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listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.

like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been

All the talk about the destiel reciprocation giving me war flashbacks to late 2020 dealing with this for the first time and now we know the reciprocation was in the OG script I'm gonna once again claim that it was AFTER Cas was taken.

I don't think Dean reciprocated to Cas before he was taken by the Empty.

I think he said "I love you too" or some variation of it whilst he was sitting collapsed on the floor ignoring Sam's calls.

Thats what Jackles had to do additional dubbing for after all. It makes more sense and is more painful if he only says it AFTER and that fits the tone of the scene better. The scene was so clearly chopped up and heavily edited but I still think thats the best place for it.

A whispered fragile broken "I love you too" whilst Dean realises his last chance for real happiness has just been ripped away from him. Yeah.

I need to reblog this so I can always find it. Ao3(people who hacked ao3) did not want me to succeed in this endeavor, but I did.

(p r e y);

pairing: ruthless!connor x female!reader x rk900

words: 19k+ (go big or go home)

notes: please note that this is a sequel to my vampire!au fic called “Lurk” that I sadly cannot link without this post getting sniped by Tumblr. Please read that one first if you haven’t already (you can find it on my masterlist) because this will not make much sense otherwise. 

dedication: YOU. To all of you who still read my stories and leave me all those lovely messages as well as like and reblog my content. This one is all for you. Also tagging @drmsqnc who threatened asked me to tag her so she doesn’t miss it.

warnings: SLIGHT NSFW (no actual smut), + SUGGESTIVE THEMES/LANGUAGE + THINGS GET A BIT…BITEY…TAKE 2…

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Eyes as deep and as cold as the ocean.

(“Follow me, little bit, taste—”)

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

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Tidal Waves - Hannibal Lecter Imagine [NBC's Hannibal]

Title: Tidal Waves

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter X Reader

Word Count: 2,361 words

Warning(s): mention of murder/kidnapping

Summary: [Season 1, Episode 12/13] Abigail and Will go missing. The single act begins a long line of turns that end in nothing short of complete heartbreak on many fronts.

Author's Note: I hope you're all grateful that I put my OC through so much pain for your entertainment.

MORE OF THIS OC HERE!

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(Y/n) had been staying at Hannibal's more and more recently.

They now had a side of the bed assigned to them. They had an extra toothbrush in Hannibal's bathroom. There was a small drawer dedicated to an odd assortment of (Y/n)'s clothes.

Hannibal enjoyed having them there. It felt natural to have them around through every hour of every day.

It was merely by chance that they had decided to stay for a few days just before Abigail and Will went missing.

Hannibal almost sighed when he found (Y/n) awake when he got home.

He had been in Minnesota. He followed Will and Abigail there. He said it was in the hopes of finding both Will and Abigail alive and well. (Y/n) believed him and begged him to be safe.

(Y/n) still had faith in every person around them.

Will had been no different. His gaps in time and increasingly sick state made (Y/n) more worried than frightened. Even after the apparent abduction of Abigail Hobbs, (Y/n) refused to vilify the man.

Hannibal wanted to offer (Y/n) better news. A glimmer of hope. But if he were to do that, then he would have to explain everything. (Y/n) was in no position to hear all of that. Hannibal was convinced that they never would be.

"(Y/n)," he said softly.

(Y/n) was in a dining room chair. Their eyes were fixed on the phone. They were waiting for a call from... anyone really. Hannibal or Jack or Alana or Abigail or... Will. Something (Y/n)'s gut told them that a desperate plea for help would be more beneficial than the utter silence they had been facing all day.

"You're home," (Y/n) noted.

"I am," Hannibal nodded. "And you're awake."

"I... I just wanted to be ready for when they found Abigail and Will," the explained, shoulder slumping a bit.

Maybe it sounded more pathetic than anything.

To Hannibal, it sounded like a scared parent. Waiting for the call that would determine their future. Would their kid be okay?

Abigail was so much more to (Y/n) than a person they'd helped. Abigail was the nearest thing (Y/n) may ever have to a child. Their few of the young girl was much like Will's or Hannibal's.

"Did... Did you find her," (Y/n) asked after a moment.

"Not yet," Hannibal said. "You need rest."

(Y/n) shook their head, feeling tears stinging the back of their eyes. Pinpricks. No. They could not lie in that bed, pretending to be safe and warm while Abigail could be scared out of her mind somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

"(Y/n)," Hannibal sighed. "Rest. Please. For my sake, if no one else's."

(Y/n)'s rest was uneasy.

They were turning every now and then. Soon enough, Hannibal had decided to tighten his arms around them, holding them as close as he could. The blankets were dragged up to cover their shoulders. Their arms were curled up against their chest until they grabbed onto the front of the shirt that Hannibal had worn to bed.

Hannibal's phone rang all too soon after (Y/n) had seemed to rest for an extended period of time. Hannibal was incredibly careful to grab his phone without disturbing them.

It was Will. Panicked and exhausted, needing help.

Hannibal promised to be there as soon as possible.

(Y/n) only started to move when their hands were placed on the mattress. There was something so distinct about no longer feeling a heartbeat under their fingertips.

"Where are you going," (Y/n) asked as Hannibal stood up.

"Will called," he explained. "He needs my help."

"Where's Will?"

"He apparently made it back home."

"And Abigail?"

Hannibal paused. "I'm sorry. I wish I could promise you that she was safe and happy. But I have no way of knowing."

(Y/n) nodded.

"Hannibal," (Y/n) called before he got through the bedroom door. They pushed themself out from under the covers and hugged him tightly. "Please call. Let me know that you're alright. Please."

"I will."

"Hannibal," (Y/n) insisted.

"I promise."

"Please don't try to save him if it means that I lose you."

(Y/n) felt Hannibal's sigh more than they heard it.

"I love you," they mumbled.

"I love you too."

Hannibal pressed a kiss to the top of (Y/n)'s head before stepping back.

They followed him to the door, watching him take the last few steps outside. Through the threshold. No long within (Y/n)'s sight. That made (Y/n)'s gut churn. It was as if that even one step outside, he was already gone.

The day dragged on for (Y/n).

They were desperately avoiding the news. They didn't want to risk having to listen to someone speak badly about Will or Abigail. They didn't trust anyone outside of Hannibal. Well, Hannibal and Alana.

The only thing (Y/n) had to break up the long stretches of shaking hands, a racing heartbeat, and an endless stream of worst-case scenarios were Hannibal's phone calls.

In the morning, they sat in bed and stared at the phone. Their fingers tapped mindlessly at their thighs, waiting for the screen to light up.

Hannibal's first call came from his car.

The police were searching Will's house. He wouldn't explain why. Didn't want to worry them, he claimed.

He was going to meet with Dr. Du Maurier.

And then, he was going to his office for a while.

(Y/n) asked when he would be home. Hannibal said that he would be home that night.

"Have you eaten yet," Hannibal asked.

"Um, n-no... no, not yet."

"There should be some food in the fridge. Small Tupperware container. There's a note with your name on it."

"You thought that far ahead?"

"It's left over from breakfast yesterday morning."

(Y/n) nodded even though Hannibal couldn't see them.

"I promise that I won't leave you alone for too long."

"Will you call me? When you make it to your office?"

"If it will ease your mind."

"And if you hear anything about Abigail?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

(Y/n) grinned a bit. "I love you."

"I love you too, darling. I'll see you tonight."

The second part of (Y/n)'s day was spent curled up at the dining room table. They picked mindlessly as the food Hannibal had left for them. Their main focus was on the book in front of them.

It was an old book. One of (Y/n)'s old favorites. It sat on the table, tied with a gold ribbon because they thought it matched the lettering on the cover.

It was a gift.

For Abigail.

(Y/n) had taken up the habit of offering her books. They'd even read to her a few times in the hope of being some kind of comfort.

(Y/n) was ready to spend days reading to Abigail when they found her. Anything to help. Anything to take care of the girl that had so quickly become like a daughter to them.

Hannibal's second call came from his office.

It was short. He was going to do some work and then come home. He begged (Y/n) to not stay up for him. (Y/n) said that they couldn't promise that they wouldn't.

He sighed at them but didn't argue.

He said that he loved them. And then, he hung up.

(Y/n) spent the rest of the day waiting for another call.

None came.

One hour stretched into two.

Two stretched into three.

All of a sudden, it was four in the morning. (Y/n) hadn't heard a word from Hannibal in hours. They were shaking. Panicking.

They had lost Abigail, they had almost lost Will. They weren't sure that they could survive losing Hannibal too.

They tried Hannibal's phone more times than they could count. Endless stream of calls. None of them seemed to go through.

They called Alana.

She answered with a tired voice.

"Alana," (Y/n) said quietly.

"(Y/n)," she replied. "It's early... why are you awake?"

"Hannibal didn't come home last night," they muttered. "He... He said that he would call and tell me that he was alright. And he didn't, so I called him. And it's been hours and he won't answer. I don't... I don't know where he is, Alana. I'm scared."

"Hey, hey," Alana tried to calm (Y/n) a bit as she heard the shakiness in their voice. "Okay, I'm gonna call Jack. We'll find him, okay?"

"Okay," (Y/n) mumbled.

"I need you to go lock your doors and windows."

"W-Why?"

"I think Will has Hannibal. And with Will's current state, I can't promise that you're safe."

(Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed but there wasn't a chance to ask questions before Alana pushed them again to lock everything.

(Y/n) got to every door and window that they knew of. Alana promised to call as soon as they had more information.

And then, radio silence.

(Y/n) had no choice other than to pace around the house and wait.

It felt like an eternity before (Y/n)'s phone rang again.

"Hannibal's okay," Alana said immediately.

A loud sigh of relief left (Y/n)'s mouth as they leaned against a nearby wall.

"He has to do a statement and talk to Jack, but he should be on his way home soon," she explained. "I promise."

"Should I meet him there-"

"No, no," she stopped (Y/n). "It'll be better for you to be home."

"Okay," they nodded.

The call ended a few moments later. (Y/n) unlocked the front door and waited next to it. They had their eyes trained on it. They hear the moment the doorknob was touched.

(Y/n) couldn't remember a time when they felt more peace than they did when they saw Hannibal walk through the front door that day.

"Hannibal!"

(Y/n) ran to him as soon as the door opened. He wrapped his arms around them tightly, only pulling one hand away to close the door. (Y/n) couldn't tell if he was attempting to ground himself or them.

"I was so scared," they whispered. "Alana called when they found you, but she insisted that I stay here and wait for you. I was just sitting here, waiting. This house is so quiet when I don't know when you're coming back-"

Their rambling died off as they leaned back.

They cupped the sides of Hannibal's face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he grabbed their hands and moved them enough so he could press a kiss to one of them. "Will is very sick."

"Is he going to be alright?"

"I have been told that he is going to receive the proper treatment."

"Good," they nodded. "That's good."

"It is."

"And Abigail?"

The same question that he had heard before he left the morning before. He had an answer to offer now. But he almost feels more guilt now than he did when there was no conclusion.

He let out a sigh, lowering their hands. "(Y/n)."

"Hannibal."

(Y/n)'s smile faltered when there was no sign of an amused grin forming on his face. They tried to shake off any anxiety or fear, but it was hard when Hannibal looked at them like that. Like he was testing their foundation, trying to see if they were strong enough to hold whatever he had.

"Hannibal?"

"It's Abigail," he explained. He tried to be gentle, but that felt impossible.

"Did they find her?"

"No," he continued. "Will has been charged with her murder."

An uneasiness settled over them both.

"That's not funny, Hannibal," (Y/n) said. They wanted so desperately to not believe it. To believe that Will wasn't capable of such an act. "That's just sick."

"It's not a joke."

"It has to be. There's no way that Abigail's... no. She had a future. She had a chance. This... No."

"(Y/n)-"

"Tell me it's not true," they stepped backward as Hannibal reached for them. "T-Tell me that this is some cruel trick. Please... this... it can't be true."

"I'm sorry," Hannibal said. "She's gone, (Y/n). Will is going to be charged with her murder."

(Y/n) placed their hand over their mouth as a violent sob fought its way out of their throat.

Hannibal stepped forward and pulled them to his chest. They hid themself away. His arms merely tightened around them as his eyes closed.

This was the most profound loss that (Y/n) had experienced. The isolation they had been raised in had protected them from facing the reality of death and loss. And now, they had lost the one thing they had begged the universe to allow them to hold onto.

"Many people speak of the stages of grief," Hannibal said softly. "But they are rarely completely separate. There is a chance that it will all hit like a tidal wave."

(Y/n)'s hands grabbed at the fabric of Hannibal's shirt.

He guided them back, his hands holding the sides of their face. "I need you to tell me when that wave hits. Tell me if it starts to feel like you're drowning in it."

"And what if I already am," (Y/n) asked.

"You are not waging through the storm alone," he promised. "You have many people here to protect you from it. I am right by your side."

(Y/n) nodded before nearly collapsing forward, burying themself back in Hannibal's arms.

"You need to rest for a while," he said.

(Y/n) shook their head.

"It is for the best," he added.

(Y/n) allowed Hannibal to lead them upstairs again. They laid under the covers, still crying but attempting to hide it from Hannibal. It didn't work.

"I'm going to change and then I'll come join you," he promised.

(Y/n) nodded, pulling the covers up to their chin.

Hannibal leaned down and pressed a kiss to their temple. "I am here to brave the storm with you. That is what you do when you love someone as I love you."

"I love you too," (Y/n) muttered.

A sad smile pulled at his lips.

He walked away to change out of the suit that he had been wearing for far too long at that point.

He let out a quiet sigh.

He knew it was wrong to torment (Y/n) like this. But this was what was needed. For the future, for everyone's good.

For (Y/n)'s sake, Abigail Hobbs needed to be dead.

Long live, Abigail Hobbs.

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6 Tips on Writing An Actually Inclusive Reader Insert:

1. Do a ctrl + f search of the colors red and pink. If these colors are being used to describe the reader in any way, delete it.

2. Instead of "blushing", use "goosebumps", "shivers", "avoiding eye contact", etc. It still conveys the same thing, and you can get more creative than just using "blushing" 10,000 times.

3. Don't mention being pale or becoming pale (like, seriously, this is just a given). If you want to talk about the reader looking sick or dying, use "ghastly" or "sunken eyes", etc. Again, this is a great opportunity to be more creative in your language as well as inclusive

4. For body-inclusivity, don't talk about the reader sharing clothes with someone. I personally would not fit into anything that Nancy Wheeler owns, so yeah, let's just not do this

5. Don't mention hair. A lot of us can't just wash our hair and move on with our day. Don't get me started on "running their fingers across their hair". Just refrain from descriptions of styling, washing, and touching the reader's hair.

6. Don't put pictures of pretty, white girls for "aesthetics". It honestly just deters readers, and it's just not inclusive in the slightest

That's it, that's basically all you need to do to be inclusive. I'll admit, as a lighter skin POC writer, some of these did slip my mind when I used to write, but what's important is actually listening to readers and encouraging inclusivity in your writing.

If anyone has any other suggestions, feel free to put your own.

Hey ya’ll:

Request are open!!

Yup, I’ve been wanting to get back into writing again but haven’t really been finding the motivation to force myself to do it. I want to get my WIP done but I’ve just kind of been sizzling out and haven’t been able to get into them. Hopefully, if I work on other projects, it can get me started on them. Maybe.

I will close them after I reach a certain number of requests if I get a lot but I haven’t decided on how many.

I’m in school right now for those who don’t know, so it might take me a minute to get them done, but I will!

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Daryl Dixon:

Series:

You’re Not Alone (Completed)

Summary: You’ve been on your own for 8 months now after your brother died. Scavenging and hunting, using the skills your father taught you to stay alive. Until you came across a little girl lost in the woods. You were determined to get her back to her mother, but once you found her group everything changed and you found yourself falling for the blue eyed archer without realising it.

(Set during Season 2. Roughly around the time Sophia went missing)

Parings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, slightly reference to past abuse, mild descriptions of blood and gore (it’s twd what do you expect?)

Chapter 1   / Chapter 2  / Chapter 3  / Chapter 4  / Chapter 5  / Chapter 6  / Chapter 7  / Chapter 8  / Chapter 9  / Chapter 10

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You’re Not Alone Pt. 2 (Completed)

Summary: The reader and Daryl have started to settle into life at Alexandria, but once the group runs into the Saviours and more specifically Negan, your way of life as you know it will change forever. While the universe seems to be set on pulling you and Daryl apart, how far are you willing to go to get back to each other and make things right?

This series picks up during the Season 6 finale and follows the basic story line up till the Season 8 finale, through yours and Daryl’s eyes. 

(Spoilers for Season 8 of TWD)

Parings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of abuse, mild descriptions of blood and gore.

Chapter 1  / Chapter 2  / Chapter 3  / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5  / Chapter 6  /  Chapter 7 / Chapter 8  / Chapter 9  / Chapter 10  / Chapter 11  / Chapter 12   /  Chapter 13  /  Chapter 14  

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Suicide Mission (Completed) 

Summary: Before the whole world turned to shit, you lived next door to the Dixon’s. You grew close to the Dixon brothers over the years. You and Daryl quickly becoming best friend, despite your massive  crush on him, (which at the time, you didn’t know he returned).

You weren’t with him when the outbreak started, but against all odds you managed to find him while helping a random group of strangers on the road. It seemed like fate always found a way, even during the apocalypse.

(Set during Season 3 of TWD and will follow the seasons basic storyline through yours and Daryl’s eyes)

Parings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of abuse, mild descriptions of blood and gore, mentions of abuse in some chapters

Chapter 1  /  Chapter 2   / Chapter 3   / Chapter 4   / Chapter 5   / Chapter 6  /   Chapter 7   /  Chapter 8 / Chapter 9   / Chapter 10   / Chapter 11  / Chapter 12  /  Chapter 13   /  Chapter 14  /   Chapter 15 /  Chapter 16

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Unforgettable Memories (Completed)        

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister. You used to be in the military and have enough PTSD to last a lifetime. With Shane’s help you created the quarry camp and came across the Dixon brother’s in the woods. You bought them back to camp, but after that everything changed and you were still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not. 

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Rick’s Sister!Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of torture, physical abuse, flashbacks, PTSD, hinted sexual assault

Chapter 1  / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14  / Chapter 15  / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21 / Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 / Chapter 24 / Chapter 25 / Chapter 26 / Chapter 27 / Chapter 28 / Chapter 29 / Chapter 30 / Chapter 31 / Chapter 32

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THIS MEANS WAR (In Progress)       

Summary: It’s been nearly two years since the war with the Saviours ended. You and Daryl now ran the Sanctuary together and for once life was starting to look good. However, little did you know, your whole world was going to come crashing down around you very soon and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Jesus’ Twin Sister!Reader

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings), death, flashbacks, injuries, angst with a happy ending. 

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17

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