and adding his own jokes here and there, making you laugh and hit his shoulder. This was all he wanted. You were all he wanted. and damn did he want u so bad.

He could not focus on what you were saying as his gaze pivoted to your delicious lips, he needed a taste and he needed a taste right now. He leaned towards you and cupped your cheek in his palm. you stopped mid sentence and stared into his eyes nervously, his face was inches from yours and the proximity was making u fidget.

"I want to kiss u baby, please tell me u want that too" He whispered and watched in amusement as you blushed profusely and gave him a small shy smile. A small nod from you was all he needed to capture your tempting lips in his own. The kiss started off as soft, but your taste was addicting as he delved further into your mouth, pressing his tongue against your lips, biting softly on your lower one which made u gasp in his mouth, giving him the chance to protrude his tongue into your warm mouth. Your taste was addicting, he reached deeper, licking into your warm cavity with passion. Your hands fisted the couch material that u were sitting on. The kiss felt so good. You had never been kissed with such want before. you were trying your best to return his passion by tangling your tongue with his own when all of a sudden you felt his other hand beginning to slip under your tank top, caressing your naked skin. Jungwon felt your body stiffen underneath his touch and he stopped his movements immediately, pulling back from the kiss. He heard your sharp inhale before he saw the tears gathering in your eyes. He immediately cupped your face "baby what's wrong, did I make u uncomfortable? " He asked softly, trying to understand your boundaries regarding physical touch.

He knew physical touch didn't come easy to you, it was something you struggled with on the daily and you and jungwon had come a long way from the first day when u flinched even from feeling him hold your hand and now u were wrapped around him like a koala everyday. There was progress and he didn't want to ruin it.

"I-im sorry, I don't know what happened" u whispered, a few tear drops rolling down your eyes. This was your jungwon, he would never do anything to hurt u, u reminded yourself. He cooed and shushed you, kissing your tears away

"It's okay baby, I'm willing to wait for u for however long it takes, do u understand me? " He asked and u nodded. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck and u stared deep into his eyes guiltily

"I don't want you to think that I don't want you, because I do " u whispered but jungwon shook his head, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you into his lap.

"Never. and I mean it y/n. Never do something u don't wanna do just because u want to spare my feelings. I love you and I would never forgive myself if I ever became the person u have been running from till now"

His words made u tear up and u buried your head in the crook of his neck. U don't remember for how long he whispered sweet confessions and how proud of you he was in your ear until u eventually drifted off to sleep in his arms.

You loved kissing jungwon. And u guessed he loved kissing you too because everytime u both were in a close proximity, his mouth was on yours, desperately making out. But the more time you spent in your boyfriend's arms with his tongue in your mouth the more your desire for him deepened. Your thighs desperately rubbing against each other, trying to get some sort of relief from the burning feeling between your legs.

And u knew that jungwon saw it too, u had seen how he would break the kiss to look down at your rubbing thighs and his eyes would darken and he would kiss you harder, messier. But he never dared cross your boundaries even once. His hands staying respectfully above your clothes, caressing your sides or holding your face, never venturing to touch the parts of you that u hadn't given him permission to touch yet.

And you were beginning to feel so safe around him. Jungwon was your safe place, your safe haven. so different from your past. so loving that u weren't used to being desired this way.

His every action screamed his adoration for you, making you gasp at how someone like him could want someone like you. And as much as he wanted you, he respected you. So much so that he taught u how to respect yourself and your emotions.

u weren't used to that. u weren't used to this. and even though everything was new to u and there were so many new feelings to process, you were sure about one thing. u wanted to give yourself to jungwon. u wanted to feel him intimately.

"um, wonie? " your hesitant voice captured your boyfriend's attention from where he was sitting working on his laptop, atop the couch

"Yeah sweetheart?" He asked u, his eyes looking at your figure sitting in the middle of the bed in nothing but his shirt. you blushed at the nickname and played with the hem of his shirt, making it ride further up your thighs. Your breathing became heavier when u saw how jungwon was ogling at your exposed thighs. One thing about your boyfriend was that he might not be able to touch u with his hands but his eyes were always caressing you every which way. His eyes and lust filled gaze were the reason it had been so difficult for u to control your desires from spiralling like this.

"Do u want to kiss?" u asked shyly, this was the first time u had taken initiative in matters like this

You almost laughed upon watching how fast your boyfriend was shutting down his laptop and sprinting to come close to you on the bed

He made u lie down on your back as he hovered over you, this was the first time u had been underneath him and u could tell that jungwon liked the view

"U know I always wanna kiss u baby, always wanna taste you" He whispered before lowering himself and capturing your lips in his own. You wrapped your arms around his neck, opening your mouth to make way for his tongue, slowly sucking on it, making him groan into your mouth. The sound reached straight between your legs and u were pulling away from the kiss to stare into jungwon's eyes. His panting breaths falling on your face

"Can-can we.. " u trailed off under his intense gaze, suddenly feeling too shy to tell him what u wanted. He sensed that as he bent down to kiss your nose

"Hey, tell me" His soft voice filled with absolute adoration made u more confident

"can we-can we try something new today? " u said, ur eyes looking for a reaction on his face, you bit ur lip when he smirked in shock and joy.

"Yeah? U wanna try something new baby?"

U nodded, pressing yourself closer to his body hovering over yours

"want u so bad won, please take me" u whispered at him and his jaw clenched.

Jungwon cursed under his breath and bent down to suck on the delicate skin of your neck

"Fuck u drive me insane y/n" He whispered, his hands moving down to caress your thighs, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth at his touch but before he could pull his hands away u were holding his hand there by urs.

"I'm okay, I'm okay I promise wonie" u assured him. His grip tightened on the soft flesh of your thighs at your words and he started caressing your flesh.

A sigh escaped from your lips upon feeling his touch, his touch made u feel safe, it didn't make u wanna run away. U closed your eyes and tangled your fingers in his hairs as he sucked small love bites throughout the length of your neck, his palms caressing every inch of naked skin they could find, finally getting the opportunity to grope your pretty body.

His pulled away to gather your shirt on your abdomen, revealing your panties underneath. You heard him curse some profanities while he pushed up the shirt further up your body, revealing your naval which made u bite your lower lip. His fingers prodded at your naval and he looked up at you with a hooded gaze

"Can i? " He asked, his voice heavy with lust and u nodded without asking him what he meant. U just knew that u were ready for whatever it was that he wanted to do. That's the reason why u were caught off gaurd when he started licking your naval, rolling his tongue around the skin of your abdomen, just licking your flesh, making out with it. You fisted the sheets around your head as he continued his ministrations. It felt so good.

His hands reached at the back of your bra and he was asking for your permission again. Soon enough u were left in just your panties, sweet moans filling the bedroom as your boyfriend kept sucking and groaning around your nipples, his hands rubbing over your slit from above your panties. Your fingers were buried in his hairs, pushing him further into ur flesh.

"J-jungwon, please, please" u begged for your boyfriend's touch, feeling your body burning, getting flushed with wanton desire

Jungwon came up to bite your lower lip and groaned at how wet you were, your slick beginning to ooze out from where he was rubbing u over your lace underwear.

"Gonna give u everything u want baby, ask me" he whispered and u moaned at the way his fingers were still pressing on your clit.

"I-inside, won please" you were too far lost into your desire to feel shy any longer. Jungwon looked at you with want, making u drip more. He watched your pretty body heaving and squirming underneath him and his inner beast growled to take and take.

But the way your big, innocent eyes were still fidgeting, his heart felt full of love for you. you were quite literally his everything

"R u sure y/n? We don't have to do this right now, I promise" he kissed your cheek, even though you could feel his hard on pressing against your thighs. You shook your head and kissed him deeply

"I'm sure, I've never been so sure about anything before baby, please make me yours" You whined and jungwon almost came in his pants at the pornographic sounds u were letting out.

Jungwon wanted to eat you out, but the bulge in his pants was starting to hurt, he needed to be wrapped inside your soft and warm pussy folds soon. He lifted himself off of you and finally unbuckled his pants, running his hungry eyes all over your panting figure as he got rid of all his clothes. God he had imagined u like this, naked and pliant underneath him on his bed a lot of fucking times but the real deal was a thousand times better.

You gasped upon seeing his hardened cock and u unconsciously rubbed your thighs together

"That's so big" u moaned and jungwon nodded

"worried it isn't gonna fit sweetheart?"

seeing u nod in worry had him chuckling. He hovered back over your body and inserted his tongue in your mouth while his fingers finally slipped aside your panties and started rubbing your clit in the earnest, swallowing your sinful moans.

Your hands tangled themselves in his locks again and u tugged hard when he inserted a finger in you experimentally, moaning softly

"Fuck, you're fucking soaking baby, so fucking hot" He whispered in your mouth as u continued to squirm and take his fingers in you. One became two , two became three and soon enough you were a blabbering mess, your wet walls clenching around his fingers, making him curse. Jungwon's tongue was tangled with yours when he decided to pull his fingers out of you, bringing the slick coated hand in between your kissing mouths, making you suck and lick on your own wetness while he did the same. Exchanging saliva and your wetness while u both made out messily.

"Taste so good baby, u're driving me crazy" Jungwon groaned, pulling back from your mouth and finally tugging at his cock. Groaning at the momentary relief, precum oozing out of it's slit, just turned on beyond belief. He ran his cockhead over your pussy, bumping your clit with his dick, making u gasp and moan, your hands fisting the sheets as you prepared yourself for the intrusion

"Ready? " He asked, his eyes looked loving as they stared at you, asking for your consent again and it made u fall in love a little harder with him. You nodded with a faint smile and he smiled back at you, coming back to kiss u deeply and lovingly, intertwining his one hand with yours, holding it beside your head while with the other he guided his cock inside of you, finally breaching your entrance in one thrust, swallowing up your screams.

Your hands came up to dig your nails into his shoulders as jungwon pulled out and thrust right back in. snapping his hips against yours with passion. You both stared into each other's eyes, panting and moaning into each other's mouth as he made love to you, your bodies brimming with pleasure

"Feels good yeah?" He groaned, hitting your cervix head on, his cockhead reaching that spot inside of you which made your mouth fall open, too lost in the pleasurable stimulation. u could only nod, bringing him down to kiss you again. Your thighs were covered in your leaking juices, the squelching sounds making it impossible for u to hide your desire. u were impossibly wet

The room was quite except for the skin slapping noises that your lust filled bodies were making, your hips chasing his hips, trying to grind back and moaning out your ecstasy. The tight, wet grip of your pussy around his shaft was making jungwon hungry, hungry for more and he started going deeper in you,wrapping your thigh around his waist. His thrusts remained slow but deep, stroking your insides, making you throb and clench.

Groans and whimpers of pleasure filled the room, whispers of "baby more" and "so good" being exchanged between the passionate sex. This was heaven.

"I love you" u whimpered as you felt yourself unraveling on his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, making him groan at how u deliciously clenched around him, pushing him closer to his own high

"I love u so much baby, your pussy feels so good" He moaned capturing your lips again, fucking you through your orgasm, his hips snapping faster and harder

Needles to say, jungwon took u slow and deep all night long, u both not getting enough of mating and grinding, using your hips to pleasure each other. He fucked u. No.

He made love to you.

He made love to you like u were something delicate, something precious that he needed to handle with care.

[dolicekiss]

Hello,

I‘m new to this blog and don‘t really understand how requests work, so here goes nothing. Would you be down to write a Hannibal x fem reader one shot, where the reader is from our universe into Hannibal‘s and meets him after a traumatic even through the FBI, she is a hige Fannibal so she immediately recognises the settings and him.( i don‘t really mind if it‘s with fluff or smut)

♡: i j realized i get perfect requests with the plot in them but i still write down the synopsis because aesthetic 💀

All known

PAIRING: Hanninal Lecter x kinda infatuated!Reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: typical cannibalistic hannibal, kidnapping, rape attempt (not done by hannibal dw), talkative reader (basically she's heart eyes for him), manipulative hannibal, fluff at the end, that's all !! i found this idea very cute and couldn't end it with smut

SYNOPSIS: Transporting to a new world, especially the one of your favorite show was not something you thought was even possible. But here you were, captured by some serial killer who wanted to harm you, though when your saviour walked through a white door, you did not expect it to be Hannibal Lecter. The famous serial killer and cannibal.

Seeing a tiktok about transporting to the universe of the show you last watched was only for amusement. You hadn't actually expected it to happen when you woke up chained in some dusty basement — ankle sore, clothes torn and abruptly changed into different ones.

The worst part? You were oblivious to what was going on.

Whether this was a mere dream, or a nightmare. Just what was even happening? Before you could even acknowledge your surroundings or the position you were, the door opened and there stood a man. His silhouette intimidating you.

You tugged on the chain but to no avail.

“Excuse me, where am I?”

The man appeared angry, and a little unstable too from the dark circles around his dark impassive eyes, not forgetting the way he twitched. It was all too intimidating for you and like a prey, you pressed yourself deeper into the corner. Heart beat picking up at the thought of danger and then the man reached for your ankle, his rough hand wrapping around it.

He tugged onto you and with one single pull, he had you right underneath him. Realization dawned upon you like heavy cement, eyes widening at what the man's intentions were. You had no idea how you'd ended up like this, in this situation but getting out of it meant more than chasing after answers.

Setting your confusion aside, as you registered the man's hand creeping up your thigh, you kicked at him. It sent him back but he regained composure, his hand walloping you across the face.

The stinging sensation was too real for all this to be a vivid nightmare. You felt the blood run warm in your skin and your throat parched. Heart beating vigorously in your chest, you struggled when the man tried to grasp your wrists.

Pushing himself against you, putting all his body weight onto you.

He'd made a grave mistake by not restraining your hands. You did everything in your power, whether it was scratching his face off like a wild beast or smacking him — all to set yourself free and from the horrible deed that was about to be done to you.

As he grabbed both your wrists in a seething tight grip, you cried out. The man's face became a blur, hard ridges of his face melting away into the background. Growing lighthearted by each moment, your brain helped you freeze.

It all happened in the flick of a light switch.

Doors slamming open, multiple men running in and hoisting the man from above you. Just as he was about to undo his buckle and indulge further into the crime. Your body somehow made it to the corner of the room, knees pressed into your chest and head buried between them.

The whole situation had left you flummoxed.

Eyes wide and tears continuously falling down, the shouts of men and a few women evolved into a ringing side. Your ears beginning to throb from the raw cruelty that you were about to face.

The act of taking your humanity away from you.

“Are you alright?” Came a deep — weirdly familiar voice from behind the blurs and rings of sounds. Your head slowly lifted up and when your gaze finally accustomed to your surroundings, a gasp escaped.

A familiar face.

One you didn't know personally but was well aware of its existence.

Its entirely fictional existence.

“Miss, are you alright?” He asked, his Lithuanian accent prominent and the lilt almost made you shrink the space between the two of you.

Your lips parted. “Hannibal?”

He was bewildered for a moment. How did you know his name? It wasn't the fact that you knew of his name which left him this—distraught but with so much longing and familiarity you pronounced it. Like you'd known him all your life, saw into his soul rather the demeanor he put out.

Hannibal, for the first time ever, was perplexed.

“Let me help you.” He slowly reached for you and you allowed him, knowing the type of man he was. Chances of him touching you inappropriately were lower than the pits of hell — him devouring you though? That was a different story.

You allowed him to present help.

After witnessing the poor situation of your clothes, he shrugged his coat off and draped it over your shoulders. You reminded yourself that the man was fond and appreciative of polite people, so you thanked him in the form of a light whisper.

“If you're here that means Will Graham is too, a-and Jack Crawford.” You said, reminiscing the collection of the characters from the last show you'd watched. “Is Beverly here?”

Hannibal didn't know what was going on.

Okay, maybe you'd known him through his lectures or books, or — giving himself the benefit of the doubt; you were his patient but Hannibal knew if you were, he would not have forgotten it. You asked for his colleagues like you knew him, on a personal level. How could that be possible?

“Jack Crawford isn't here.” Hannibal whispered, leading you outside to the ambulance.

From the corner of your eye you caught Will Graham and a subtle smile appeared. After sitting down in the ambulance, you finally decided to register the area. A broken, torn down cabin in the middle of nowhere. Dry and yellow grass surrounding its porch and walls — showcasing its preference of solitude over human companionship.

The man who'd brought you harm was nowhere to be found, probably taken into custody and you sighed.

Had you magically somehow transported into the show’s universe? Was that it? Or had they transported into yours? Thinking further into this only caused you a hammering headache and you leaned your head against the side of the ambulance.

The nurse tended to your wounds, cleaning the lacerations caused on your arm and hands, all while you stared at Hannibal. He was truly such a beautiful man. With an aristocratic air to him and a demeanor so warm yet cold — akin to a sizzling brownie topped with a scoop of freezing vanilla ice cream.

Your stomach growled a little.

Then Will walked over to you, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “Hey, are you okay?”

You nodded your head. Even though you'd suffered from an almost rape attempt, the fact that you were surrounded by your favorite characters had you over the moon. The complexities of your own emotions were all over the place and enough to drive you mad.

Will analyzed you.

You were far from okay.

Your hair a mess, covered in dirt and some dried leaves poked through. Clothes torn all over, exposing glimpses of your flesh and dirty skin. It was clear you'd been the man's captive for days, if not – weeks. Will felt angry at himself for his incompetence for not being able to track the serial rapist down any faster than he did.

Despite the mess you were, both men noticed there was this subtle smile on your face. Everytime you laid your eyes on Hannibal, your cheeks flourished and your smile threatened to widen.

Will looked at Hannibal. “A moment, Hannibal?”

The man nodded, walking to the side with Will. Eyeing him, with utter curiosity. “Doctor, is she going to be alright?”

Hannibal looked at you and then at Will, slowly nodding his head. He didn't want to inform Will just yet about how deeply you knew them and their team. He was curious and wanted to pry more into this, especially the way you looked at him.

Like a lost puppy finally finding its way to his owner.

You were soon taken to the hospital and after a thorough check up, the doctor ruled you to be completely fine. Just minor lacerations that were tended to and you were let go. Outside the hospital, you stood with Hannibal and Will.

An arm wrapped around you.

Hannibal exchanged a glance with Will then he turned to you. “Let me take you home, miss.”

You blinked.

You had no home, especially not here.

In the real world, your home was far from here and if you tried to explain that to Hannibal, he'd only assume you to have gone mad under the suffering of a heinous crime. So you lied, straight through your teeth.

“I have no home.” it wasn't actually a lie as you technically did not have a home in this world, oblivious to your whole life and what character you actually were. Hannibal looked at Will and then the two nodded.

“Then, can I take you to my home? It is not safe for you to be alone, especially after facing such a.. dark side of humanity.” You were not going to decline at all. Especially knowing you were a huge fan of Hannibal, everything related to him intrigued you.

The man was taken aback by the enthusiasm decorating your face when you'd heard his offer and you nodded your head, rather eagerly. He'd lead you to his car after you were completely taken care of. Hannibal’s car smelled like him, like nature and art and your couldn't help but relish in it.

He stole glances from you, finding you intriguing.

Reaching his home, your poorly contained excitement was blossoming like tulips across your face. All the furniture, the interior, the color of the walls – exactly the same as you'd seen it in on a screen. Your lips were stretched in a delightful smile, analyzing his humble abode.

“You have a beautiful house.” Your compliment made Hannibal swoon a little. “I prefer your office more though. It is very dark, suits you much more. Your bedroom is completely in contrast to both areas — it is more of a green shade rather than hues of blues and browns.”

Hannibal blinked a little.

You knew what his bedroom looked like?

He wasn't creeped out by you getting all the little color palettes correct, but you were too good at it. How was it possible, for you to be this good at it when you hadn't been to his house at all? Hannibal was at a loss of words for the first time ever in his life.

“Have you been here before?”

You shook your head. “First time and I must say, the cameras don't do it justice.”

The camera?

Were you a damn stalker?

Hannibal ran his tongue over his lips, contemplating whether to confront you about knowing his home this well or to let you dwell deeper into your passion for him and his home.

“You're a peculiar one.” He said, before disappearing inside his room. The man came back with a fresh set of clothes — his clothes and your eyes widened with pure excitement upon seeing your favorite V neck red sweatshirt and the pair of loose pants. You recalled back to the episode in which he wore that and you'd fallen entirely in love with him.

“I love this sweater.” You said, a bright smile clipped on your face. “You looked absolutely handsome in it, Hannibal. I must get changed this instant.”

And then you left. Wandering into his house like you'd been here before, like you knew which turn landed you in which part of the house. It was all too overwhelming, even for a man like him and he'd ruled you as a stalker. There was no way you could know so much, this much about him.

When you came back dressed in the outfit, Hannibal swallowed. The sweater was twice your size, slipping down your shoulders and exposing them. Your marred skin awakening a stab of a prominent ache within him as he drank you in.

“I shall prepare dinner.” He said, nodding his head and a smile of amusement etched itself to your face. You knew what he was going to cook, what he'd feed you and present to you on the table.

The idea should've grossed you out.

Instead it thrilled you.

Your sweater paws flapping here and there when you moved, following him into the kitchen like a lost pet. Hannibal didn't like your presence there — especially when he was cooking yet you sat there on a stool, watching him perform a macabre of food.

Hannibal retrieved a packet from his freezer, a well preserved heart.

You tilted your head. “Who's heart is it?”

His movements came to a halt when the words fell from your lips. He registered the dark meaning lingering behind your words and then he reached over for the knife. His action made you sigh, as you shook your head.

“I have not spoken a word about this to anyone, Doctor nor will I.” You said, looking at him with your puppy like gaze. His fingers loosened around the knife when he witnessed the raw loyalty you were willing to owe him, your eyes giving away your emotions.

Hannibal pulled open the bag and began to cook, all while you watched. With strong enthusiasm, lips stretched into a grin. Hannibal’s cooking was flawless. How he moved so swiftly like he was born with the skill. Your eyes ran across his revealed arms, loving the way his sleeves were rolled up.

“You have beautiful arms.” You commented and Hannibal acknowledged you with a simple glance.

To him, you were no less than some new species of an animal he'd discovered buried somewhere in a forest. The way you spoke, how serene you were despite knowing that what he was cooking was a human heart. Aware of his murders, of his cannibalistic tendencies.

Yet you stayed glued to your stool to watch him cook.

He found it almost, endearing.

“I really like the way you cook. I think it holds a certain type of beauty which is entirely unexplainable. It can be only felt — deep in the bones and the heart, when you perform it.” You were practically swooning over him and Hannibal took note of that. Flattery was definitely getting you somewhere.

Hannibal knew he was handsome, intelligent and beyond the basic understanding of many men.

But no one had praised him this openly, this straight forward and upfront. You were like a breath of fresh air for him as you did not speak in metaphors at all. Something he was not used to at all.

“Thank you, Darling.” He sent a short lived smile and you fucking melted.

Seeing the smile lines form was like an arrow shot straight to your heart.

He'd finished cooking and then he ushered you to the dining room. A few moments later Hannibal arrived with the food decorated in a trolley and began to serve you. Knowing that the food was made out of your own species, you scrunched your nose.

Then you looked at Hannibal.

“I've never had human meat.” You whispered, toying with the hem of your terribly oversized sleeve. Hannibal understood your queasiness, it wasn't everyday that he found people that were as accepting and forthcoming as you were regarding what he was and who he was.

He couldn't force you to eat it.

He wanted you to accept that part on your own terms. “I have arranged side dishes. Vegetables and rice, please have that.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

Hannibal had barely known you for a few hours yet he was already beginning to become fond of you. Not only were you polite but you did not treat him differently and somehow you knew everything about him. He couldn't possibly let you go.

For the first time he saw possibility for camaraderie.

Hannibal, once done serving you, now served himself the meat. You watched as he carefully sliced into it and then stabbed it with his fork, bringing it to his lips. Your own wrapped around the metal spoon, chewing the rice drenched in a thich gravy of potatoes and tomatoes. It was delicious, the second it collided against your taste buds. Blossoming like sunflowers underneath the sun and melting like ice beneath the rays of the scorching sun.

“It's so good.” You cheerfully said, nodding your head as eagerly you collected more rice in your spoon. Hannibal smiled and muttered a thank you, continuing to eat his own meal.

You looked around the room, chewing on the potatoes. Cheeks swollen with food and Hannibal awed at the sight. You were completely different than him, a being entirely opposite of him. You'd definitely come from a different world as he never ever found people like you in his.

He couldn't help but become curious once more. Hawk like eyes following your every little move. From the twitch of your eyes to the bright, gleaming smile adorning your features.

“Is there something that you don't know about me?” He asked, an eyebrow lifted.

You ran over wet tongue over your lips and nodded. “Did you kill the people who harmed your sister, Mischa?”

Hannibal’s fork which scraped against the ceramic plate stopped. His head rising up, to face you. There is nothing on his face but the way he's turning the fork between his fingers gives away that he is indeed feeling something.

“Yes.” Hannibal responded, calmly.

Then he went back to eating and that's all you needed to know.

Dinner came to an end when you were both done and Hannibal lead you to his guest room. Giving you a brief lecture on what item is where and if you have any late night cravings to satisfy, there are snacks in the cupboard of his kitchen.

You felt almost like a child.

“Goodnight, Darling.” His little term of endearment simply came from his politeness but god, it madd you feek all gummy and jelly inside. You could only blush at his words, cheeks hearing up like a pie in the microwave, swelling up due to the large smiles you were practically shooting his way.

Hannibal departed from the guest room and you dropped on the bed, arms extending out to grasp on to the thick blanket for some sort of comfort. Being surrounded by Hannibal and all the characters that you thought were once fiction, it was all overbearing a little and had made you forget about the horrifying event that'd taken place.

You didn't want to go back to your world at all.

As dangerous as this universe was.

It still provided you with some comfort.

Falling asleep wasn't difficult at all, as Hannibal’s mattress was extremely comfortable. The problem raised when you began to suffer from a nightmare about your traumatic event, how the man had you cornered and what he was going to do you.

Your breath was uneven, body sweaty and goosebumps littered everywhere when you jolted up. Head nearly hitting the headboard but a pillow prevented the silly accident of yours. Tears had emerged from your waterline and you brought your knees to your chest, finding solace in hiding your face there.

Your soft sniffles echoed down the hallway and into Hannibal’s room. The man already couldn't sleep, the only thing on his mind being you but when he heard your soft cries, he didn't waste a single moment throwing the blanket off him and slipping on his dark silk robe.

He strolled down the hallway where your room was and found the door already agape.

So he stepped inside, staring at you, as your body shook violently from the overwhelming tears and cries. Hannibal’s presence was difficult to avoid and you slowly lifted your head, finding him there in the doorway. The man contemplated whether to closs the distance between him and your bed.

He sighed and walked over.

“I'm scared.” Your voice was low, a painful whisper of horror. Hannibal sat down besides you on the bed and instinctively you moved, allowing him further space to occupy right next to you. You laid your head on his chest when he extended his arms, tears seeping into the silky fabric.

His hand ran up and down your hair, to soothe you. “You're safe now. That monster has been apprehended.”

“I know. I'm fine but I had a nightmare.. It was so—” You hiccuped, burying your face in his chest. “real. I could feel his touch.”

Hannibal held you against him. This confused him. He was never a man to showcase his affections like this but here he was. Holding you, caressing you, calming you down as if that were his only priority. He couldn't understand why he took you in, despite your weird nature of accumulated knowledge about him.

He couldn't abandon you.

He couldn't let Will have you too.

Time passed by. As your cries died down and silence was restored in the room, he took a peek down and found you asleep. Lips parted to let our soft little even breaths, arms tightly wrapped around his torso. Hannibal leaned his head on yours, thumb stroking the side of your cheek.

He himself found it difficult to stay awake and fell asleep with you copped up like a lamb in a wolf’s sharp teeth.

[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Black Noir

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Staring at you lovingly, he caresses your face. Your arm. Your stomach. Earving carries you to the bathroom for cleanup and carries you back when you're done. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Earving: Arms. They are toned perfectly. They look very good when he's wearing a T-shirt. He flexes them in front of the mirror like he's a bodybuilder lol 

You: Stomach. Black noir is a sucker for a nice stomach. He will have his hands on your tummy in some type of way. Holding, rubbing, etc. Tummies are just adorable to him for some reason. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Doesn't care where he comes, he's just happy to be there! Although, it looks very nice on your skin….

He has an average amount of cum. For some reason, it always has a nice taste. Good for swallowing.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His cartoon animals had to give him a demonstration on how sex looked like and how it should feel. Although grateful, it was traumatizing to see that play out. And embarrassing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Fairly. He's had a few sexual experiences with other people. It's pretty scattered. Black Noir is an expert in everything that he does. So, his stroke game is absolutely fire 🔥. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Earving can be silly if he's in the mood to be. He has pretended your nipples were joysticks a couple of times 😑. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ahhhh so tidy! He keeps his lower curls trimmed at all times. Unless he's been on a mission for a while. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's a cartoon-style romantic. Seriously does everything you'd see in a show or movie. It's extremely romantic- often a bit overwhelming. But it's cute to witness. Earving likes holding your hand during sex. Everything.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sometimes he will jack off, only when you aren't available. Black Noir would rather wait until he gets back to you. The orgasms hit harder.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Roleplay/cosplay, phone sex, abduction play, voyeurism, bondage, etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom or an abandoned building (abduction play) 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Flirting, mainly. Watching you when you're alone; if you walk around nude, then he'll go a little crazy. Rubbing your own stomach is a turn on as well. Being silly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing that seriously hurts you or him. Also, don't touch his head injury during sex. He's okay with it before or after. Also, no blindfolding him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Black noir prefers to give and he does it well. Your toes will definitely curl. 

He doesn't care to receive. It's just that he prefers to be inside you than getting a BJ. But if you really want to, he will let you. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on what you tell him you want. He's great at going slow and hard though.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a huge fan of quickies himself. Only if he's extremely horny and about to go on a mission will he consider one.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Somewhat, it depends on the activity. Earving will weigh out the pros and cons before making a decision.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Black noir is a supe, and a very strong one. His stamina is amazing. He can keep going until you say stop. He hasn't reached his limit before.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

At most, he'd own one toy, but he's good with his hand. For you, he will contribute to your collection. He loves watching you masturbate with them. And he likes using them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Surprisingly, he can be a big tease. Earving wants to see your reaction to being teased. He thinks your faces are cute and frustrated sounds are sexy. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Somewhat loud. He will moan and say your name. And give you praise. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He avoids wearing his suit when he's at home and he turns off his suit camera during any abduction plays. However, one time, he forgot to turn it off during one of your sessions. The next meeting he had a Vought featured them trying to sell the footage as an exclusive sex tape. He almost eviscerated everyone in that room.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8", moderate thickness. His dick is pretty looking actually 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate. He's very controlled. It's higher when you're around.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will stay up for a while after. Depending on what he needs to do, he may or may not sleep. But what he will do is kiss and hold you with love

[galpalo]

(SPOILER)

Okay so I can’t fit ALL my screenshots here so I’ll focus on the ones I found most interesting. I will not apologize for shamelessly rambling, you WILL listen. Also this is not in order of the events.

(funfact: all of them scenarios were my favorite)

NORI FLASHBACK I REPEAT. R.i.p to the “intern”.

Can I just say I find it cute how similar Uzi and her mother are? Look at the band posters and her music tastes, plus the drawings (there’s one also on the desk!) but I did not expect her to be a heart-core remain of her old body.

BLONDE TWINS ARE BACK. THEORISTS YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN.

This moment

I did not ask to be hurt for a fraction of a second

I would scream too if I saw a trauma ghost of my past-life crush standing in front of me. Seriously though, this moment was funny

SO YOURE MEANING TO TELL ME, THEY WERE NOT JUST PROGRAMMED TO WIPE OUT ALL WORKER DRONES.

BUT ALSO THE HUMAN RACE. It unexpectedly makes sense?! Because back at episode 5 “home”, the absolute solver took cyn as a host to MURDER all humans at the gala. AND NOT ONLY DID THEY SUCCED HERE.

THE SOLVER FREAKIN. KILLED TESSA AND USED HER SKIN AND BODY??? THEORISTS HOW THE HELL DID YOU PREDICT THIS. TESSA WAS NOT TESSA. (Also this is a nice callback to Liam’s old works)

LOOK. THE SKIN-MASK. THE ARMS. THE FACE. POOR TESSA.

This moment made my heart race. When I tell you I GASPED. At first shocked by tessa being vague and kinda of a douche. And then N freakin- KILLING HER?? (That was before finding out it was the solver) girl didn’t even finish her sentence before he SLASHED her throat. AND N FREAKING OUT OVER IT FOR A SECOND. MY BABYS. MY FUCKED UP FAVORITES.

KHAN IS BACK AND I HAVE NOT BEEN HAPPIER. Lizzy and Thads confusion (mostly Thad’s) were funny.

Look at him so used and casual about the solvers powers (which raises a question) and thad and lizzy panicking in the backgrounD. Also him fixing the railgun?? And he KNEW about uzis cannibalistic tendencies? Did he notice or he saw NORI eat humans? And the fact he complained about her “nightcore” music taste. She’s just like her mom

Best not to ask Thad.

WHEN I TELL YOU IM IN DENIAL OVER DOLLS DEATH.

I WAS SO SCARED I THOUGHT THE SOLVER TOOK HER (doll) AS A HOST?? I AM IN DENIAL. I TELL YOU. UZI IS TRAUMATIZED. EVERYONE IS TRAUMATIZED. IM TRAUMATIZED. UZI SHES WARNING YOU.

THEM. THEM. IM. SCREAMING. THEM.

Even as a heart, a mother is a mother. She’s right tho Zi. (Also when she told N she knew Doll was infected with the solver. Nori. You’ve got some explaining with so little time to do so.)

J is back and I have NEVER been happier. Again. Also her “PRIOR HAZARD” message when seeing the RAILGUN khan fixed. GIRL IS NOT HAPPY TO SEE IT.

[aidenlydia]

Uhh just a silly Robert Pattinson Batman x Heath Ledger Joker idea~

Idk I was replaying the Telltale series because I'm obsessed with the idea of Bruce and J being best friends, and that got me thinking about this crossover.. Every black cat autism creature needs their golden retriever boyfriend after all.

They start off as unlikely friends in their youth, because Bruce doesn’t socialize and J is the certified class clown. Underneath all the laughter J's very traumatized and his only “value” is being fun to be around, so he compensates by using humor. Bruce ends up being the one who truly sees him and listens even when J’s not being entertaining. Similarly, J doesn’t misinterpret Bruce’s lack of social skills as him being cold or having no empathy and doesn't find him intimidating at all. Because Bruce is raised by his butler he's very sheltered and J helps him live a little.

Once Bruce becomes Batman, J could be part of his team. It's a Spiderman situation at first, where J has to realize his bf is the one behind the mask. Someone after Bruce or Batman could then target J, leading to the actual creation of the Joker (involving a chemical vat... and some memory loss perhaps....)

[victoria-writes]

I will never forget you.

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Legolas proposes to you and reassures you that he wants to be with you. Fluff & Angst with a happy ending + bonus ending

Word Count: 1605

Notes:

Reader is human

No gender or pronouns used to refer to the reader. Reader is briefly mentioned to have short hair

MENTIONS OF DEATH (reader's). Don't read if you're not ok with thinking about your own mortality xoxo

Read it on AO3 here

Story:

It has been months since you moved to Mirkwood with the prince following the disbandment of the fellowship and destruction of the one ring. Sometimes your mind would drift to what could’ve happened had the ring fallen into the wrong hands or if any other evil lies dormant, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. You could never sit with these thoughts for long, though. Legolas seemed to have a sixth sense for when you needed to see the good in the world again. Today was one of those days. 

“Come, there is something I wish to show you”, the elf smiled as he stretched his hand out, waiting for you to take it from your place sitting in a wooden chair inside the royal palace. 

“It better not be another elk giving birth in the woods. I’m still traumatized from your idea of ‘the beauty of nature’”, you grimace at the memory still not extending your hand.

“No, no, nothing like that. I promise”, he chuckles softly.

“Fine”.

Legolas had brought you to a clearing in the forest, surrounded by old-growth trees and wildflowers. White queen anne’s lace, forget-me-nots, and flowers whose names you did not know, who only seemed to grow near where elves trot, filled your eyes. This is not the first time he’s found a quiet spot in nature to take you, and it will surely not be the last. While overlooking the rainbow of colors seemingly dancing in the field in front of you, you sneak a glance at the elf from the corner of your eye. He stands confidently with his hands behind his back next to you and smiles. If it were anyone else looking at him, they’d think he was completely at ease. Anyone but you. The look in his eyes said “Do you like it? Do you? Please tell me you like it.”. He always wanted to impress you, whether it be shooting three arrows at once when one would suffice, wearing his nicest clothes (“Legolas why are you wearing your ceremonial attire?” “Don’t worry about it, father”.), or finding the best places to take you. Be still, your beating heart. For a nearly 3,000 year old elf, he acted like a lovesick teenager. 

“It’s absolutely beautiful”, you finally say after a long silence. Legolas releases tension in his shoulders he didn’t even realize he was holding. 

“I knew you would. Let us sit in the grass.”, he guided you so that he was sitting with your back against his chest, his legs on either side. 

You felt your tongue form teasing words about him taking you on a hike to a remote spot just for a cuddle, but they faded away as he wrapped his arms around your sides and began to plant soft, slow kisses on your neck and shoulder. You melted into his warm touch. 

“May I braid your hair?”

“Yes, but there’s not much to braid.”, you reply. You had recently gotten a haircut and felt as though Legolas may be disappointed. He was very enthusiastic about your new look the first time he saw it, but now you fear he may not enjoy it. 

“Nonsense, I shall make many small plaits instead”.

“Alright”, you relaxed into his hands as he began to weave strands of hair behind you. You closed your eyes, as you reveled in the feeling of the sunlight on your face as he worked. All was quiet aside from the occasional bird chirping or squirrel running up a tree. A warm feeling took hold in your chest and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. You were safe. You were happy. You were in love. 

Millenia seemed to pass before Legolas announced he was done. True to his word, he had formed many braids in your hair. He may have gone a little overboard with just how many he made, but he just loved the feeling of being so close to you and never wanted it to end. 

“Thank you”, you whisper as your turn to face him, giving him a peck on the lips. You move your hand to feel the back of your head, itching to feel the braids your lover gifted you. Soft. Your fingers feel something soft. Something thin and soft. 

“Forget-me-not flowers”, Legolas clarified, seeing you trying to decipher with your fingers, “I thought them appropriate”.

“Why is that?” “They are gifted to one whose presence you enjoy, so as not to forget them, as the name implies. I could never forget you and I hope you would not forget me. Each past day with you is a beloved memory and each day to come cannot come soon enough. I treasure each moment with you. I feel myself drowning in my affection for you. No, peacefully swimming. I adore you. I cannot bear to be without you.”, he says softly as he holds both your hands and kisses each one, never breaking eye contact.

“Oh, Legolas”

“Meleth nîn”, he uses his hands to guide you both to your feet. As you look up into his bright blue eyes, he whispers “Please allow me to never be without you. Allow me to walk beside you for all the days we may share together before death takes us. I have lived millennia without you. Now that I know what life is like with you in it, I never want to go back. I want you with me, always.”

“Are you asking me-?”, you begin as he kneels down in front of you and pulls out a ring from his pocket.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”, he gazes at you with hope in his eyes as he lifts the ring towards you. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes!”, he quickly puts the ring on your left ring finger and you pull him into a harsh kiss. You and the elf wear matching smiles as you kiss long and hard. 

“I’m so happy, Legolas…but is this what you really want?”, your smile drops as your nerves hit you. “Of course, my love. Why do you question my intentions?”.

“It’s not your intentions that I question. It’s just that you’re…you”, you vaguely gesture at the elf.

“I’m not following.”

“You’re a prince. I’m poor. You’re an elf that’ll live thousands of years. I’m a human that’ll be lucky if I make it to 70.” “I don’t care about that.”

“Your father won’t approve.” “I care not what my father thinks. His opinion of our union will not sway me.” 

“Then what of my mortality? One day I will die and leave you alone.”

He sighs before he speaks, “I must admit I have thought long and hard on this subject. The thought of your death pains me to no end.” “Exactly. Our marriage would be short-lived in your long lifetime and I will become nothing but a memory to you, one that will fade one day.”

“What are you saying?” “I’m saying you love me now, but one day I will die and you’ll move on and I’ll mean nothing to you. One day you’ll laugh at how you ever loved a silly human”, tears began to well in your eyes, shame overtaking you as you finally let out the fears you’ve been harboring all this time. Your gaze drifts downwards, unable to face your elven lover. Legolas’ eyes widened in realization, shocked at your true feelings. He manages to compose himself and lifts your chin up with his index finger. 

“Meleth nîn, look at me. Y/N, please.”, he whispers his request. 

“It is true that my life will continue when yours ends.”

Hot tears began to run down your cheeks at this. 

“But”, he swipes the tears away with his thumb, “You will always be a part of it. Even when you are gone, I will love you. You have shown me love that I did not think was possible. When you are gone, I will visit your grave with flowers each day. I will braid my hair and miss the touch of yours. I will never remarry. I will walk the paths we have taken together. I will meditate in this very spot, remembering this moment. I will never forget you. In life and in death, we are connected. I love you”.

“And I love you”, you barely choke the words out through your tears. 

“Knowing all this, my silly human,”he teases before turning serious, “Will you marry me?” “Of course, I’ll marry you, you ridiculous elf”.

You both grin as Legolas lifts you up and spins you in his arms. When your feet are planted on the Earth again he kisses you deeply. As you feel your lips on your own, you imagine a thousand more kisses each day with him for the rest of your days. 

Bonus

Many moons have passed since your passing. Legolas meant every word of his promise and has done all that he said. Before he rests each night, he reads the book on his nightstand, your favorite book of poems. He recalls reading it to you on nights your eyes were too tired as he pet your hair while you laid on his chest. When he wakes each morning, he glares at the large empty space beside it, wishing it were you. Although his heart pangs at the loss of you, he finds joy and comfort in revisiting your old haunts, his favorite being the spot where he proposed to you. Today, our elf wanders into the cemetery. “Hello, meleth nîn”, he smiles as he places a bouquet of freshly picked forget-me-nots on your grave.

[thecattishdragon]

I'm just gonna... -dumps all of my N headcanons-

- Pansexual

- Adhd & Autism

- 20 years old

- Born/created on April 22nd

- Height: 6’6

- Ptsd, scared of loud noises

- Likes carrying Uzi around. Mostly does it when she’s tired or feeling sad.

- Knows a lot about many animals, not just dogs. Often randomly brings up facts about animals during conversation. 

- Has dents and scratches from J and V. Most of them are covered by his coat, so nearly nobody knows.

- Collects random things he finds interesting. Stickers, Books, Rocks he finds cool, and various shiny things are some of the things he collects the most. He gives shiny things, cool rocks, etc. to Uzi :>

- Rubs his claws together and taps them on things to stim

- Curls his tail around himself holds it in his hands when uncomfortable/nervous/scared

- Launches self into the air like a cat whenever startled

- Pets Uzi’s tail like a dog whenever it’s around (It LOVES him for this)

- VERY fluffy and soft hair. 

- likes headpats and scritchies ^^

- Sometimes chases tail when bored (Did this A LOT before the events of Episode One)

- Defensive of Uzi when J is around, Curls tail around her, pulls her closer, etc.

- Gets VERY flustered VERY easily. He can go from chill to a blushing mess just with a small kiss or a flirtatious remark

- His hair is just long enough to be pulled into a little ponytail. Uzi finds this absolutely adorable but TELLS NOBODY

- Often eats things he’s not supposed to. Chalk, wood, dirt, etc. His thought process is “I wonder what this tastes like.. Nothing bad will happen if I eat this, right? 

Ehhh it’ll be fine” Most of the time it’s fine. *most*

- His voice can go veeerry deep.

- Just as oilthirsty as J and V are, he’s just most excited about the HUNT, not the killing itself. He has single-handedly contributed to around 2/4 of the corpse spire

due to him wanting to be seen as somewhat useful

- Does like most anime, even the violent and gory ones.

- Sometimes has flashback episodes or nightmares where he vividly relives all the traumatic stuff that’s happened to him. Completely silent most of the time, tail curled around himself, trembling, sometimes wings covering himself, eyes closed tightly or just staring into the void

- He loves reading. He can read BIG WORDS like DISCOMBOBULATE and ABOMINATION

- Freaks out whenever he’s near a cute animal. Which, to him, is EVERY animal. Tessa has had to stop him from petting a crocodile before.

- Gets spooked and hides under the nearest bed, table, chair, couch, blanket, pillow, etc. or behind Uzi like a dog whenever there’s fireworks or lightning. He does 

think that fireworks are pretty when he doesn’t hear them

- Carries Uzi when she’s tired on long flights

- Separation anxiety

- Has the urge to touch EVERYTHING. Whether it be a cute animal or weird thing he found on the ground, he wants to touch it.

- You know this boi gives the best hugs and cuddles <3

- Clings to Uzi in his sleep and covers her with his wings. Most of the time he doesn’t even do it consciously, he just automatically does it.

- Frequent :3 :0 :D :) :( D: XD :3c etc. user

- Extremely skilled in making/preparing all kinds of drinks

- Was never really the same after the events of the show. He’s recovered well, but he’s not exactly the same. More easily saddened/angered, jumpier, anxiety levels higher, etc. 

[bradshawsvinyl]

Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

When you guys first start dating, Carmy isn’t very affectionate. You have to initiate majority of the physical touch. Carmy is super guarded at the start of your relationship. As time goes on, he gets a little bit more comfortable and starts to initiate small touches and kisses.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be an attentive best friend. He would pay attention to your favorite foods and make them for you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Carmy loves to cuddle. (although he would never admit that to anyone.) After a long day of work he likes cuddling with you and listening to your heartbeat. It grounds him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Carmy does want to settle down with you eventually. Of course Carmy is good at cooking!!! He loves making you your favorite meals to cheer you up. When it comes to cleaning, Carmy isn’t the best at it. He just also doesn’t have time to worry about cleaning. He spends a lot of time at the restaurant so he has to cut back somewhere.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Carmy would definitely ghost you. He’s very avoidant and wouldn’t be able to break things off in person.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He knows you’re the one very early in the relationship. He’s waiting for things at The Bear to calm down before he pops the question.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s gentle when it comes to you. He loves taking care of you. He showers you with gentle kisses and touches whenever he can. Richie is genuinely shocked when he sees how Carmen acts around you. It’s a 180 from the Carmen that Richie sees at The Bear.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Carmy loves hugs. He would never say it out loud but you can just tell. Whenever he looks like he’s had a bad day you know it’s time to pull him into a hug. When Carmy tries to initiate a hug though it’s awkward. (lol)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Carmy knows he loves you very early on in the relationship. He waits a couple of months to say i love you. He doesn’t want to creep you out or reject him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Carmen gets extremely jealous. One day, you’re helping out at The Bear and a customer tries to hit on you. You swear you can see the smoke coming out of Carmen’s ears. Let’s just say, after that day, the customer never came back to The Bear.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Carmen’s kisses are sweet and tender. He likes to kiss you on the cheek and he likes to be kissed on the forehead.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Carmy is uncomfortable around children. He understands how fragile children are and he doesn’t want to be the reason a child has a bad experience. Once Sugar has her baby though he begins to feel a lot more comfortable around children. (And even considers having his own.)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Carmen are slow. You each take your time waking up. If he doesn’t have to go to work that day, he will cook you breakfast in bed.

N = Night (How are nights spend with them?)

Carmen usually comes home late. When he’s home at a reasonable time, you guys cook dinner together. After dinner you binge watch a show and fall asleep cuddling on the couch.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes Carmen a few months to open up to you. He’s still traumatized from Mikey’s death and his childhood.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Carmen is not very impatient. It’s something he’s trying to work on because he never wants to yell at you.

Q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers every little detail you tell him. From your silly little dreams to your favorite color and tv show. He believes that to be known is to be loved. He shows that to you everyday.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship was the time you tried to make him dinner and nearly burned his apartment down. He finds that event hilarious and constantly brings it up every time you get near a stovetop.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Carmy would go to war for you. We’ve all seen how loud he gets when he yells and he isn’t scared to scream at anyone for looking at you the wrong way.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Carmy would put so much effort into holidays and your birthday. He would place flowers and candles around the apartment. He loves seeing your reaction to the gifts he got you. He would definitely make you your favorite meal in honor of the day.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Carmys worst habit is definitely his work life balance. He spends so much time at The Bear. This causes some strain in your relationship.

Another one of Carmys bad habits is coming home late. Again he spends so much time at The Bear. He often gets home at 2 or 3am.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Surprisingly, I think Carmy cares a lot about his looks. More specifically his outfits. He likes dressing nicely. His tattoos are also another part of his appearance that he values.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You’re Carmy’s medicine. Carmy can’t remember a life without you and he doesn’t want to. The word incomplete doesn’t even describe how alone he would feel if you weren’t there.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Carmen loves cooking with you. Cooking is a major part of him and he loves to share that side of his life with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

I think Carmy wouldn’t like someone who is super needy. He values his space and his freedom. His job is hard enough already and he doesn’t want to add another layer of stress to his life. Carmy wants a partner who is understanding and comfortable being alone.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Carmy is definitely a snorer. (and a blanket hog)

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 17)

Aside from their new third. The night went rather similarly to how it normally would, Uzi had brought over several more movies for them to go through over the next few days. Pretty much resigning herself into cooping herself up in N's apartment while she was playing the part of Tera's live in nanny.

And currently, they were trying to choose which one to start with, N digging around the pile of disks as she laid with Tera, keeping the little one curled slightly under her arm so that there would be no more rolling away.

“N oh my robo-god just choose!” She laughed in faux irritation, not loud enough to wake the baby but definitely loud enough for N to pout back at her.

“But all of these are scary!” He pointed out, lifting up several of the boxes to reveal the graphic covers, Uzi just giggled mischievously.

“Dude we deal with way scarier stuff. Nothing compares to centipede J.” She replied, rolling her eyes at his second pout, adjusting the charge cord still sticking out of her like it would make any difference in her comfort.

“I guess…” He picked the one that had the least terrifying cover and popped it into the player, watching as the beginning credits zipped across the screen.

“What one did you pick?” She asked, head tilting to the side, small smile on her face.

“Uh… I didn't look at the title, just the cover.”

“Oooh~ Roulette.”

He didn't quite like the sound of that… were all of these the same level of terrifying? Was it like a “choose how you want to get traumatized” thing?

He settled onto the couch, holding his tail in his hands as Uzi focused entirely on the screen, well, her eyes were focused on the screen, the other hand was subconsciously petting the droneling snuggled next to her, still solidly in sleep mode.

Still being amazing at this, without even trying.

As the movie started the tension that had settled over N slowly unwound, this was… fine. A little creepy sure, but Uzi was right, it was tame in comparison to the genuine terror they'd already experienced, although the stakes being your life instead of a passive observer probably helped.

“Where… are they going? Why are they separating off from the rest of the group?” He asked as the main couple snuck off together, hand in hand, as one of the other characters was explaining that they should probably stick together, because something creepy was going on.

“To make out.” Uzi smirked, literally all these horror movies were exactly the same, teenagers were dumb… even in real life.

“Now?!” He asked incredulously, the entire group had just witnessed movement outside the house they were staying in, and they decide to leave? To kiss?

“Love is always the best decision.” She quoted him, and he felt his own words come slapping him in the face, that had felt so long ago now…

“That was an entirely different scenario, that was romantic, this- this is dumb.” He defended, watching as the couple went outside their relatively safe cabin leaving it unlocked so they could get back in. And went off into the woods in the middle of the night.

“They deserve this.” He mumbled to himself, and he half meant it, not only were they dumb, but complete assholes to the rest of their “freinds” that were totally going to get murdered.

Uzi cackled at his reaction, trying to muffled it after Tera stirred, thankfully she didn't wake up.

“Honestly yeah…” Uzi admitted watching as the camera followed the couple through the forest, the undergrowth getting deeper, darker, and way more thick around them, not that they seemed to notice.

“Immoral makeout sesh. Check.” Uzi hummed and N just shook his head.

“Seriously, what's so great about it that it's seen as this important? Rebecca and Darren did this too…” He was honestly talking more to himself then to Uzi, but once he realized he was referencing camp. He shut his mouth instantly.

“Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bring… that up.”

“It's fine.” She still had a smile on her face, and it wasn't a forced one; he knew what that looked like. It was a little pained, but it looked like she wasn't so effected by it anymore.

“Some people get turned on by danger?” She suggested, breezing right past whatever perceived mistake he'd made and barreling right into a dumb joke.

“Uzi!” He found himself blushing at her crass, even if it was such an Uzi thing to say, he hadn't expected it to come out of her mouth, she laughed a little at him.

“I mean, look at them, don't they need air?” Uzi brought his attention back to the screen, where the couple was noisely sucking face, hands going way too fast but going to places he didn't want to see.

He immediately ripped his head away from the screen. Watching drones make out was one thing (he'd went past a few couples the longer he spent in the bunker.) But watching humans had another level of uncanny valley, especially since his only real experience with them was Tessa. And her parents, but they were less pleasant to think about.

“Ew.” He found himself saying, which was surprising even for him because usually he was into romance, but right now all he felt disgusted.

“Really? You're grossed out? Damn I am rubbing off on you.” She laughed again, but blessedly fast forwarded it to when they finally stopped (which was ten whole minutes later, why was that necessary to include?!)

“It's not even that, it normally wouldn't bother me. I mean, I'm… a romantic.” He started, doing his best to phrase it in a way that didn't imply anything.

“A helpless romantic.” She corrected, shit eating grin and all, he felt his visor heat up again, yes he was, for her and her smart mouth.

“As I was saying, I've seen drones kiss before, that doesn't bother me. But I just fell like I don't wanna see… that? I dunno.”

He didn't want to see what should be private between two people? Maybe, would he feel the same way if it was him and someone else? Immediately, his processors betrayed him, serving him a hot and piping thought of Uzi up against a tree, hot breath leaving her, and him leaving a trail of kisses down her neck-

He shook his head so hard he could almost hear it rattle. That was not where his brain needed to go right now, in fact he needed to get far far away from that line of thinking pronto. He willed his furious blush away, wishing he could focus on the actual movie like Uzi was doing.

Uzi wasn't too focused on the movie either, instead she was having a private little daydream about pushing N up against a tree and kissing his cute little golden face until he was breathless. Thankfully she was stone faced, so long as she didn't look at him she wouldn't fluster, but that had taken some practice to reign in. Practice, because at this point thoughts like that were so common that she'd overheat constantly if she blushed at all of them.

Thankfully for N the rest of the movie pushed it out of his mind. Not because it suddenly became scary. Humans being chopped to bits with a meat cleaver was a lot less terrifying when you weren't human and you thought the entire cast was stupid. No, but it did become funny.

To make fun of.

The effects were laughably terrible, the killers mask was crooked the entire time, and, intentional or not, it destroyed any intimidating factor he had, since it looked more and more like a grown ass man in a bad Halloween costume.

It didn't help thar the voice acting was equally as bad, sounding sarcastic at best “Oh no don't kill meeeee.” And straight up bad at worse, some of the delivery was so off N had to rewind to even catch what they said.

“This movie is terrible.”

“This movie is laughably terrible.” She corrected him again, and he shot her a look that made her dissolve into laughter again.

He supposed she was right in that regard, they were making fun of it, and he no longer feared being scared tonight. Heck if all the movies were like this he wasn't fearful of ever being scared by them.

“Are all of them like this?” He asked, relaxing back into the couch with a sigh as he watched a teenage boy get decapitated, huh, he knew how that felt, ow.

“Only my favorite ones!” Uzi replied, laughing as one of the girls conveniently tripped over… something, her own stupidity most likely. Giving the killer time to catch up.

That didn't surprise him in the least, she was the one who wanted to go to earth and wipe out all the humans, so that tracked.

Still she kept trying to adjust, the cord seemed to be getting more and more uncomfortable the longer she laid.

“You good?” He asked as the movie began to wind down, the final girl setting a trap for the killer, to finish him off for good.

“I'm fine. Just… not used to having a baby attached to me. I can't get comfortable.” She admitted, crossing her arms awkwardly. N just smiled, and without thinking spread his arms to invite her to join him on his side of the couch.

She hesitated, before this there had always been some sort of plausible reason for them to end up in close proximity, weather it just be the size of what they were on or a traumatic event. Now though, there was no pretense. He was asking to be close because he wanted her close.

If she was looking for hints he might feel the same. This was her biggest one.

She did accept, crawling over to his lap where she could lean against his chest, she slotted perfectly there, tucked underneath his chin as she adjusted Tera again, only this time, N took her into his arms, removing the tension from her side almost entirely.

“Better?” He willed his voice to not crack like he was five, he hadn't meant for this to happen, he'd just… done it. Subconsciously. And now he was having to quell his feverishly humming core due to his own dumb actions.

“Heck yes… didn't realize how much she was pulling on me.” Her tension released immediately, and once again she found herself soothed by his ambient warmth, and his core humming underneath her. The movies credits had just begun to roll, that was fine, she'd seen it before.

“Maybe we can get you a baby bag or something, so she's not hanging off you and you don't have to carry her?” He suggested, and while on one hand that sounded *great*, and appealed directly to the “problem = solution” portion of her brain, it also made her fluster.

It would feel much more official then, that she was a parent as much as he was, it had been a feeling she'd been ignoring, starting from whenever they'd first seen Tera and growing every day since then. That this pillbaby, this… fragile thing. Was hers.

That she was a mom. And N was a dad.

And that thought made her giddy and flustered and scared. Best freinds don't typically adopt children together, even her very limited experience of friendship could tell her that.

"Uh... maybe..."

Their relationship right now was… complicated. They weren't together, neither of them had said anything or addressed it, but she did know that they were too close and their lives too intertwined to still just be calling it “freindship.”

And yet she was, and so was he. Because what else would either of them call it? She still couldn't completely prove he felt the same way! He'd been closer… more touchy. But that was kinda just N! "Boundaries" was not a word in his dictionary.

But here they were, cuddling, looking like a happy couple that had just brought their newborn home. She looked at them through the reflection of the now blank television.

N looked happy, extremely happy, eyes closed and holding both her and Tera close to his chest like they'd both slip through his fingers somehow, his tail was slowly wrapping itself around her leg, almost like it was trying to sneak up on her.

But her biggest hint? The thing that made her core flip when she realized? He was purring.

It was so soft it was almost impossible to hear. But she could feel it, the soft rhythmic vibrations that poured out of his core presumably without his knowledge. If he'd done it before she'd become… this. Then maybe it wouldn't have tipped her off so much. But now…

She had a purr too, another change made by the solver to her body to make her more like a disassembly drone, and her purr had only ever triggered when she was thinking about N, specifically how much she loved him.

While she was sure N's would be less specific in what and who triggered it, it something reserved for love. And considering she'd never heard it before, she could decern that it wasn't just something N just did.

Which meant it was her that was triggering it, or her and Tera together that was.

She felt a blush work it's way to her face as she looked up into N's visor, even though his eyes were closed, she knew he could still see her with his visor, and had probably been watching her the entire time.

So she just smiled, and curled herself into him. Hiding her face just in case she got flustered.

N liked her, and she finally had her proof.

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DRDT Character Theme Playlist - Personal Placements & Graphics

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Here is a playlist of the songs; please reference this playlist for song credits. It is in order.

Diamond is Unbreakable - Xander

Song reflects Xander's fixation on willpower.

A Mistaken Belief of Love - Min

Song reflects Min's sacrifice for Teruko; a mistaken belief of affection warped through selfless selfish desire to save someone and yourself - to be salvation, selfishly.

Polygonal - Teruko

Song reflects Teruko's self hatred.

Asymptotic - Charles

Song reflects Charles relationship with Ellie - forever just out of reach. Dear memories, kept from him, frustratingly, implicitly.

Sing Along - Eden

Song reflects Eden's relationship with the girl who she kissed(?) - (Process of elimination.)

Shun-Ran - Arei

Song reflects Arei's fragile ego-fixation on being strong melting away when push came to shove. Kindness is weakness, stripped away from her - what little she had to cling to after her traumatic past.

Drawing Pins - Nico

Song reflects Nico's inability to understand others and the world. Implicitly not for them, regardless of how much they seek connection.

Yesman - Ace

Song reflects Ace's fixation on living a normal life - something he can't ever truly do.

Tip Toes - Hu

Song reflects Hu's ego-fixation on being important to others & how she needs to see past this shallow fixation in order to grow as a person.

Hi-Fi Evolution Theory - Veronika

Song reflects Veronika's fixation on fun, and a aversion to feeling hollow. Ravenous fear of the all-consuming empty.

Cartoons - Rose

Song reflects Rose's fixation on abstraction of reality; avoidance of dreariness, melting away truth, soaking in fantasy.

RQ Laji 2 - Desk Rotation - J

Song.

Runaway - Arturo

Song reflects Arturo's fixation on projecting his own high self standards elsewhere where he can't apply them to himself, and progressing or learning to introspect and see himself for who he's truly become - a monster.

Spitfire - Levi

Song reflects Levi's violent past.

Good Grief - Whit

Song reflects Whit's aversion, grieving. Instead of engaging a hard truth it's easier to look away and feel joy.

Undead Enemy - David

Song reflects David's fixation on performance. Truthfully seeking something out only to reflect it as a part of yourself you can't have faith in. Hollow salvation and empty words. Not human anymore.

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Feel free to engage or ask about / disagree with any of these placements. I hope this was engaging or insightful. Please be well & take care. 🎶