#and I think I have too many ocs connected to him and his dad

[quibbs126]

I kind of want to make an oc that’s a sea Cookie, but they can survive in the Licorice Sea and probably lives there

Not sure if they just live there, they were created by the Licorice Sea and have some sort of connection to monsters in it, or…whatever third option I came up with that I’m forgetting about, but I think it’d be neat

I’m just not sure how to go about designing that

[sixx-sixx-sixx]

TEASER: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x female!OC - The Trader’s Daughter

I just wanted to hop on here and share a little bit of what I’ve been working on to contribute to the Cooper Howard fangirls 😭😂 Please let me know your thoughts and feedback is always appreciated!!

Synopsis:

Daisy is the daughter of an ex-vault dweller/wasteland forager named Josiah, who escaped the vault when she was only a child. In his time exploring the wasteland for the benefit of the vault, Josiah meets Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard, who becomes a lifelong acquaintance after a few heated run-ins. Cooper pulls some strings and uses his connections to get Josiah a safe place for him and his daughter, where Josiah becomes a trader of chems and anything else you could want from a trading post.

The Ghoul goes out of his way to make sure Josiah and his flower are well taken care of, and Josiah makes sure that Cooper gets the chems he needs to ward off going feral. Throws in some extra when he sees that Coop’s making an effort to get his kid to gain basic survival skills. (There’s totally a “they were roommates” vibe between her dad and Cooper, but I’m not going too in depth on any of that) Daisy’s just thankful to have a fun time when her Coop comes to visit.

As the years go by, Cooper’s visits to the shop become less frequent, stopping completely when our protagonist is 14. Daisy never stops thinking about the man who her dad trusted more than anyone in the wasteland, the ghoul who frequently went out of his way to bring her small trinkets from his travels as a bounty hunter.

Cooper returns to the trading post after over a decade. Except now, the once welcoming community has become more barbaric, with less smiling faces and more fighting and outlaws. By all means, it was your average wasteland town. He’s surprised to walk into Josiah’s trading post and see a breathtaking young woman come out from the back room, the type of woman men would go to war over in ancient times.

Shocked to see her ghoul standing in front of her, seeing him for the first time as a grown woman, with a grown woman brain and a grown woman body. Daisy had spent many years thinking about him, developed a crush in her teenage years that had bloomed in her chest for a decade. She knew that there was nothing there, there couldn’t be, he was her father’s closest acquaintance for years. He’d watched her grow up, essentially. No way she had a chance, but still, it didn’t hurt to yearn for the irradiated cowboy.

- so yeah. That’s like, the gist of what’s going on so far, it’s definitely not fully fleshed out, but I wanted to post some kind of teaser/synopsis of what I’ve got written messily in my notes app 😅 I want this to be multi part, not sure how many parts yet, but I definitely have at least 4 sections of blurbs in my notes that are going to turn into 4 parts. It’ll be slow burn, definitely a little big of dad’s best friend cooper (I’m just a girl, I can’t help it), definitely some daddy issues at some point, and diverges from canon probably a LOT because I’ve got a general idea of the fallout universe but it’s by no means comprehensive. The first part/chapter is probably gonna be her background, why her dad escaped the vault/maybe how he got acquainted with cooper.

- I also haven’t written anything in years, so be gentle with me 😭

[snitchcrimsonwrites]

Maybe pt. 6

Pairing: Norm MacLean X Female Reader or OC if you squint

Former friends to a relationship?

Life is pretty easy in Vault 33 until you're trying to rekindle a former friendship and Raiders attack. Now, our main characters are trying to navigate newfound feelings, all while undercovering the mysteries of Vault 33. Stay tuned. Follows the main storyline of season 1; some events may be reordered for plot.

I've rewritten this section so many times, and I'm still not thrilled with it, but I'm happy enough with how it's progressed. You and Norm are dealing with the aftermath of the raid on Vault 33 and how the MacLeans want to proceed following the kidnapping of their Dad.

Part 1 Here. Part 7 Here Part 12 Here

Part 2 Here Part 8 Here

Part 3 Here Part 9 Here

Part 4 Here Part 10 Here

Part 5 Here Part 11 Here

Norm stayed held up in the makeshift bunker, as quiet as possible, until Lucy returned to set him free. They embraced, holding each other close; he’d never been happier to see his sister’s face, but Norm could tell something was amiss when she clung tighter to him as he moved to break away. 

“Dad?” he asked cautiously, unsure if he entirely wanted her to disclose that information. He expected the worst. 

“They took him,” she croaked in reply, blinking back some tears. This was...unexpected. She took her time to explain how the raiders used her and some other dwellers as leverage to get the Overseer to hand himself over as their hostage and disappear to the Surface. Her story raised many questions, but honestly Norm was too exhausted to engage in those thoughts. 

“Everything will be alright,” she promised as she helped him to his feet. Norm wanted to believe his sister with every fiber of his being. Lucy usually could make good on this type of promise, but how on Earth was she going to navigate this one? 

His family mostly accounted for, Norm turned his attention to locating you. He hadn’t seen you since he fled the Vault 32 corridor. A wave of shame hit him as he recalled that memory, wishing he could have done something, anything, in an attempt to protect you. Instead, he turned tail and ran. But your absence the rest of the evening could be good, right? You didn’t get mixed up in the chaos in the main chamber of Vault 33. For once, Norm allowed himself some wishful thinking.

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The last hour or so was mostly a blur of events you were trying to piece together as you sat in the atrium receiving stitches from the only vault doctor standing. 

“And one more stitch ought to do it,” the doctor said as she wrapped up closing your wounds on your arms. Thank god, you didn’t know how long you could continue to avoid paying attention to the needle pricks across your arms. You were barely holding it together as is. 

 “You were pretty lucky you managed to quickly treat and bandage these wounds. I think it will help the healing in the long run,” she said as she disinfected and re-dressed the bandages over your stitches. “That gash on your left is pretty deep, though, so you might experience some numbness and lack of mobility if there’s nerve damage. When we see you back down in the med bay to change those bandages, we’ll talk about running a few more tests and rehabbing if needed,” placing her hand on your back as she moved to the next patient. 

After your encounter with your raider attacker, you managed to stumble down the remainder of the corridor into one of the outer supply rooms, connecting Vault 32 and Vault 33. Thankfully, it was equipped with some basic medical supplies, allowing you to hastily tend to your wounds before fading out of consciousness. When you awoke and finally arrived in Vault 33’s atrium, you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but much of the commotion had died down. 

You scanned the faces of the remaining Vault 33 dwellers as they moved around the atrium: Betty, Woody, Reg, Davy, Steph, and Chet, all accounted for. You did not dare identify those slain across the floor, afraid you might see a particular brown-haired dweller among them.  

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Norm’s wish was granted when he spotted you in the crowd receiving medical attention from the Vault doctor. You were alive; however, his immediate relief turned sour when he saw your state. Blood spattered across your face and hair, and lines of stitches were woven up the sides of your arms being tended to. 

He could feel a plethora of different emotions bubbling up into his chest: guilt for abandoning you in a time of trouble, anger at himself and the individuals who caused you harm, and fear that you would never want to talk with him again. That last thought paralyzed him, stopping him in his tracks. What if you never wanted to see him again? He had just gotten his friend back, and was he destined to lose her? 

“Norman?” The sound of your voice clarified his brain, driving away all the negative thoughts and emotions. Instantly, he wanted nothing more than to be at your side. Moving one foot in front of the other, he hurried to close the distance. Once there, he wrapped his arms around you, and you fell emotionally into his arms. This time, he wasn’t letting go. 

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The following morning came way too quick, and the dwellers of Vault 33 rallied just as fast, much to your dismay. An assembly meeting was called, and dwellers were assigned their post-raid clean-up duties. The goal? Get everything back to normal as fast as possible. How were we supposed to go “back to normal” after last night? A fresh coat of paint and routines of normalcy wouldn't cut it. But people were more interested in getting back to their day-to-day rather than lingering on the death and destruction of their community. Part of you didn’t blame them, but pushing past without a second thought also felt wrong. 

You arrived later than most of the crowd, but there was still an abundance of open seating. You took the open seat next to the MacLeans, interested to hear what the assembly had to say, even though you already had a good idea. Life in the vault is nothing but predictability.

“Settle, settle.” You heard as Reg took control, attempting to silence the crowd for the meeting. 

Lucy immediately stood, determined to have to the floor. You knew what she wanted to say before she opened her mouth to speak, seeking any chance of putting her broken family back together.

 “I have a proposal for the assembly. We send a search party to the surface to find my dad.” Unsurprisingly, her proposal was met with the shocked gasps of the dwellers present; nonetheless, she continued as resilient as ever to win them over. “Even with our dwindled numbers, we can spare four people from farm duty for up to two weeks.”

“Sorry, Lucy, but you’re talking about opening the vault door?” Reg interjected, asking for clarification on what was so “obviously” a ridiculous request. 

“For just under a minute. It’s just enough time… “ Lucy attempted, trying to rationalize with the crowd she was losing. You admired her courage but doubted the council or anyone in the Vault could be swayed to do something so whole-heartedly against their nature. 

“Okay, I know we’re just brainstorming here, and there are no bad ideas in a brainstorm… but.” 

Ah, there it is. The acknowledgment that this was never up for serious consideration. 

“But, that’s something that we ever do or have ever done, never, never ever.” 

“I know, I know that,” Lucy conceded, her voice increasingly desperate.

Betty, clearly having had enough of this conversation, interjects. “I know we’re all hurting right now, but our first priority has to be to maintain the security of this Vault. That means not opening any of our doors.” 

“Well said, Betty.”  “Yes, thank you, Betty. Okay, let’s move on.” That’s it; in a swift dismissal motion, the council decided. 

Lucy shakes her head in disbelief, shocked by the group's unwillingness. Not sharing his sister’s optimism, Norm speaks up about the situation's reality. “ They don’t want to find Dad. If they did, they wouldn’t get to be in charge,” he utters solemnly. His tone tells you that he wishes that wasn’t the case. Reassuringly, you place your hand lightly on his knee, being there for him as best you can. He moves his hand to yours, the gesture not going unnoticed as he maintains eye contact with his sister. He hated to be the one to break it to her that the MacLeans would be alone in this endeavor. 

Crestfallen, Lucy moves to leave the meeting; however, you had a feeling this wasn’t the last you’d hear from her about rescuing Overseer MacLean. 

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Norm fiddled with the Nuka Cola machine, trying not to make it abundantly evident he was up to something. He was so bad at this. He barely acted typically under normal circumstances, let alone stressful situations. He just had to keep a low enough profile to ensure he, Lucy, and Chet could reach the main vault entrance unseen. Easier said than done when the elevator access was smack in the middle of the most central location in Vault 33. 

He leaned against the machine as he heard someone approach, trying to act as casually as possible. Just act like everyone else, he told himself.“ Hey, Davey,” he called out to the older man as he wheeled another raider corpse down to the composting room, “How’s your day going?” 

“It's as bad as everyone else’s,” he replied, taken aback but somewhat used to how Norm engaged in social interactions. Shaking his head, Davey hurried down the hallway, brushing off the encounter, eager to finish this dreadful task. 

Norm breathed a sigh of relief as Davey walked away, now to get on with Lucy’s plan, but his relief was short-lived when he heard another pair of footsteps rounding the corner. He reassumed his original position.

“What are you up to, Norman MacLean?” he heard your voice ring out from around the corner moments before you appeared, arms crossed in front of him. Your tone and body language told him you were already suspicious of his behavior if you hadn't already figured out what he was up to. But he opted to double down, hoping you’d drop it quickly and let them be on their way. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, (Y/N). Everything is perfectly normal,” he says, leaning back against the Nuka Cola machine. 

“A huh,” you replied unconvinced. “And, I’m sure this has nothing to do with your friends waiting by the elevator?” you inquire as you peek your head around Norm to wave to Lucy and Chet waiting by the elevator. You smirk as Chet returns your wave. “I can help,” you lean in and whisper. 

Damnmit. “I know that, but I’d rather not get you into trouble if I can avoid it. Please,” he’s begging now. 

“Fine,” you allow with a dismissive eye roll. “Your secrets are safe with me.” 

“I never had any doubt… though if you didn’t mind discouraging anyone from calling the elevator, it would be a tremendous help,” Norm offered as he walked over to join his sister and cousin in the elevator. 

“Aye, Aye,” you saluted, taking up your new post as you watched the doors close behind them. 

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie x Isekai!Reader

[Reading Between the Lines]

WEEOO WEEOO Platonic Fic Idea WEEOO WEEOO

Hobie x Reader Isekai fic where the reader (me) is a Spider-man meta-analysis writer and they fall into the ATSV universe.

They meet Hobie and are completely starstruck, unable to speak. Flabbergasted. Uhh okay imma just do the intro "Hi, My name's Hobie, Hobie Brown. I was bitten by a-"

"...WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW YOU GET WHAT I MEAN!! And for the last three years I've been the one and only- *proceeds to do his whole intro for him*."

"What the fuck. Those are my lines. Bruv cut that shit out wth."

Everyone thinks they're weird as fuck, but Gwenpoole (and other Nexus beings) are taught about at The Society at least, so it's not a mystery why they are the way they are.

But they're just SO META

They're basically bouncing and they tell Hobie 'OMG, your like my favorite superhero. I write about you ALL THE TIME- Ignore the OC folder'

Hobies like 'I'm not a hero-'

'I knew you'd say that!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!'

All of a sudden there's this huge Hobie groupie fan in the group that knows everything about them and their trauma 😭😭

The reader sees Gwen and is like '.......I know this isn't my place but I've read through the scene between you and your dad and I have some comments I'd like to make. I can leave out the ones where I wish him death.'

There's even a scene like this one between Miles and Gwen

Where Hobie is like 'oi this your analysis book lemme see-' only to open to dozens of pages of x-reader fics and Hobie x OC drawings

And reader is like

'Uh.... I ain't write that. I don't know how that got in there. That's not even my handwriting. I found that notebook actually 😭😭'

Meanwhile Hobies like 'Christ - how much time do you have on your hands 🤨🤔'

'....Is it that bad?'

'Oh I ain't say it was bad. Could use a some work though. Actually- *takes out Noir's reading glasses (which he stole) from his pocket because he's not gonna stand here and judge a book by its cover*'

Of course Hobie still reads the x-reader cause he's a cocky bastard.

And then he returns said fics covered in red pen and notes of 'I wouldn't do that-' or 'actually you should add this. This would be better.' or even 'Lemme do it. That other shite you wrote don't make no sense'

BASICALLY HELPING CONSTRUCT FICS ABOUT HIMSELF. Simply because he finds the concept hilarious.

He gets to the smut and he's like "How easy do you lot think I am? Think you can have a pass at me, you must be taking the fucking piss-" just ranting and raving as he STILL READS IT

Sitting there with a cup of tea reading smut of himself and covering it in red pen like it's the mornings crossword 😭😭

The crew eventually realize that the readers power of trope analysis crosses over and it's SO USEFUL

All they need to do is get reader in front of Miguel and reader gives him a heartfelt reading and connection of his trauma that equals the culmination of ten years of therapy

They're like 'i know this is all an act Miguel. I know this is all an act to cover up the crushing feeling of chaos and helplessness that comes from canon. And really, all of this is just a mirror - you wanting to control how things 'should be' because there were so many things you went through that you think shouldn't have. But those moments are apart of you-'

Miguel's likes 'WAIT WOAH STOP TALKING'

They start bringing up Gabriel and Xina and shit from the comics.

Everyone's like 'Who the hell is Gabriel-" meanwhile Miguel is on the floor sobbing going 'mi hermano. mi hermano pequeno 😭😭😭'

And it ends with them all hugging Miguel after this person just read him for filth using the power of Isekai Canon Knowledge

I'm having TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

In the end Reader and Hobie become best friends because they both stand out so much in other universes and both take nothing entirely serious.

Plus they're both really perceptive and nosey and good at reading people so sometimes they see some subtle shit go down and they look at each other like

"We minding our business~ 😩🎶🗣️ we ain't gon say shit~ We gon mind our goddamn business 🎤🎸🔈'

Ok ok I'm done I'm done 😭😭😭

[babygorewhore]

Scream for me

Eddie Munson x fem OC

Summery: Eddie Munson, a music major at college is secretly in love with Sammy, or as he calls her, Cobain. But he’s never gotten the chance to ask her out especially with a masked murderer roaming the streets of Hawkins. But he’ll find that the killer is much closer than he thinks.

AU-Scream Universe 🔪

WC. 6k.

This is a shared universe with my girl, Dolly @xxhellfirebunnyxx Our love for these movies and Stranger things inspired us to create our own characters for these fics. Please keep in mind these OCs have self inserted inspired looks but they are still readable. If you’re a scream fan, we’re sure you’ll appreciate the quotes. Eddie refers to her as Cobain. But her name is Sammy.

Warnings! 18plus! Violence! Details of murders! Character is killed off. Slight mention of deadbeat dad, Eddie is a perv. Male masterbation, hints at female masterbation, knife play, oral male recieving, degrading, spit, Dom Oc, sub Eddie, unprotected PnV

“I can’t believe Chrissy is dead, man.” Jonathan sighed as he adjusted his camera bag. Eddie gave him a side glance as they walked on the sidewalk to get to their next classes.

“Yeah, me either. It’s fucking insane.” Eddie answered, resisting the urge to look at his phone again. The images and news report of her corpse was the hot topic of Hawkins and the college.

This was the third murder of this killer stalking the streets. None of them were even connected until Chrissy.

His father and Jonathan’s father were murdered a year ago. A few weeks apart. He wished he could say either of them were sad about it. But they were all killed with a large hunting knife. Each more violent than the last. His uncle Wayne told him about the murder and Eddie attended the funeral. Barely feeling anything except relief. Jonathan was the same way. But he worried about Will’s state of mind.

Eddie and Jonathan started to part ways in the entry way of the building. “I’ll see you after class, Eddie.”

He sped walked to his music class, he was still in theory. Eddie wanted to erase how he used to be in high school. So he made sure to always be early.

After hours of theory, many notes and contemplating if he was even learning anything, it ended and he was free to hang out with his small circle of friends.

Well.

To hang out with her.

It was embarrassing really. How much he liked her. Eddie tried to always wear his nicest jeans and band shirts. Even if he was teased for being a simp by the asshole Harrington. Eddie breathed in the fresh air and made his way to the spot his friends claimed earlier in the semester. He chewed his lips in anticipation as he rounded the corner.

His breath caught in his throat and he almost dropped his bag. Eddie always felt like he got hit by a bus when he saw her. She was walking to the spot. Two benches next to the courtyard. He tried to smile normally. But he probably looked he was in a toothpaste commercial.

Samantha and her best friend Willow walked together arm and arm. But everyone called her Sammy and Willow was Bunny. But Eddie had his own name for her. Something no one else had.

“Hey, Cobain. Hey bunny.” He waved and they both did too.

Cobain’s clothes were always dark. Loose, comfortable sweaters, patterned pants or dresses. She always wore converse or combat boots. Her hair was bright pink and curly. Her curves filled out her current dark green sweater that reached her thigh. Her eyes coated in thick eyeliner.

Bunny was the opposite. Smaller in height and figure. Her white hair was long and she always wore light colors. Like an angel. She had big doe eyes that Jonathan was obsessed with. Bunny was Jonathan’s girl. She just didn’t know it yet.

Eddie called Sammy cobain because the first time he saw her, she wore a Nirvana shirt and she stood up to Jason when he asked her to name more than three songs in the courtyard when she was trying to find a spot to read.

But then the dick decided to get aggressive and Eddie scared him off. He was obsessed already when Sammy gave him a dimpled smile. “Uh. Thanks, Eddie.”

“How-you already-“

“Come on. Everyone knows the most metal guy in Corraded Coffin. I’ve come to a couple sets.”

He immediately fell in love with her. Eddie slung an arm around her shoulders, slouching down.

“Well, my lady. I certainly can’t tease you about Nirvana, Ms. Cobain. Not when she’s a fan.” She told him quietly her real name.

Eddie allowed both girls to sit before he did and he slumped beside Cobain. Her lips were coated in gloss. And it was sticking out of her bag. Their knees touched and he was getting warm. He kept glancing at her chest. It was rising and falling softly. He wanted to squeeze them and fuck-

“How are you ladies? Did you guys stay awake during class?” He tried to focus on her eyes but it was really fucking hard by the way she kept adjusting her silver heart necklace.

Bunny and Cobain snorted. “I tried not to freak out when I checked my phone.” She tucked a pink strand behind her ear and Bunny held her arm tighter.

“It’s so scary. This guy is getting crazy with killing people. I-I don’t ever want to be alone.”

“You girls don’t need to worry. You’re always together and besides. You have m-“

“Hey guys,” Eddie wanted to scream at the sound of Robins voice but both Bunny and Cobain grinned and ushered the rest of the group over.

Robin, her girlfriend Marina, Steve and Jonathan settled around.

Robin started babbling, “Another murder? This dude is officially considered a serial killer. And did you notice-“

“Fuck, Robin. Can we at least sit down before you start talking about the gross details?” Steve cut her off and earned a small glare from Marina.

“Nice seeing you guys,” Eddie moved over as Robin and Marina wedged themselves on either side of Cobain and then himself.

Both girls smiled at the other girls but Bunny gave Jonathan a shy wave as he sat next to Steve on the other bench.

“Go ahead, Robin.” Cobain told her. Fuck she was always so nice.

“Thank you, Sammy. Did you notice how Chrissy is the only victim who’s not directly related to anyone in this group? Like the pattern that connected the killings is also separating them?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get that either. Is there a point in there?” Steve called out and crossed his arms. Eddie rolled his eyes. King Steve involved in a conversation that wasn’t about him must have been painful.

“I’m saying that it’s probably a distraction! I mean imagine how strong you have to be to slice and gut somebody!” Cobain and Bunny cringed. Eddie had the urge to cover her ears.

“God-how do you…gut someone?” Cobain asked and glanced at Eddie.

“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Steve answered with a smirk.

“Hey, it’s called tact you fuck rag.” Eddie interrupted. Deciding to throw a dig at him, he added. “Didn’t you use to date Chrissy?”

“Yeah, for like two seconds. She wasn’t crazy like that at first.” Steve always shoved back.

“Didn’t she dump you for a chance at Jason?” Marina added while Robin held her leg.

“Oh, I didn’t hear about that.” Eddie challenged.

“She’s full of shit. I only decided to pop in because with all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew. So in a couple days I’m throwing a party. Bring a lot of booze and whatever.”

“Are the police aware that you dated the victim?” Robin adjusted in her spot, throwing her arm around Marina and Bunny.

“What? Are you saying I killed her?” Steve scoffed and adjusted his stupid hair.

“It would make a lot of sense actually.”

“No, he couldn’t have. It would take a strong man to do something like that that.” Cobain’s response made everyone laugh.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off her in that moment, her dimples and her pink hair falling around her shoulders. As the laughter died down, he noticed in her open bag that she had a variety of pens. Without thinking, he was quick to snatch one. Just one so it wouldn’t be noticed.

Eddie fucking wished he could say it was the only thing he stole from her. “Eddie, do you mind giving me a ride home? Bunny has plans with Jonathan.” Cobain turned to face him head on and Eddie couldn’t help but almost choke.

“It’s okay if you can’t-“ Cobain went to say but he shook his head.

“No! No! I’d love to! My chariot waits for you mlady. And I assure to Bunny she will arrive safely later as I assume you will be having a sleepover?”

“Thank you, Eddie. I know that you’re usually at band practice but-“

He went to tell her that he would lay in traffic for her but then she laid her head on his shoulder. Granted it was only three seconds. Eddie instinctively went to wrap his arm around her but she stood up. Giving Bunny a quick squeeze.

“I’m ready when you are, Eddie.”

Eddie tried to think of rational reasons to tell her why his seat would look slightly damp or why he would have to quickly shove a pile into a corner. Which would include…pens…a pair of underwear he stole…a bra and he was almost ashamed of it but there was also a guitar pick that she touched.

“Uh, just one second, Cobain, let me do something real quick.” Eddie ripped open the backseat of his car and swept all his stolen shit to the corner and quickly stood tall.

She was glancing at the window and he circled around the car. Opening the passenger seat. “Here you go,” Eddie knew he needed to dial it back as she ducked her pink head down and climbed into the car.

“Pull it together, Munson.” He whispered to himself before getting in on his side.

Eddie automatically went to press the power button for music before he stopped. No, he wanted to talk to her. Not listen-

“Hey, uh, Eddie, it’s okay if you wanna play music. We don’t have to talk-“

“No, no, no,no, it’s not everyday I get to take home my favorite Sammy Bear.” He winced a little. Okay, calm down. It’s not the first time he had taken her home but he rarely ever had her alone.

He started cruising down the streets of Hawkins, hyper aware of every move she made in the seat and the rumble of their casual conversation. Every move she made was fucking hot. The way her legs were slightly parted and she tapped her fingers on her thighs. Eddie wanted to just ask her out. Like a normal person. But she was out of his league. By a lot.

He was just some freak who manage to finally graduate and decent enough grades to pass enough to get into college. Eddie was proud, it was more than his dad ever said he was capable of. But he was a bit older than the rest and he didn’t have as nice of a car and he had to live in a dorm. And work part time at a body shop. Eddie gritted at the thought but he wasn’t like fucking King Steve who had everything handed to him.

Cobain was an English student. An honor student who tutored, volunteered, led the book club and even helped the music classes when they had to go to the auditorium. The short girl would help them with equipment. She wasn’t from the trailer park and she would never look at him that way-

“I’m so nervous about all these killings, Eddie. I mean…I know Chrissy was like-“

“A bitch?” Eddie finished, glancing at her and his pants tightened at the new attention she was giving him.

“Eh, yeah. But I’m just worried about what’s gonna happen. Steve’s throwing that party but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to go.” Cobain twirled the end of one of her curls.

“You’re gonna sit this one out?” He asked.

“No, Bunny really wants to go and I do too. I’m just scared that’s all. God, I’m really rambling aren’t I?”

“It’s fine! P-please keep rambling!” Eddie cleared his throat. He was getting closer to her house. “I’m glad you asked me for a ride, I feel like we don’t really get to talk that much. Which, of course we’re in different classes, but you’re so cool-“

“No, I’m glad you could. I like being around you.” Eddie almost stopped steering. She said what? He was so dirty. All those times…he rushed home, holding one of those fucking pens in his hand and jerked off so hard it hurt. Spilling all over it. Which brought him to the second reality. The other time he had been at her house, he pretended he needed to go to the bathroom and snuck into her room.

He didn’t have time to admire it-he couldn’t even tell you what color her bedding was but he was digging in her drawers like a madman and he pocketed a pair of black panties and a pink bra was inside his shirt when he rushed back downstairs.

And he had to drive normally in her driveway. But he couldn’t get over what she said. Cobain…liked being around him? “

“Hey Eddie, I know this may be a weird question, but I’m dying to know. Do you have any music recs? I need something new to get me through studying. Mr. Hopper is killing me with all the essays-do you mind if you text me your Spotify?”

Eddie’s heart stopped. “Uh-absolutely! Here!” He too quickly snatched her extended phone with the skull phone case and dialed his number. He was going to pass out. His fingers were over her phone, something she touched constantly.

He handed it back, brushing against her warm digits.

“Thanks so much, Eddie. I hope I won’t annoy you with updates on my opinions.” Cobain smiled.

“You could never annoy me, Cobain. Besides, any opportunity I have to branch you out, it’s my pleasure.”

She got out the car then, waving goodbye and Eddie like a dumbass hesitated too long and returned the gesture when she turned her back.

Eddie couldn’t get home faster, he probably slammed his breaks way too hard as he raced into his dorm. He pried his jeans off, boxers not even halfway down his thighs before he crashed down on his mattress. His hand still felt tingly from touching hers as he started stroking his precum leaking cock with that hand.

His hard dick twitched as he thought about how it would have felt like to pound her into a crying mess against the seat. Cover the seats in cum and mark her as his. All he fucking want was her. His little Cobain.

Giving her his number? Asking for music recommendations? His knuckles were growing wetter, his forehead dampening as he grew closer. He couldn’t even last as he thought about pulling her pretty pink hair.

“Fuck-“ His core released a flood over his hand, sheets and his barely removed boxers. He panted heavily as he pulled his hand away from his dick.

Eddie imagined it was her not his own palm. Hers were smaller than his but they would be like heaven on his cock.

He sloppily cleaned himself with the fabric of his boxers when his cellphone pinged. Eddie nearly dropped his device as he quickly unlocked to see if Cobain was calling him already.

But it was an unknown number.

He hesitated but figured it may be a student who got his number from his professor.

“Hello?” He still sounded out of breath.

“Hellooo, Edward.” What the fuck? Eddie shot up from laying down. The voice was altered and male. Well…it was just weird.

“Uh, yeah? Who’s this?”

“Me? I’m just a passerby. Someone who’s interested in watching people. Do you like watching people, Eddie?” Oh Jesus H Christ.

“Oh my fucking god. Are you the killer? Fuck no.” He hung up. Eddie scrambled to get his pants, when his phone rang. Again. And again.

He grabbed his phone, slamming it to his ear. “WHAT?”

“Don’t you fucking hang up on me again, you fucking perv. Or I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?” He choked on his spit.

“W-who-“

“Aw, Eddie. What’s wrong? Are you surprised I know your dirty little secret? You shouldn’t be. I mean-its a little…stalker much isn’t it?”

“Me? A stalker? You’re the one going around killing people, you piece of shit.” Eddie grit out, shoving around his clothing and other things to make sure there weren’t any cameras.

“Hey, don’t tell me you’re not glad those people are gone, Eddie. If they weren’t, your little girlfriend wouldn’t have…taken a ride.” He stopped short. Gripping his phone tighter.

“If you hurt her-I swear I’m going-“

“How sweet. Willing to fight for a girl you’re too scared to ask out. Mmm, Eddie. Maybe someone else will do it for you and you can take action.”

“Like what?! Kill someone?”

“It’s just good old fashioned revenge.”

The killer hung up and Eddie shuddered. What the fuck was that? Who the fuck is this killer? And how did they know all of this?

“I can’t believe he called you.” Cobain whispered as he walked with her after class. “Are you okay? He threatened you.” She wrapped her hand around his sweatshirt covered bicep.

Eddie sucked in a breath as he recalled the way he came from just the touch of her hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little freaked out is all. He’s not gonna fucking do anything.”

“Do you know anyone else who’s gotten a call?” She held onto him still as they strolled outside. No doubt going to part ways.

It was on the tip of his tongue to see if she would let him take her tonight. But she always went with Bunny.

“Yeah. Jonathan did. Threatening and everything.” Eddie grit between his teeth. “He hasn’t called you or anything yet right?”

She didn’t answer and he swung around. Hands finding her shoulders. Her big eyes were glassy. Pink curls falling across her forehead. Eddie pushed them away with his fingers. “Cobain. Did he call you?”

She audibly swallowed and pulled out her phone. “He didn’t call me. But he’s been…texting me. At least I think it’s him.” He snatched her phone, panic and anger rising.

He scowled at the disgusting messages.

“I’ll slit that slutty neck of yours.”

“You stop talking to me and I’ll kill everyone you love. And then finish you off.”

“Maybe if I chop off those hands of yours you’ll-“ Eddie stopped short at reading out loud when Cobain realized the rest of that sentence. She took her phone back quickly.

Eddie knew it was such bad timing. The rest of the text talked about how she made herself cum. Yesterday. He imagined her small fingers circling her swollen clit before creamy wetness dripped out of her sweet pussy. If he wasn’t with her right now he would go to her bedroom and steal another pair of panties. But then he snapped out of it. She was scared.

“It’s so awful, Eddie. What if he hurts me?” Tears pricked her eyes and he took a risk and hugged her. Resting his head on hers. His hand rubbed her back, feeling the fabric of her black sweater.

“I’d never let anyone hurt you, Cobain. You know that? Maybe you-shouldn’t be alone? I can take you home again?” He was itching to confess.

“Oh, Eddie. You’re so sweet to me.” She pulled back, eyeliner slightly smudged. “but Bunny and I are always together. But…maybe we can hang out at the party? I mean besides. Tonight I have to tell you what I thought about music.”

Oh god he was going to pass out. Right there on the side walk. “Are you-do you want to-“

“I don’t wanna move too fast. I think I’m still a little traumatized by the high school incident.” She chuckled.

Eddie was almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. This was almost a date. Almost. But. “High school incident?”

Sammy shrugged. “It’s a crazy story.”

Eddie nudged her with his boot against her converse shoe.

“I like crazy stories.”

She sighed and shifted on her feet. He loved her green trap pants as she fidgeted with the pockets. “Chrissy and I used to be-I guess enemies? For some reason she made my life hell. She made fun of how I dressed, my grades and she wouldn’t leave me alone. Well, finally I told her off when she dumped her lunch on me. And to get me back-“ She clenched her jaw. “She told everyone that her boyfriend cheated on her. With me.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. How did he not know this? He wasn’t surprised though. Cobain hated drama and confrontation. He felt even more protective of her. “Hey. It’s okay. If you want to take time-just hang out more then I’m more than okay with that, Cobain. But I really like you. And I have for a while. I just didn’t want to make you feel-weird.”

Cobain leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. He saw stars and stopped breathing from her soft lips. He wanted to kiss her but both of their phones buzzed loudly. Like an alarm.

He pulled out his phone.

“Attention students. Classes will be suspended until further notice due to lasts nights crime. Please be aware of any updates. Stay safe and stay with others.”

Another murder? He frowned. No one heard anything. “Someone else was killed.”

Cobain shivered and apparently read the news article. She gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh god…Eddie. It’s Nancy.” She whispered. “She was-brutally killed. Stabbed so many times. Just like Chrissy. And they-they have a name for this guy.” She looked up. “They’re calling him Ghostface.”

“Of course. Giving this son of a bitch some title. Like he’s famous. Maybe the party-maybe Steve will cancel.”

“I doubt it. As if he stop one of his parties. And besides. Everyone being together in one place is a good idea. I have to go find Bunny. I know she’s probably so scared.”

“Okay, yeah. Of course. I’ll see you tonight, Cobain.” Cobain gave him a smile before she sped walked ahead.

Eddie exhaled. A whirlwind happened. Murder. A almost date. And now…what?

Steve knew how to throw parties, one of is common bragging points as Eddie pulled into an open space on the street across the house. Music blared from inside and it was some hip hop playlist that he dreaded listening to. But really he was going for Cobain. He searched for any sign of her car or bunny’s. Jonathan was here already.

Eddie closed his car door with hip as he walked up to the door holding two cases of beer and he waited for someone to open the door. The man of the hour swung it open, Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “My man. Join us. Fucking perfect, you brought more booze.” He was already slightly slurring.

Eddie forced himself to do an attempted smile as Steve snatched the cases and marched into the kitchen. “Who wants more?” Cheers sounded from the too crowded house.

He didn’t give a fuck about that, right now he needed to find her. Eddie wore a nirvana shirt and his dark jeans. He wanted to show up in something only they understood. Eddie walked into the living room, no sign of her either.

“Hey! Eddie! Come join us!” He turned to see Robin and Marina sitting on the couch. Her girlfriend sitting on her lap. “We’re having a really important discussion. Oh hey, Sammy!”

He whipped around, his boots clinging to the carpet and he almost fell like a fucking idiot.

Cobain was wearing a three quarter sleeve dark brown oversized sweater. Showing off her rose wrist tattoo, thorn thumb tattoo and her matching butterflies with Bunny. Her legs were covered with ripped tights and her converse. He walked over to her and smiled. She did too. He slightly narrowed his eyes at a small red spot on the corner of her makeup covered eye. But he quickly forgot.

“Hey, Cobain, can-I get you-I mean can I get you a beer?” He cleared his throat to try and cover up his stuttering but she was so pretty.

“Yeah, I’d love that thank you.” She winked. “I’m gonna sit over there, I’ll save you a spot.” He blinked a few times at her slightly bolder voice.

“Uh yeah. That would be good.” She raised up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Eddie’s eyes widened as she brushed past him as she made her way to the couch. He assumed Jonathan was with bunny as he sped walked to the couch. Wanting to get back to his girl.

But he saw Bunny whispering in Steve’s ear. Steve was smirking as she twirled her hair. Eddie frowned. But he minded his business as he got two bottles and came back to where the group was. Cobain was sitting on a loveseat and padded a place next to her. He probably walked too quickly and almost dropped the glass bottles and he clumsily plopped next to her. Their legs pressed close together.

He decided to try and be bold with his hand but she beat him to it. Her palm brushed against his knee. She looked at him with her doe eyes and long lashes. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah of course. I-I like it.” He was so excited as he twisted the caps off. “For you, Cobain.”

“Okay, okay enough of the lovey dovey shit!” Robin interrupted and stood up. “Except for you, Cherry.” She dipped down to kiss Marinas lips before shooting up and frantically waving around her half empty beer. “Listen. If we’re gonna survive this spree of this psycho. We need to understand the rules.”

“Rules? At a party?” Steve proudly puffed his chest as he stepped in the living room. “That’s the last thing on my mind, Robs.” She scoffed and flipped him off.

“Yes rules, Dingus. The first one, you can NEVER have sex!” Everyone booed and laughed. Cobain and Eddie glanced at each other, and she squeezed his knee tighter. He set his ring covered palm on top of hers and traced the tattoo with his thumb.

“I think you’re a little late for that,” Steve smirked.

“Number two! You can never drink or do drugs!” Then everyone laughed harder, including Eddie himself as he raised his beer and remembered the weed kept in an extremely secret stash in his car.

Cobain started chugging her drink and Eddie started flushing. Something was different about her tonight. His shy little Cobain was getting out of her shell and he wanted to fucking kiss her so badly. Her throat gulped and he wanted to suck on her skin. Leave marks of his territory. If they weren’t in front of people-

She started to rise, her hand running against a strand of his messy waves. He opened his mouth to protest but Robin continued.

“And third! Never, ever under any circumstances say I’ll be right back. Because you won’t be back.”

Cobain turned at the edge of the door leading to the garage, “I’m getting another beer, you want one?”

Robin absentmindedly nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Cobain stuck out her arms, “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”

Eddie burst out laughing as Robin gasped. But a part of him sunk because he felt like she kept disappearing. But he wasn’t going to pout. He was going to wait for her. Like he promised himself he would. He glanced down after feeling his phone buzz. He sighed, hoping it wasn’t his uncle needing something. But he choked when he saw an unknown number.

“Looks like you’re going to break a rule, perverted little bitch.”

It was almost too easy as Sammy silently slipped on the gown and met her best friend in the garage. She smirked as she hid in the corner of behind the door. Bunny was in her robe, after leaving a shit scared Steve locked in the bedroom. Forbidding him to scream. Jason was coming; one of the men who bullied them. Tormented Sammy. He would pay the price. Revenge was very sweet.

The door opened, and they nodded at each other. Signaling the start of their conquest.

Jason was rummaging through the fridge, getting an arm full of beers wearing his jersey he refused to part with. His sneakers squeaked as he turned around. But Bunny was standing in front of the door.

“Shit, Jesus. That’s not fucking funny, Steve.” Jason snarled. Trying to move past but she grabbed his arm. Tightly.

“Oh? You wanna be like the psycho killer out there? Some little copy cat? You’re too small to be Harrington…I bet your Robins little girlfriend.” Bunny pulled out her hunting knife, and held it up. Waving it back and forth.

“You want me to be your helpless victim? Please, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. I really want to fuck a little Bunny.”

Then she shoved him and Sammy ran out of her hiding place and locked her arm around Jason’s neck. He flailed and he was strong. Really strong but they both practiced enough time to overpower men. “Kill this motherfucker.” Sammy growled.

They both slammed their knives on either side of his neck. He sank as they yanked out their blades, took their sleeves and wiped the knife.

“Another one down.” Bunny kicked off her costume, kicking it in the corner and Sammy decided to leave hers on. Give Eddie a little scare.

“Fuck, that one was fun. He didn’t even have a chance. But we gotta go, I’m sure those little pervs are waiting for us.”

Bunny went back up the stairs, putting back her soft act and exited the garage. Sammy opened the metal door and snuck outside. But she wasn’t alone when one of the guests started to scream. She let out an exhale before she started chasing after them.

Her past with track paid off as she lodged the knife into guys shoulder before ripping it out. She didn’t want to kill him, she wanted to cause chaos.

Sammy stopped as he started screaming inside the house, yelling that Ghostface was outside. She heard more yelling, and she quickly ducked behind a bush. She pulled off one glove and called Eddie.

“Cobain, Jesus Christ, where are you? That fucking Ghostface is here!”

“I’m so scared, Eddie! I was in the garage and I saw Jason was dead!”

“Is that where you are? I’ll find you,” Eddie voice was almost muffled by the crowd.

“I can sneak past the side door, and meet me upstairs.” She hung up and got back inside the house.

It was nearly empty as she saw Eddie holding his phone to his ear in the kitchen. His eyes widened and he took off. Sammy almost cackled as she followed him, knife raised as she chased him up the stairs, she had memorized the house enough to know a guest room was to their right as he shoved open the door.

She managed to reach him and grab his hair, fingers locking around his curls and she turned him around quickly, pushing him against the wall, blade pointed to his neck.

“Who the fuck are you?” Eddie was squirming and likely trying to think of a way to get around her.

Sammy started then laughing. “Oh, Eddie.” His face immediately paled and he went slack.

“C-Cobain?” His eyes were wide as she slowly pulled off her mask, blood still damp on her gloves as she continued smiling at him.

“Surpriseeee, Eddie.”

“No, no, this isn’t possible. This has to be some fucked up joke. You’d never hurt-“ Sammy held the knife to his neck, causing him to gasp. His pale skin flushing.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Eddie, you’re so hot when you’re scared, pretty boy.”

“You’ve killed people, this is crazy! What- why did you do it?” Eddie was trying to regain his voice but his movements stalled when she pressed a little harder, her other arm reached up to settle on the side of his head.

“You want a motive? Is that it? Who says I have one?” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Maybe it was just fun…”

“No, it can’t be that. There has to be a reason.”

“Maybe all those fucking shitty people had it coming. They all deserved it. Every. Single. One. We just got revenge. What everyone is too scared to do.” Sammy started nodding her head. “Is that motive enough for you?”

She looked down at his pants, he was hard. “Dirty boy, you like this. Being under my mercy, don’t you? Just like when you take my stuff. Cum around it.” His brown eyes widened. “Oh yeah, I know all about it. Maybe I left it out for that exact reason.”

She slid her free hand down his chest, he shivered as her blood stained glove left a trail. “You like this…you want it, don't you?”

“I can’t- it’s not right-“ She smacked his dick with the knife. Enough pressure to get his attention but it wouldn’t hurt. She pulled the glove off.

“Don’t lie to me, it’s pathetic.” She whispered and leaned in closer, hovering over his mouth. “Hmm? You gonna make me do all the work?”

Eddie lost control when he smashed his lips to hers, apparently losing all morals as they were nothing but teeth and tongues devouring each other. His hands locked around her hips as she ground them against his dick.

Sammy then grabbed his neck and turned him. She landed on top of him on the perfectly made bed as she slit the knife through the material of his shirt, exposing his fit torso. He moaned as she traced his stomach then v line with the tip of the blade. It glimmered underneath the poor lighting.

“Dirty slut, you want me to ride you? You want to make me cum? I think you’ve earned it.”

“Fuck, please. Please, fuck me. I need you,” She cut him off by kissing him with bruising force and bit his lower lip. He opened his mouth and she took the opportunity to spit inside as she started slightly bouncing. Still with their clothes on.

Sammy started sucking his neck, leaving purple marks before moving down his chest. Making her way down his hips above his jeans. She tossed the knife on the floor as she pulled off his pants and boxers.

His cock slapped against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. “Is this all for me?” She smeared it with her thumb as he rapidly nodded.

“Yeah, I need it-“

Sammy wasted no time getting on her knees on the floor, her own pussy soaking through her panties as she wrapped her lips around the swollen tip of his dick. Eddie moaned louder, an almost animalistic sound from his chest as his hand flew to her pink hair.

Her tongue messily lapped the sides of his cock before she massaged his balls and returned to sucking. She breathed through her nose as she bobbed her head. Her mouth was growing wetter as he grew close. He was going to cum already. Sammy gagged as he thrusted into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

He spilled into her mouth and she pulled back, wiping her chin as she crawled on top of him again. Straddling his naked hips. Eddie was panting as he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her again.

His breathing was pornographic as Sammy shimmied out of her shorts and tights, she wasn’t wearing underwear as her cunt clenched around nothing. “You want me to fuck you?” She baited him against his lips.

“God, yes. Ride me, I’m begging you.” He was almost on the brink of tears as she guided his cock to her pussy and sank down.

She was stretched and then filled up as she groaned. Her hands on his shoulders as she started bouncing. Eddie’s palm went around her throat and she allowed him. Poor pretty boy needed something to brag about. The headboard slammed against the wall and she was growing close. The adrenaline of killing and fucking Eddie Munson was enough to make her cum. His thumb rubbed her clit, speeding up the climax.

It hit her like lighting and she shuddered, her forehead pressed against his. Sweat dampening her skin. She began to move again, knowing he didn’t cum the second time but he stilled her.

“No, I can- I can wait. That was about you.” He whispered.

She gave him a smirk and then grabbed his jaw, her post orgasm trembling making it sloppy. “Good. Because now, I’m going to make you scream for me.”

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A Gentle Hand - Hannibal Lecter Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: A Gentle Hand

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter X Sunshine!Reader

Word Count: 1,486 words

Warning(s): mentions of murder

Summary: (Between Season 1, Episode 3 & 4) Abigail Hobbs had dealt with a nasty hand in life. After her father's death, she seemed to remain closed off from everyone around her. Hannibal wants to introduce someone different to her life in the hopes of getting her to open up more.

Author's Note: It has been way too long since I've written for this OC and I'm sorry.

MORE OF THIS OC HERE!

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Hannibal brought up his idea the first night after Abigail woke up from her coma. That idea being introducing (Y/n) to Abigail.

(Y/n) had been told the story of poor Abigail Hobbs. The girl with the killer for a father. The one who was dragged on hunting trips. The one whose dad killed girls who looked eerily similar to her.

"Are you sure this would be the best choice," (Y/n) asked as they discussed the idea over dinner one night. "I... I don't want to overwhelm her. She's had a few days of chaos. So many people. Reporters and doctors and investigators... I'm just worried."

"That's why I think it would benefit her greatly," he explained. "Someone with no ulterior motives. Just a kind face."

"Can you not serve as that kind face?"

"She knows me as a doctor. As one of the people who helped catch her father," he replied. "She needs someone new. No previous connections."

(Y/n) slowly nodded.

"And you offer some fascinating insights."

"How so?"

Hannibal paused at the question. It had been a long time since he had struggled to find a decent answer to such a question.

"You're outlook on life tends to differ greatly from those that Abigail has known so far."

A very smooth attempt to avoid admitting that he knew more of (Y/n)'s story than (Y/n) did.

"And Alana approves of this idea?"

"After some persuasion, yes," Hannibal grinned up from his food.

(Y/n) grinned back. "Well then, I guess I can try to get through to her."

"Thank you."

The next day, Hannibal drove the pair up to Port Haven Psychiatric Facility. Will and Alana were waiting outside for them. (Y/n) smiled at the sight of the pair, jumping out of the car almost before Hannibal had stopped completely.

"Will," they fussed, pulling the man into a tight hug. "How have you been feeling?"

"As fine as I can be," his grin is tense and forced, but he does feel a sense of comfort due to (Y/n)'s presence.

They turned to hug Alana next, whose smile was much more genuine as she hugged them back.

"How are you," (Y/n) mumbled before stepping back.

"Busy as ever," she explained. "Especially now. I assume Hannibal gave you an idea of who Abigail is."

(Y/n) nodded as Hannibal joined the group. His hand touched the small of (Y/n)'s back, ready to carefully lead them inside.

"I've avoided reading too much about Abigail," (Y/n) explained. "They all seemed so focused on the idea that she had to be evil."

Alana and Will nodded.

They signed in before walking down the hall. Will and Alana waited outside while Hannibal led (Y/n) inside. The approach was Hannibal's idea. Abigail wasn't overwhelmed by the mere number of people and wasn't left alone with someone that she didn't know.

"Abigail," Hannibal spoke up to get the girl's attention. "I want to introduce you to someone."

(Y/n) waved at the girl. Abigail's eyebrows furrowed.

"This is (Y/n)," he explained. "My partner."

(Y/n) tried to keep their smile from getting too big. It was still new to them. The idea of being his partner and not just his friend. Hannibal smiled at them. It felt like the most natural title in the world to him.

"I thought the two of you would get along."

"Hi," they said.

"Hi," Abigail replied awkwardly.

"It's nice to meet you," they continued. "How are you feeling?"

"Kind of tired," she shrugged, glancing at Hannibal for a moment.

"Hannibal, can you..."

"Of course," he nodded. He pressed a kiss to the side of (Y/n)'s head before leaving the room.

"I... I brought you this," (Y/n) stepped forward slowly, holding out a gift. It was wrapped in some dark blue paper with a gold ribbon.

They stepped closer to the bed, so it was easier for Abigail to grab the gift. They sat on the edge as Abigail opened it.

"I was going to bring you some food, but I was worried they would confiscate it," (Y/n) shrugged. "Plus, I didn't know if you had any allergies or what your favorites were... and I should stop talking."

Abigail grinned before pulling off the wrapping paper. Inside was a book.

"I also didn't know what kind of stories you liked, but I wanted to try to find something-"

"It's a book of poems."

"Are you not interested in poetry?"

"I... I don't know," she shrugged.

(Y/n) grinned. "I thought it was a safe place to start."

Abigail nodded before placing the book on the table. "Thank you."

There was a small pause.

"So... how long have you and Hannibal been together," she asked after a few moments.

(Y/n)'s smile told a thousand words. "Not... Not very long."

Abigail tilted her head.

"Well, we've been friends for a while. A few years, really," they explained. "And then, it all just kind of happened. We had dinner at his house. With Will, actually. And after Will left, Hannibal and I kissed and it all just... happened. It felt right."

"You make it sound like a fairytale," she chuckled. "True love's kiss."

"Sometimes it feels that simple."

Abigail grinned at the thought.

"I don't want to bore you-"

"You aren't," she stopped (Y/n). "It's nice to have someone talk about something other than my dad for once."

"Oh," (Y/n) nodded. "Okay."

"Why was Will there?"

"Oh, he... apparently, he wanted to meet me. Hannibal has this photo of the two of us in his office."

"What's the photo?"

"It's from my birthday," (Y/n) said. "I think it was the first birthday after we met. I didn't... well... don't have a whole lot of friends. Hannibal held a little dinner for me. It was really nice."

"Are you and Dr. Bloom friends?"

"I think so," they nodded. "She is the sweetest person. She is incredibly protective. All she wants is to keep everyone safe all the time."

"I can tell."

"I'm sure you could."

"That's enough about me," (Y/n) waved off any further questions. "Tell me about you. Whatever you want. Tell me about your old pet turtle, if you want."

The next hour or so was the best time that Abigail had experienced since the tragic events that led her to that room in the first place. (Y/n) saw so much more than the daughter of a killer. So much more than some headline or potential threat. And Abigail felt a sense of comfort from that.

It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that either one of them seemed to snap out of their conversation.

Alana leaned her head through the doorway.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Do they need the room," (Y/n) asked. Alana nodded. "Alright, got it. One second."

They stood up and grinned at Abigail.

"It was nice meeting you," they said. "I hope you enjoy the book."

"Are you going to visit again," she asked. "Today was really nice."

"I'll try my best," (Y/n) promised. "Bye Abigail! It was nice to meet you!"

"You too."

Alana and (Y/n) crossed paths in the doorway. Hannibal and Will were waiting outside. Hannibal seemed calm, but Will was pacing. (Y/n) thought he looked like a nervous parent.

"How did it go," he asked as soon as he spotted them.

"She's very sweet," (Y/n) replied. "She just needs more than people asking about her father. She's more than her dad's crimes."

Will sighed. "(Y/n)... Jack Crawford thinks there's a chance that Abigail was involved."

"He's actually entertaining that," they glared at him before looking at Hannibal. Hannibal looked toward the floor. "Abigail is a scared teenager. She doesn't deserve any of this. If you want to investigate, fine. Do not involve me. Abigail needs love and support. A gentle hand. She's not a monster."

"We don't think she is," Hannibal explained, touching (Y/n)'s arm.

He already knew about Abigail's involvement in her father's crimes. He saw no point in tainting the view (Y/n) had of the young girl.

"Then why say anything?"

"You deserve to know all parts of this situation if you're going to visit her."

(Y/n) shook their head and looked down.

"I'm sorry," Will added softly.

They let out a huff through their nose. "It's okay. I just wish you two would've told me the true purpose of this visit."

"I'm sorry," Hannibal stepped forward and pressed a kiss to their forehead. "I'm sorry, darling."

(Y/n)'s eyes closed as he did.

"Would you like to go home," he asked. (Y/n) nodded before turning to Will.

"Let me know if she likes the book I brought."

Will nodded.

(Y/n) and Hannibal didn't speak again until after Hannibal had started the drive home.

"She has a chance," (Y/n) said softly. Hannibal hummed, pushing for more information. "A chance at a life beyond this. She has... so much potential. She's smart and kind and funny."

Hannibal nodded, agreeing with them.

"She just needs the opportunity."

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Rules: Answer as many (or as few) of the questions about your WIP as you can.

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

My ocs, but not all of them. They were part of a separate plotline that I abandoned quickly because it was terrible and cringy. Parts of them changed as they developed, but the core of their characters began here.

The originals are: Annamarie, Rachel, Jacob, Elaine, Jol (the daemon), and Natalie (Anna's mom)

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I imagine it would be like the soundtracks I listen to while writing. These include songs from Narnia, HTTYD, Pirates of the Carribean, etc. I'm no composer, so I'd trust the judgment of the music expert on the case.

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

My automatic instinct is to jump to "all of them," but I'll be reasonable here and keep it brief because I could write an essay about each of them. I won't because a) that's ridiculous to do here, and b) a lot of this has to do with spoilers/stuff on the down-low. My Top 3 (these may be surprising or not) in no particular order are:

Seniar- He's more than Anna's dad, he's lived many lives and seen too much. He's a prince who stepped up to protect his people, defied expectations, and fell in love with a human, earned his place as a war hero, and did his best to protect and raise his daughter after everything he had known and cared for was destroyed in front of him. He might not be perfect, but he's dedicated his life to other people and still provides for his daughter despite carrying the burden of his past.

Roselle- The living dead, her existence shakes the very foundation of my other characters. After being introduced to the universe, nothing was the same, and it was all for the better. She also has this strange charm about her, like she demands attention. Her life and her death are quite possibly the 2nd and 3rd most influential factors in my entire plotline- only outdone by the destruction of Ariya. She's also on a team of her own with a willingness to overlook the rulebook, which makes her extremely fun to write.

Jacob- He's caring but distant at the same time, his family is a disaster, and he's a rule follower and a rule breaker all at once. He's an enigma and has been from the start. You think you know him, but do you really? He's always running from something, facing challenges like he's trying to prove something to himself. Him and his siblings are the driving force of a lot of plot lines, and for good reason. You just can't help but wonder whether he is a good person or a bad person, and maybe he's just both.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

I'm honestly not 100% sure. My inspiration to write this WIP truly started with Percy Jackson, so there could be some crossover there. Really anyone with an interest in fantasy and okay with dark subjects could find it interesting.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Writer's block. Whether it's because a character wasn't connecting with the action the way I wanted them to, or if I'm having a day that everything I write isn't something I'm proud of... I'm in college and work, so there's often a lot on my mind, and stress and creativity don't flow well together in my brain.

6. Are there animals in your story? Talk about them!

Anna(marie) has a cat named Isa(belle) who she picked up while moving around with her father. Isa is a beautiful and sweet black Turkish Angora whose personality is modeled after my childhood cat Belle. She's not a major focus, but she means a lot to Anna as one of the few beings she could connect with outside of her father.

All other animals are wildlife and have to do with worldbuilding, which could go crazy, so I'll stop it there.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex. trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

While on Earth and involved in traditionally human things, they travel in cars because their goal is to blend in and hide in plain sight.

In the list of natural (magic) Hecathian abilities, one of them is Teleportation. Characters with this ability, or in proximity to someone who is, travel this way. The challenge is it takes more energy the further you are traveling and needs quite a bit of practice and discipline to do it safely and correctly. A couple examples of characters with this power are Seniar, Annamarie (duh), and Jaleya (Cameron's sister).

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

Chapter 16- near the middle of book 1.

Not even close to where I want to end this.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

I suppose the variety of aspects that appear. There is action, adventure, drama, complex characters and relationship dynamics, worldbuilding aspects, and the world and timeline just keeps expanding with different stories to tell. There's a lot to choose from, and it's all interconnected in the same universe.

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

I have a whole series planned, plus spin-offs and expanded stories to supplement it. I hope I have time to get through all of it because I want my main WIP and its world to someday be a complete set and no longer stuck only in my brain and scattered through thousands of notes.

Lightly tagging @my-cursed-prince, @willtheweaver, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @ashen-crest and anyone else who wants to tell me about their WIP!

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Collision, Family, Volcano, Crown, Ruler and Fire for Izzy! (Her character has such a cool concept yet there is so little about her character in this fandom i need more of her,,,,)

Hey!! Thank you for asking! And also your ask made me want to finally do another quick doodle of her x)

Baby boy. Baby. vs Evil

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with? 🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

I am combining these questions because the answers to both are quite connected, hope this is okay!

Izzy will go feral, figurally and literally, when someone either threatens people she is willing to protect or knows which regrets of hers to turn outside. Although she thinks reasonably and tries her best to have a grasp on her impulses and "be an animal responsibly!", she unfortunately is vulnerable to provocation. You know that one smug asshole that simply knows all of your insecurities and will lead you in public (friends or families) so they could humiliate you or dig through your dirt? ...no? Well, it is the worst kind of parental/authority figure, and Izzy is likely to see red and even physically attack a person like this. If she is around someone who knows how to get under her skin, she needs a more collected friend to ground her and remind her this is not worth her passion and anger.

Conclusion: slow boil, unless you pull the right strings! He can pile up grudges and anger- heck, it took a while for Izzy to "explode" at Ludwig with telling him in exact detail how much of a dumbass he was fhfhdsfd Yet on the other hand, Ashton (a crucial OC for the story) infuriated Izzy upon like, second significant interaction!

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

I envisioned her as the only child and someone growing without mom, raised just by father who was also quite harsh on her. A hell lot of emotional problems that never got resolved, just piling up over the years. She never tried to earn her dad's approval, nor strongly rebelled against him, but simply tried to coexist with little to no trust to the irrational fool that never knew what did he want.

The father had plenty of siblings on the other hand, so Izzy got to see various uncles, aunts and cousins often! With most of them Izzy was friendly and they felt more like a family than his dad, but still it was a little soured since for them her dad was the best person even with no flaw whatsoever and in her kid and teens she lacked the nerve to ruin the good picture. Izzy stopped writing any letters to her father or cousins from Yharnam in the end. There were just too many absolutely batshit things happening that letters would not cover, but he didn't want to bother with 'fake' and shallow letters either.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

Izzy simply wanted to have his place amongst other significant people in Yharnam, whether it'd be as a great hunter or as a significant researcher! In a way, this wish came true.. you know, discovering a whole new philosophy in all that... mess of Kin, Beasts and humans, that STILL (!!!) has people like Josef diving into Loran dungeons to get at least close to the revelation about beasthood Izzy found? Izzy died as a monster, not knowing her legacy would live on beyond cursing Yamamura's homeland with beasthood, but she'd be very content to know she left the potential of "better humankind" open :')

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

Izzy is actually well-versed in subjects like math, history, chemistry and biology! She knows a lot of literature and art too, it is just not a forefront and only brought up accidentally, when she tries to recite a poem that no one recognises. Doesn't help that her manner of talking is really "simple" for the lack of better term, and her education is only obvious when she IS discussing the topic! I always joke that she is a jock+nerd hybrid xD

She went the self-taught road as soon as she gained enough maturity to understand the teachers at the school tended to abuse their authority and the educational system itself was sketchy and with propaganda of certain ideas baked in it! If they wanted to overreact at her reasonable curiosity, then whatever! Calling them out on their bullshit and doing her own thing at the library it is, then! Because of how she studied everything "unofficially" she never had any certificate for her rich knowledge. But out of all Hunters visiting Byrgenwerth, only Izzy took a whole room to conduct researches, not to mention giving good lectures..... until Willem finally walked in and shooed her with a broom fdhfdjdsd

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

If you count self-inflicted beastly evolution and accelerating Vermin she got inside herself to properly become a part of her blood as self-destruction, then I guess so xD But in her defence, her choice of path to evolution preserved the humanity in its true nature the best!! Filth of humanity is not something to "cleanse" but something to cherish and protect from Great Ones who abuse it!

I'd say a flaw that guarantees his "failures" is inability to control the way arrogance grows as soon as his ideological enemies are marked. Izzy gets commentaries on being too stubborn from friends often, even when he is objectively right! She is actually quite similar to Laurence with the whole "I know what's best for humanity!".. Izzy is actually a strong competition to Mico in terms of being Laurence's rival: they both have these grand plans, whereas Micolash largerly doesn't care about humanity and sees most as cattle. But God FORBID you TELL Izzy this fhdhfdshds

Also:

I want to present.. the sequel

Izzy: Unlike you fanatics I am able to listen to the ideas that contradict mine without losing my shit uwu

Caryll: Embracing beasthood is not the rebellion against the vicious cycle of Moon Presence that you think it is but a truthful part of her plan same as Star Kin that receive redemption from her, the only way to win is to not play.

Izzy:

Ok ok I am done now fhhdshfdhf Thank you for the ask again!!

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🤪‼️🙏 for the OC most on your mind rn

Well the last OCs I was thinking about were the Nicea crew (and how they should have more problems) so let's go with them:

🤪Do they have a “fun uncle” type family member?

Declan: not really.

Isabel: she does - one of her dad's brothers - but she stopped liking him when she stopped being able to swindle him out of candy and pocket change. She hasn't seen him since before high school, because she hasn't been back to her home planet since then.

Rodney: same as Isabel but he never liked the fun uncle to begin with. He was too loud and too much.

Tristan: she's had several, if "family" includes her mom's many girlfriends over the years. She'd also consider Von kind of a fun uncle, though more of the "grumpy but will let you drive the truck and sneaks you candy" kind.

Spinder: technically speaking, he is an uncle to the vast majority of his family. But his "fun uncle" has always been his second sister, Teagan, who is also Cady's mom. She's some 25 years older than him, but he and Cady are only five years apart, which meant that Teagan allowed them to be collectively a menace, but Spinder got to go home at the end of the day.

Cady: Spinder, his uncle who is younger than him. No contest.

Bo: also not really.

‼️What’s the most important part of having a “family” to them?

Declan: having people he can rely on, closely followed by not being for real alone.

Isabel: having someone who will stand by her no matter what. Which makes Rodney the most family family member she has.

Rodney: having people who will always need him, because he desperately needs to be needed.

Tristan: being in community with them, and especially sharing meals.

Spinder: his family is huge, so having an abundance of people to meet his social and emotional needs and engage with him about different interests, or in short: never being alone.

Cady: to be honest it's kind of a relief to have people who are supposed to like him, because he thinks he might kind of suck.

Bo: always having a place to return to, whenever they return.

🙏Are there things about their family they wish were different?

Declan: he wishes his moms weren't dead. But with the family he has living, he wishes that he knew how to talk to Teagan (his mother-in-law). He always feels so awkward with her, like she's kinda disappointed in him, and he doesn't want to give her any reason to be more disappointed in him.

Isabel: where does she even begin with them…she's concluded that things would be better for everyone if her and Rodney's parents had gotten divorced when she was about ten. Then she wouldn't have had to experience her dad doing transphobia with extra steps, her mom screaming at him all the time, Rodney becoming even more a nervous wreck, and becoming ride or die with him out of perceived necessity. But given what she has to work with now, she wishes Fay could just fucking chill out already and not always find some way to belittle her, whether intentional or not.

Rodney: could Fay and Isabel be okay please? And could someone tell him if his dad is still transphobic with extra steps or is he gonna have to go find out himself

Tristan: she wishes she knew more of her blood family. A good chunk of them still live on Antarac, and many of them around her hometown, but there a few branches of her family that are either all dead at this point or disappeared out into the galaxy, never to be heard from again. She wishes the family she does know could help her find the rest, even though they probably disappeared for a reason.

Spinder: in his immediate adoptive family (his third sister and her husband and kids) he wishes Michael hadn't been such a shit, because then he probably wouldn't have fallen out with Gwinnia for fighting with Michael. But he also has to acknowledge there wouldn't have been a fight if he hadn't engaged…either way he wishes he hadn't fallen out with Gwin, and also that he'd found some way to connect more with his now-deceased birth dad.

Cady: he can put up with just about any family nonsense, but god he wishes his dad hadn't died when he was a kid.

Bo: "we never get to see you anymore Rannebo" except after ten years of accidental exile they feel a lot more like their parents have a point.

Send me some family asks!

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My dcla relatives ocs and headcanons about who's related to who

Cause I don't just have next gen ocs, I also have some ocs for relatives they have. Many of them do not have names yet, but I may have some ideas of who they are. Also, this will also not only have ocs, but also other characters that I think might be related to them.

Camila has four younger sisters: Eva and Ada (they are not ocs but you know, they are def her sisters, born 1998), Lola (Born 2001) and Lili (born 2009)

Since Ámbar is adopted, her biological family very unknown, and I'd like to believe she has a younger sister somewhere from her biological dad's side... I have not decided if this sister is gonna be Isadora from Netflix's Elite, or a brand new oc lol. I also have this idea that her biological dad has slept with a lot of women and thus have these fatherless children all around the world. Let's be glad Ámbar has mommy issues and not daddy issues and never craved to know who her dad was, or else she'd open a whole can there. It would be very interesting for this girl to do a dna test someday.

Angie is second cousins with Caterina from Entrelazados. Caterina's grandmother has two siblings, one of the siblings are the grandparent of Maria and Angie, and the other is the grandparent of Sharon and Lili. Which, yes, means Violetta and Luna are distantly related. Although, Angie is only aware of Caterina as their families were slightly closer. Thank you Entrelazados for having like every dcla actor in one show so I can make all of this up!!

Continuing with the dcla and d+la connections... Luna is distantly related to Lupe (and thus also Pipe) from Siempre fui yo. Maybe second or third cousin, but they do share a great grandparent down the line.

Simón is first cousins with Morgan from Papás por encargo, and Leon is first cousins with Miguel from the same show :)

Gregorio and Rey are twins. Their uncle is Franco from Entrelazados.

Federico and Matteo are half siblings. They have the same dad, who left Fede's mom. He has never told Matteo about his previous relationship. One day the half brothers are gonna reunite.

Juliana is sisters with Alice from Bia.

Simón also has one older sister (born 1995), one younger brother (born 2001) and two younger sisters (born 2006) and I don't have any names for them yet. But they are there.

Ramiro has two older half siblings, a brother (born 1996) and a sister (born 1997). He also has a younger half brother on his dad's side (born 2002) and a half sister on his mother's side (born 2005). Also, he has a stepsister (born 2001) and a stepbrother (born 2007). So yeah, he has a giant family.

Jim has an older sister named Julia (born 1998), and Aillén from Bia is her younger cousin.

Jazmin has a younger sister (born 2008) that she wants to mentor in fashion and makeup to, but her sister isn't too interested.

Yam has two younger brothers: Manny (born 2004) and David (born 2007). She also has a cousin (born 1999) that she looks up to a lot, though I have not gotten a name for her just yet.

Delfi has a younger brother (born 2004) and she finds him really annoying, but she loves him too.

Maxi has a younger brother (born 1997), which he mentioned having in the pilot.

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When You Love It

Happy Lowman & Daughter!OFC (Diedra Lowman)

Inspired by the quotes from This Post

Warnings: 18+, angst, blood, murder, implied/referenced physical assault

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: I have so many thoughts and feelings about these two, and about Diedra in general. I feel like I get in my own way trying to wait and think of some big overarching longfic for my ocs when really I should just get more comfortable writing down the ideas I have for them and posting them. If things end up connecting down the road, great! If not, that's great too! This is definitely more of an origin story type of thing lol. I was originally going to add more to this one-shot but I didn't want it to feel forced so I just left it as-is. Hopefully there will be more Lowman Sister stuff in the future!

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She still remembered the first time that she had to help patch Happy up. It wasn’t the type of thing that someone forgot, even though she was young when it happened. Despite the fact that she was only eleven at the time, even so many years later she could still vividly remember the sound of the front door slamming shut in the middle of the night. It had been loud enough to stir her from her sleep, but not her younger sister, who was still peacefully slumbering on the opposite side of the room.

She’d tip-toed out of their room and down the hall until she reached the staircase. She could hear heavy footfalls and the clattering of things in the kitchen. She assumed that it was her dad, but there was no way to be sure unless she went downstairs and checked it out for herself. And what if she was wrong? He always told her not to put herself into situations that she wouldn’t be able to get herself out of.

The footsteps got louder and she gasped as she went to turn and scramble back to her room. She didn’t even make it so that she was standing all the way upright before she heard his tired, currently strained voice from the bottom of the staircase.

“Di? That you?”

She stopped in her tracks, feeling nervous as she descended a few of the stairs. Her bare feet made almost no sound as she stepped, unlike her father’s. Her voice came out as a timid whisper, afraid that she was going to get in trouble for being up so late, for sneaking around the house. “Yes.”

He let out a sigh of relief as he leaned against the banister at the bottom of the stairs. Reaching over, he flipped the switch that turned on the singular light that hung over the staircase. He ignored the wide-eyed look that he got from his daughter when she saw the shape he was in.

“You know where I keep the first aid kit?” he asked her.

She nodded, and shot right back up the stairs without another word. She all but ran down the hall to the bathroom. Kneeling down, she opened the doors to the cabinet underneath their sink and grabbed the red and white plastic box that was sitting there with various other bottles of soap and other miscellaneous items. She tucked it underneath her arm before shutting the cabinet and making her way back towards the stairs.

When she reached the stairs, he wasn’t there anymore. She watched her step as she tried to go as quickly as possible down the hardwood steps without slipping and falling. When she reached the bottom and rounded the corner, she saw him sitting in his recliner. He was leaned back, practically disappearing into it in the darkness. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady. There was the same frown on his face that she had gotten so accustomed to.

He didn’t open his eyes when she stopped in front of him. She waited for a few seconds, and when he didn’t move or say anything, she cleared her throat to get his attention. His expression didn’t change except for the fact that he opened his eyes. She held out the kit to him.

“Here.” Her voice was still soft, still scared.

He groaned slightly as he sat upright. “Gonna need your help.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Grandma’s been teaching you and your sister to sew, right?”

She gave a slow nod. “I’m not good at it, though.”

“You’re good enough.”

She knew better than to argue, so she just nodded. Unsure of what she was supposed to do now, she stood there and watched as he slowly shrugged his kutte off his shoulders and draped it over the arm of the recliner. Next, he reached, both hands gripping the collar of his t-shirt before he pulled it off over his head. The tiniest groan managed to get past his gritted teeth as he slipped the blood-stained fabric off and dropped it to the floor.

If Diedra had looked startled at the cuts on his face, the gash going across the left side of his abdomen left her frozen. Her hands trembled as she clutched the first aid kid. In the back of his mind, Happy knew that it wasn’t right or fair to put this on her, but he didn’t have much of another option at this point. He wasn’t going to his mom, not with this. And hospitals were out of the question. So, here he was, relying on his young daughter’s rudimentary sewing skills to patch him up.

“Go turn the light on,” he nodded towards the switch for the living room.

“What if I—”

“It’s gonna be fine.” He didn’t quite snap, but there was more of an edge to his voice than there usually was. He knew it was the pain that was making him sound that way. He just hoped that his daughter knew it too.

Diedra did as he asked, scurrying over to switch on the light before walking back over. She stared where his skin was torn—the bleeding still hadn’t stopped. She hadn’t even opened the first aid kit yet. Her hands were still trembling a fair amount as she stared at him.

“You’re still bleeding,” she said softly.

“It’ll stop,” he said matter-of-factly.

He leaned, ignoring the pain in his side as he did, so that he could reach and open the first aid kit. He grabbed the medical wipes and hastily cleaned the area by the wound. He cleaned it up enough so that Diedra would be able to stitch it with relative ease. She was right in saying that he was still bleeding, but the bleeding had slowed down considerably since it happened.

“Dad, I—”

“Please, Di.”

He laid down on the couch and Diedra sat down on the edge of the coffee table, the open first aid kit sitting in her lap. He gave her step-by-step instructions, trying to be as reassuring as he could manage given the circumstances. He was thankful that she probably had too much on her mind to look at or think about the numerous smiley faces tattooed into his opposite side. He tried not to think too much about what he was doing to her, the little girl sitting there in her oversized pajama t-shirt and pants that were covered in horses. Her hair was still messy from sleep, her eyes somehow simultaneously tired and frantic. This wasn’t the job for a child but there she was anyway.

She had tears in her eyes the whole time, her fingers fumbling every so often, but she kept on trying to muddle through. Happy nodded in approval and grit his teeth through the pain as she worked. No matter how long it took, it was still better than bleed out, and it was better than sitting in a jail cell.

“Alright,” he nodded back towards the kit when she had finally finished sewing him back together, “now just get the scissors and cut it.”

Her fingers trembled as she made the final cut. Happy’s head dropped back against the couch cushion as he let out a sigh of relief. His arm dangled off the edge of the couch, fingers brushing against the hardwood floor. He was staring silently up at the ceiling as his daughter sat there staring at him.

“What happened?” she asked as she stared at her handiwork.

“Got into a fight.”

“With who?” There was a slight tremor to her voice, like she knew that she wasn’t supposed to be asking him that question. That was one of the rules—no questions about dad’s work or about dad’s club.

“Bad guys,” he answered shortly. He didn’t say anything else for a minute but he felt her staring at him. Turning his head to look at her, he said, “Go put the kit away and get back to sleep.”

“Dad—”

“Go to bed, Di,” his voice was firmer this time. “Try not to wake up your sister.”

Her voice was quiet, defeated, “O-okay.”

He watched as she closed the kit and started to head back to the stairs. When she reached the bottom of the staircase, he spoke up again. “Hey.” He waited for her to look over at him, exhaustion and fear etched into her innocent little face. “Thanks, kid.”

She didn’t sound any more reassured or confident than before as she said, “You’re welcome.”

She went to the bathroom to put the first aid kit away. She tucked it back underneath the sink the exact same way that she’d found it. Standing back up, she turned the hot water on in the sink so that she could wash her hands. She scrubbed hard, trying to get all of her father’s blood off of her palms and fingertips. She didn’t even understand how it had gotten onto the backs of her hands too, but it did. She kept applying more soap and scrubbing over and over again until the water ran clear, until her tanned skin was free of any red.

When she got back to the bedroom that she shared with her little sister, she didn’t know if she wanted to go inside. She didn’t know what else to do, though. So, she quietly stepped past the threshold and padded quietly over to her sister’s bed. Her baby sister could sleep through anything, so she hardly stirred at all as Diedra scrambled into bed next to her, pulling the blanket up over both of them before trying to go back to sleep.

She also remembered the first time Happy had needed to help patch her up. She was fifteen, and by that point it had been about five years of her playing emergency doctor for her father whenever he got too banged up doing whatever it was that he did for the club, the number of smiley faces on his side steadily increasing but neither of them said anything about it. They still weren’t allowed to ask questions, but Diedra knew a little more than her sister. It was only fair since she was the one mastering the use of the first aid kit. Her stitching had gotten a lot better since that first night, although Happy still had the messy scar on his abdomen from the first one, a scar that he hadn’t gotten tatted over.

But now he was the one who needed to help Diedra with her mess. When he got the call, the thought crossed his mind that maybe if he hadn’t put so much on her over the years, that she would have normal teenage girl problems. He’d wondered over the last year or so if it was going to be a problem. The few fights that she’d gotten into at school always getting more out of hand than they would for a typical fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl. Sure, Happy taught both of his girls how to keep themselves safe if they had to, but these had been more than that. He wondered if it had been his fault.

Then, as he listened to the shake in Diedra’s voice as she spoke to him via the payphone she walked by every day on her way home from school, he couldn’t help but to think that it was too late for him to fix any of it.

“I don’t know what to do,” she told him honestly.

He didn’t have to see her to know that she was crying. “Stay put. I’ll be there soon.”

“Dad, I’m not, I can’t,” she tried to get a sentence out, “People can’t see me like this.”

His brain was running at a mile a minute as he tried to figure out what to tell her. He didn’t know what she looked like, but she was smart, smart enough that he knew that she wasn’t worrying for nothing.

“Go to the bathroom behind the gas station. I’ll be there in ten.”

“What if—”

“Don’t open the door.”

For a split second, she had the same soft, scared voice of the eleven-year-old girl who had to stitch up her father’s stab wound in the middle of the night. “Okay.”

Happy tore down the streets on his bike. Speed limits and cops be damned, no one was going to slow him down now. He practically skidded to a stop in front of the bathroom door. Tearing his helmet off, he jumped off the bike and quickly strode over to the door. He jimmied the handle and found it locked. He let out a sigh of relief at that before knocking.

“It’s me.”

Seconds later the door unlocked from inside. Diedra pulled the door open a crack. Her eyes were red and watery, her ponytail almost completely fallen out with her hair sticking out in multiple directions. It hadn’t even crossed her mind to fix it as she paced inside the cramped, smelly, gas station bathroom.

Happy pressed his hand against the door to push it farther. “Open up. It’s just me.”

She did as he said. Pulling the door open farther, Happy was able to really see her. And he immediately understood why she didn’t want anyone else to see her. The white tank top that she had on had rusty red smears all over, splatter marks across her chest. There were a few flecks of blood on her face, too, along with tearstains. The most concerning thing, though, was the bruising that he could see around her throat. It took all of a split second for him to know that the bruises would match up with the shape of someone’s hands.

“What happened?” he asked.

She sniffled, shaking her head. “I don’t…I don’t…”

“Where are they?”

She nodded in the direction that she’d come from. “Back there. I don’t…I don’t think he’s…”

Happy didn’t say anything to her in response to that. Turning around, he went and grabbed a sweatshirt from the bag on his bike. It was old and ratty, but it would cover up the blood-stained tank top that she was wearing. He held it out to her without saying anything, and she took it from him silently as well. She pulled it over her head, letting the hood stay flipped up. When her hands came out the bottom of the sleeves, he saw the blood all over them, too.

“Any of it yours?” he asked her. She shook her head but wasn’t able to verbalize an answer. That was enough for Happy, though. He pulled his phone from his kutte and quickly dialed. He held it to his ear, not taking his eyes off of Diedra as the phone rang. The second there was an answer on the other end of the line, he started talking. “Hey, Mom. I need you to get Kota. Yea, she’s at the house.” He paused, waiting for the questions to stop. “No, I’ve got Di. We’re fine. Yea. I’ll get her tomorrow. Love you.” He snapped the phone shut before shoving it back into his kutte again. “Let’s get you home.”

“What about—”

“I’ll take care of it. Come on.” He reached, taking her by the elbow, his grip simultaneously firm and gentle as he brought her back to his bike.

He reached up, pushing the hood back down off her head. He grabbed his helmet, putting it on her and tightening the strap on it before clipping it beneath her chin. Neither of them said anything as they looked at each other. He was trying to figure out if she was on the brink of losing it, and she was looking at him hoping that he would give her any kind of reassurance that she was going to be okay.

Without another word, he climbed back onto his bike and motioned for him to get on behind him. She did, her arms wrapping around him. He couldn’t help but to notice that she was squeezing herself much tighter to him than she usually did. Both his kids were comfortable on the back of a bike—it was just the nature of being his daughters. But he could feel the extra layer of fear between them.

The first thing he said to her when they walked through the door was, “You need to go shower.”

She sniffled, nodding as she wiped at her eyes. “Right.” She felt the way her tank top was stuck to her skin, still tacky with blood. “What about my…” her voice trailed off as she pulled at the fabric of the hoodie.

“I’ll get rid of them.” He paused. “Toss them outside the bathroom door before you get in the shower.”

“Okay.”

He nodded towards the stairs. “Go. I’ll be back before you’re done.”

“You’re leaving?” panic saturated her voice.

“Just to clean up. Then I’ll be back.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Before you’re done. Promise.”

She didn’t have anything left in her to fight about it, so she just nodded and made her way up the stairs. Happy watched until she was out of sight, and only then did he sigh, his shoulders sagging in defeat. They would talk about it when he got back. Until then, his mind was just going to race with all of the worst-case scenarios. It wasn’t the time to push her about it, though. Right now, the main concern for both of them was cleaning up.

The second he heard the shower start, he went back out of the house and immediately made his way for the pickup truck. He jumped in and peeled out of his driveway, right back the way that they’d just come on the bike. There was no guarantee that the guy was dead, that he would still be there, that the cops or some random bystander hadn’t already come across him. But judging by the state that Diedra was in, wherever the two of them were, it hadn’t been a high-traffic area.

He would do the real work, the actual cleanup, tomorrow. But he cleaned the mess up enough to buy him enough time to spend the night at home with his daughter. He knew how to get rid of bodies. The rest of this mess, though, that was new territory for him.

True to his word, he was back before she’d stepped out of the bathroom. The water wasn’t running anymore, but the bloody clothes were still in a heap outside the bathroom door. Happy grabbed them, immediately heading towards the back yard, for the fire pit.

He was poking what little was left of the charred fabric with a stick, mixing it with the branches and lawn clippings that were also in the fire pit with it. Diedra silently materialized beside him, wearing a pair of her own sweatpants but still wearing the sweatshirt that Happy had given her earlier. Her hair was just dry enough to not be dripping, the long waves coming over her shoulders and peeking out from under the hood that she had flipped up. He could still see the bruises through her damp locks of hair. He knew that she could still feel them, too.

Her eyes were fixed on the flames when Happy turned to look at her. He studied her face intently, but he couldn’t get much from her expression. Moments like that reminded him how much Lowman she really had in her. It was harder to see with her sister—she took more after their mother which was a different kind of heartbreak. But Diedra seemed like she was more than just 50% Happy. Maybe it was because he had been pulling her into the mess of the other side of his life for years now. But as she stood there, glassy-eyed but otherwise stone-faced, it felt like they could’ve almost been the same person.

“What’d you do with him?” she finally asked, still not looking at him as she tucked her hands into the pocket that went across the front of Happy’s sweatshirt.

“Took care of it.”

“That easy?” she asked, her voice weak.

“More to do tomorrow,” he told her honestly. “But for now, it’s taken care of.” He waited for her to ask or say something else. When she didn’t, he said, “Your turn.”

She turned and looked at him, eyebrows raised slightly but she didn’t say a word. He could see the confusion on her face at his statement.

“What’d you do with him?” he rephrased.

Her scoff turned into a sob, a sound that sent a shot of pain through her as it rattled against the inside of her bruised throat. “You saw.”

“You gonna tell me what happened?” He saw her bottom lip start to quiver. “You know who he was?”

She shrugged and shook her head. “Not,” she wiped at her eyes, “not really. He was always around when I would walk home from school. He’d say weird shit to me sometimes.”

“Your sister ever see him?”

She shrugged again. “I don’t know. He only ever said anything to me when I was alone, though. I never…I never said anything back to him. Even when I wanted to tell him to just—" she stopped herself as she shook her head.

“What happened?”

She was watching the last of her tank top and jeans finally crumble into nothing but ashes. “He came up to me. Followed me. I was, I was ignoring him the way I always did. Then he grabbed me, pulled me into that alley. He was gonna try to—” she sobbed, unable to finish the sentence.

Happy was already seeing red, fighting to keep what little composure he still had for the sake of his daughter. “What did he do, Di?”

She shook her head, angrily wiping at the tears on her face. “Nothing. I mean, he, you know,” she motioned towards her neck, “but nothing else. He didn’t get the chance to.” She dragged her hands down her face. “I keep that knife on me. The one you gave me—tuck it on the inside of my jeans like you told me. I forgot about it at first, because of everything. But then, when I thought I was gonna…” her voice trailed off for a moment, “I remembered.”

“Anyone around?” He was asking for her sake as much as his own. He didn’t want anyone to have seen her. No witnesses was better because of how it’d played out. But if someone had seen what happened and didn’t step in, didn’t say anything, there was going to be more than just one body for Happy to take care of the next day.

“I don’t think so. The way I walk home is usually pretty dead. That’s why I go that way.” She paused, finally turning so that she was looking Happy in the eyes. “What are you going to do with him?”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Dad…” She stared at him until he leveled with her gaze again. “What are you going to do?”

He nodded towards the fire. “Same thing I did with your clothes. Burn him. Bury whatever is left when it’s done.”

“Where?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I ki—” she couldn’t force the word out, so she rerouted, “I did this. You need to tell me.”

He mulled that over for a long time. He was just trying to protect her, although it felt too late to try and do that now. It felt like he’d already failed. He didn’t want to pull her even deeper into it though—she’d been through enough. But, if he had been in her position, he would want to know too. The problem was, that he didn’t want her to be him. He wanted her to be different, better.

“Do you want to go with me?” he asked against all better judgment. He saw the way Di froze, thinking over her answer. “We can go tonight after it gets dark.”

“Okay,” she said with a nod, her voice not sounding as small as it had before.

It was pitch black in the woods except for the warm light being given off by the flames in the shallow grave that Happy and Di were standing next to. Diedra was still in her sweatpants and Happy’s hoodie. Happy had left his kutte at home, opting for a plain black sweatshirt instead. They each stood there, watching the flames with their hands shoved into their pockets. Neither of them had said anything the entire time, not since they got into his pickup truck at the house.

“What now?” Di asked, speaking just loud enough over the crackling of the flames.

“Wait for it to burn out. Fill it back in and—”

“No,” she cut him off, “I mean, what do we do now?” She finally turned and looked at him, tearstains on her cheeks contrasting the hardened look in her eyes.

“Everything is gonna be the same,” Happy said, tone as neutral as it had ever been, “but it’s all gonna feel different.”

“Worse?”

“Different.”

She nodded, accepting that answer for the time being. She sighed, tucking her chin down towards her chest. If they’d been different people, Happy would’ve draped his arm around her and pulled her close. She would’ve folded into him and cried. However, they weren’t different people. Happy took a half-step closer to her so that the outside of his arm was pressed against the outside of hers, giving her a barely-perceptible nudge, a gesture that she returned.

Neither of them said anything else after that, not for the whole ride home. It wasn’t until they were getting ready to head to bed, not that either of them were going to sleep, that Happy spoke up and said something. He asked if she wanted to spend the night somewhere else, and when she said no, he kissed her forehead, said I love you, and sent her off to bed.

Since she couldn’t sleep that night, Di stayed up until the grey light of dawn started peeking through her bedroom window, giving herself a small, scratchy stick-n-poke tattoo on her hip in the shape of a smiley face.

[nerdieforpedro]

Tell me how you want me

Fanfiction 18+ MDNI

Word Count: just under 5k

Masterlist / Marcus Pike Masterlist

Marcus Pike x plus size OC (Isabella)

Summary: Marcus Pike is not trying to go to this cookout. It turns out though, he found a sleepy woman that happens to be the best thing that could happen to him.

Warnings: Smut, light BDSM, edging, oral sex (male and female receiving), established relationship, rough sex, after care, unprotected P in V

“Hey just stop by, I promise it will be quick.”

“Your backyard parties are never quick, especially when the cooler comes out. I’m not going.”

“Molly says she wants to see you, make sure you’re still alive. So do your nephews.”

“You didn’t have to mention the nephews Phillips…” Agent Pike sighed, leaning back in his chair. Pike was a sucker for the two little hellions, adorable since they’re both five years old, but double the trouble, he didn’t know how his wife did it with the long hours they have to file reports on these criminals who think they can hide behind art purchases funding their drug money.

Fellow Agent Phillips had been trying to get his partner Pike to stop buy his house for a backyard BBQ. His wife Molly insisted on it, she said he needed to get back out there in the dating game. Phillips said that they shouldn’t butt in because he’s a grown man and hadn’t indicated at any point that he wanted to be set up. Molly was not one for a no, so Phillips decided to ask Pike to join them for the last cookout before the fall really kicked in. It was still sticky and humid during the day but now cool in the evenings.

“I’ll stop by for a bit, say hi to Molly and the twins, then I’m out.” Pike stated flatly.

It would be very hard to do, but the last few years, he had gotten better at putting himself first, guarding his heart. He wouldn’t throw it away anymore as he had better standards for himself. Standards that had lead to some dates and some romps in bed but nothing substantial, not like he had with Teresa, but looking back, was it really? Had he ever really a solid relationship with a woman outside of family, acquaintances and colleagues? Pike knew he loves to please, but he was trying to work himself out of a decades old habit that found him in relationships where women he’s with call him a good man but they leave him for another guy they marry. Pike saw the evidence on social media.

The fated weekend comes and Pike is at Phillip’s house as promised with gifts for the boys and Molly because his parents taught him manners when visiting. It was one of the many selling points Molly mentioned when making the rounds with Marcus, he grinned and smiled through it all, only to be saved by Dean and Bobby running up to him and wanting to push them on the swings connected to the play set. Pike was so thankful for rude little boys.

“Uncle Pike, was mommy walking you around like a show pony?” Dean asked and he tried to climb up in the swing, his brother Bobby laughed to him as he was already in the swing.

“Mommy said it’s a waste he isn’t coupled up? Does that mean like Mommy and daddy? Some of Mommy’s wine friends mentioned that too.” Bobby told his brother, proud to know something he didn’t. Pike sighed at their discussion and knew he was going to have a long talk with Phillips about this.

“Don’t listen to what you mom and dad say, your Uncle is just fine.” Pike smiled, he was mostly telling the truth. After about ten minutes on the swings, the twins were bored and thought of something fun.

“Uncle, you wanna hide from those ladies? We know a good hiding spot! Daddy’s office, he has it but he never uses it. He usually does his papers when he’s with you at work.” Dean chimed, Bobby took his uncle’s hand and lead him into the house, telling the adults that they were going to show him their tablet. It was solid enough of an excuse to not garner any odd looks. Dean kept a look out while Bobby got Pike to the hallway.

“It’s the room at the end of the hall.” Bobby said and waved, tapping Dean on the shoulder so they could pop upstairs and play on their tablets and maybe raid the fridge later.

“Hey Bobby, did we take Auntie Izzy in there too?” Dean asked his brother once they were at the top of the stairs, Bobby thought for a moment and shrugged.

“I think so but she probably left by now. She usually goes home and we can find her online and play Pokemon Go with her.” Bobby answered not worried at all. His Auntie Izzy didn’t take to his mother’s meddling well but she was really fun with different games and she actually knew about SpongeBob and Paw Patrol so she was awesome in their book.

Agent Pike thought he was in the wrong room, but it was an office. There was just a woman laying across the couch in what looked to be a yellow off the shoulder dress, that had a slit in it. It exposed her very thick thighs and maybe a birthmark on the right one, she has white nail polish that matched her fingernails and toes. A smooth mole was on her right shoulder as well, her cleavage glistened with a thin layer of sweat as her chest rose and fell. It appeared she was asleep. White flip-flops were on the floor next to the couch and full fuchsia lips formed a small ‘o’ as she let out a coo. Her round honey tinted face appeared to be completely at peace. What was she dreaming about? Her hair was in an updo, coils in a cute poof above her head, because he was laying on her left side, her hair had teetered to the right a bit. The woman shifted a bit to the right and her cleavage peeked out a bit more from the top of her dress as did her thigh, Pike knew if she shifted again, he may see her panties, which would’t be bad for him. It was like a painting, one of the many he studied, the many artisans of the past had sculpted, painted and sketched full figured women through the eons. He wondered if he had any artistic bones in his body if her would be able to capture of majesty of this moment. The beautiful woman simply existing.

How long had he been standing here again?

Pike took a step forward to get out of the doorway, in an attempt to turn around and leave but knocked over a bookend and this a stack of books that was a the end of a shelf built into the wall. “Shit…” He whispered as he heard stirring behind him, movement. The agent turned and saw the vision of a woman sitting on the couch, rubbing her eyes, trying to get the sleep out. She was now sitting up, her hair still slightly to the right and both thighs on full display of her dress and further moved up. Pike cleared his throat, he needed to hear anything, it was so quiet. “Sorry about that.” He managed to speak softly. The woman nodded and chuckled. Her laugh was cute.

“It’s okay. I was likely asleep for too long. Are you a friend of Jack’s?” He heard her ask, she must know Jack and Molly well to refer to him by first name, or maybe she just didn’t work in law-enforcement, they always used last names. Pike nodded and turned to face her.

“I’m Pike, Marcus Pike.”

“You must work with him, not many people go with their last name first.” She laughed again, this time deeper though, her full lips moving as Marcus watched them, having a goofy smile of his face. “I’m Izzy or Isabella. I prefer Izzy though.” She stood up and pulled her dress from between her belly and thighs, she stepped forward for a handshake. Pike obliged and took her hand in his, it was soft but she had a firm grip. His calluses from using his gun slid against her palm and he sighed, feeling like he was exhaling all of the air in his lungs. She was up to his shoulder, not inducing her poof, looking down at her, he wondered if her lips as sweet as they looked. “Nice to meet you Marcus.” She smiled up at him, letting go of his hand and turning around to slip on her flip-flops.

“Nice to meet you too Isabella, er Izzy.” He corrected himself, he head her giggle as she checked her pockets. Women really do love dresses with pockets. “Are you avoiding the party as well?” Pike asked, he hoped so, then he would have something to talk about. After giving herself a quick pat down and it appeared as though she had everything, Izzy answered.

“Yeah, Molly insisted I come to get out of the house, but she just had a few guys she wanted me to meet. Wasn’t into it, so I asked the boys for a good hiding spot.” She put her hands on her hips, her arms jiggled with each movement. Pike couldn’t stop watching her. “Then I fell asleep after getting too comfortable.” She tossed a hand up with a shrug of her shoulder.

Marcus was racking is brain, should he ask for her number? Might be a bit too soon, coffee! Coffee is fine usually. Situation is a little awkward, but what wasn’t with the entire cookout debacle. “Izzy, would you want to get out of here and grab coffee?” He asked, cheesy? One hundred percent but why not? He wasn’t sure if he had ever studied anything or anyone in this much detail and he still wanted to know more.

Izzy’s eyebrows raised as she thought and agreed. “I could go for some coffee. You got Dunkin rewards? If not, I have some.” She pulled her phone out her pocket and grinned.

Pike matched her grin with his own, feeling playful, “Wherever you wanna go, I’m up for it.”

It had been four months since Isabella had heard words that changed her perception of men. ‘Wherever you wanna go, I’m up for it.” The accountant really had thought he was just giving her cheesy lines, which was sweet in a way. Marcus Pike was a man who followed through no matter if it was a promised phone call, a random lunch arriving at her office or a flirty FaceTime when he was at the office late. Time with him was well spent and always enjoyable. She never felt embarrassed by him and he seemed to find everything she did did cute which he told her often. By contrast, he was growing in a beard and mustache that looked sexy on him. It wasn’t too little and not too much, just right. She usually ended up touching it while they were out at dinner or matching movies at home as he touched her thighs.

Pike always made a point to have her climax at least once if not twice before entering her and chasing his own high. Izzy wondered what he might like but she felt a bit embarrassed about asking him, though anyone with any sense would instruct you to just ask. That was easy. Izzy never did things easy, it was not her way. Instead, she shopped around for a sheer midnight blue teddy with a matching crotchless thong. She had told Marcus to come by after work, shower and relax. He had been working a complex case with a few museums including the Smithsonian and how to coordinate the return of different pieces without pissing different countries off. She didn’t quite get the intricacies of it, but it sounded stressful. The office worker also had bought some handcuffs and a few candles that melt into oil and lube that she could massage him with or use to fuck him with. “This will be fun!” She exclaimed, hearing a knock downstairs followed by her phone ringing. He was here.

It wasn’t unusual for Pike to stay over at Izzy’s brownstone, it was much more comfortable that his studio apartment that was close to work, but cozy, as Izzy had put it. She had four bedrooms, one was an office, one was her master bedroom with a large walk-in shower that they had made very good use of, especially that built in bench seat. He relished in her pleasure, especially after she let it slip that she had only been able to climax using toys before. Marcus wouldn’t have that, plus hearing her scream his name made him want to grab her, twist her, make her more moist each time he heard it. He was greeted by his girlfriend answering the door in her black satin robe. He knew what the robe meant. “Hey babe. Sorry I’m so late.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re here Marcus.” Izzy kissed his lips softly, touching his cheek, her fingers trailing down to his jaw and poking his Adam’s apple. “You want to eat first or shower?” She asked, there was chicken Alfredo she could warm up for him.

“I’m gonna shower first, I feel stuffy from being in that office all day, you joining me?” The agent asked, dropping his bag after closing the door. One hand went to her hip, rubbing a circle to touch her thigh and ass while he kissed her shoulder. A soft sigh was heard from her lips so he then took a handful of her ass and squeezed. He heard a gasp and kissed her neck, clearly anticipating her joining him.

Though she was tempted, Izzy would stick to her plan. “No, no. You shower first and the pop into the bedroom. I thought of something for you.” She smiled, putting her ands on her hips before walking away and heading upstairs. Pike, stunned, picked up his bag and followed his love upstairs and quickly hopped in the shower. The last time she said she had something planned for him, she showed up at his office late saying she missed him and sucked his dick while he lied to his coworker and told him that he would lock up. Marcus fucked his girlfriend was in the bathroom. She enjoyed watching him struggle to keep a composed face, smirking up at him. It was then that Pike made sure that no one was in the office and his door was locked so he could bend her over the desk, slapped her ass before fingering her and plunging himself into her wetness as he spread her legs, her moans making him cry out her name. He left bruises on her thighs that night, ones that she told him not to say sorry for as she had enjoyed every moment. Isabella was also the same woman that held him and went with him to the hospital when his father had his stroke, thankfully he was able to recover mostly, but it wasn’t how he wanted to introduce her to his parents. He wanted to it be a nice family dinner. Not in a hospital room. But she was perfect throughout, making his mother nudge him and ask why he hadn’t brought her around yet.

While Pike was in the shower, Izzy was taking deep breaths, She went ahead and lit her candle and set condoms, handcuffs, but she didn’t have a blindfold. Hearing the water stop, she grabbed one of her scarfs and met him at the bathroom door, planting a kiss on him and wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on her tip-toes and put the scarf around his eyes. “Iz…what the hell?” Pike asked, chuckling. He never knew what to expect from this woman.

“I told you, a surprise. It starts now, so follow me.” She giggled and lead him toward the bed and sat him down, then pulled him close so his head rested on her breasts. She slipped off her robe and let it drop on the floor. Marcus’ arms wrapped around her back, he pressed his chest into her soft belly.

“Mmm…Should I be extremely worried or just quietly concerned?” He asked placing a small kiss between her ample breasts before nibbling on them.

Izzy licked her lips. “Neither, just listen to me and do what I tell you. I’m going to make sure to come first tonight Marcus. If you feel odd or uncomfortable about anything, just say…” Izzy paused to think of a word. “Rose.” She patted his head and took one of his hands and ran it upper her inner thigh. “You feel it Marcus? It’s been like this since you called me at your late lunch, hours Marcus…” She cooed, using one of her fingers to push his middle finger along her wet slit. Her legs widened a bit as Marcus slipped his finger in further, stroking her as he grew harder in his boxers.

“God damn woman….Tell me how you want me.” Marcus staggered, Izzy pushed him back on the bed and commanded him to scoot toward the head of the bed. He didn’t feel her get on the bed immediately, it felt like she was fiddling with something. “Izzy, what are you…” He was going to ask but she grabbed his wrists and cuffed them behind his head, kissing his lips again desperate for contact Pike lurched forward as she pulled back, panting. “Izzy, please….kiss me more.” A soft hand pushed on his chest and circled his nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Pike moaned loudly, struggling against the handcuffs, he needed to touch her, kiss her, caress her, grab her.

“Not yet. I want to watch you more like you watch me Marcus.” Izzy cooed, she released his nipple and slid off his boxers, the agent lifted his hips to make it easier. He bit down on his bottom lip as he whimpered. She hadn’t even touched his dick yet, would he last? Is this how he makes her feel? Anything like this? “Marcus, baby, you still with me? You remember the word right?” He nodded and she followed by asking if he wanted to use it, he shook he head.

“Please, tell me how to want me….Please…” Pike begged. Izzy loved the sight of the man who often made her hoarse for work the next day in a puddle go pleasure. His cock was wet with precum. She wanted to ride him them, but she would need his help for stability and she wanted to toy with him a bit more. Instead, she chose to remove her scarf and kiss his forehead, then straddled his lower torso so her ass would be rubbing against his hardness. “Fuck Iz….You haven’t told me to do anything yet.” He whined, which was true it was torture.

“Keep still.” Izzy commanded, bouncing her ass against his cock, smearing his fluid on her ass. She was kissing down his face to his Adam’s apple, biting it with her teeth before licking it. His hips buckled up in response and she bit his shoulder, “I said keep still.” Pike nodded and did his best, but he was failing the longer it went on, as she moved down, her hips did as well and her moist entrance was met with his hard cock, rubbing each other as she started to moan as well.

“Isabella please….” It was rare Marcus used her entire name, he was quite serious when he did. Izzy then reached for the candle and dripped the hot substance over his chest. Marcus yelped as his body shivered from both the heat and pleasure, Izzy started rubbing it into his skin, his chest, stomach and his arms, she used both hands to give special attention to his thighs, the dark hairs, tickling her fingers. Marcus did his best to remain still but his body was shaking, throbbing to release. “Please let me cum…” He asked out of sheer desperation.

Isabella sat back on the bed, admiring the sight of a spanning, sweating, lubed Marcus. She thought of taking a picture, but decided against it. She just soaked in the image. “Marcus, you think you can continue to stay still while I take care of you?” She asked, reaching for a towel that she had on a dresser, she wiped down his penis, his fingernails pressing into his palms. He nodded, but after she finished wiping, she flicked his shaft, causing him to make and audible grunt. “I need to hear an answer.” She stated, her finger tracing the veins along his shaft.

“Y-Yes, I can stay still. I’ll d-d-do my best. Please Izzy….honey…” He whimpered. Satisfied, Izzy ran her tongue from the base of his cock to her head, rolling her tongue around his head before sucking a little, not too much. Marcus did well in remaining still for the most part, but once she had his head between her lips, his hips buckled. He realized his mistake and quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again….please your sweet lips, let me cum…” She reached down with a free hand and pinched the skin of his testicles, before taking his girth into her mouth bobbing her head up and down while she rolled his balls between her fingers. Marcus screamed trying to resist the urge to buck his hips with her mouth, he was trying and failing, but this time she didn’t stop. Izzy used her teeth to lightly graze the skin of his head before rolling her her tongue around it, without warning, Marcus shot ribbons into her mouth as she shrugged to swallow, but downed as much she could, she did end up choking a little. In-between his breathy heaves, Marcus asked if she was ok and if she could uncuff him, he needed to know if she was okay. As Izzy took deep breaths she handed him the key, he un-cuffed himself and took her in his arms, rubbing her back. Her coughing calmed as he cradled her, kissing her forehead.

She looked up at him, her mouth with traces of him on it, “Did you enjoy yourself Marcus?” She asked, he was dumbfounded. What made her think he didn’t? His kissed her lips softly before grabbing a tissue to wipe them and himself off.

“You always surprise the hell out of me Isabella. I fucking loved it. How’d you think of that?” He asked genuinely wondering. She had never mentioned anything like this before.

“I tried to think of what you might do. You aways seem to watch me and be studying me each time Marcus, plus I thought the candle would be a nice touch.” She giggled, nuzzling into his chest. Marcus pulled her on top of him so her legs were spread, She yelped as her bit at the top of her teddy ripping it, Izzy grabbed it and help it to herself though it only covered one of her breasts. “M-Marcus!” His mouth enveloped one of her nipples as he sucked and tugged on it, he reached up and took the torn teddy from her, the grip she had on it loosened considerably. His other hand trailed down her belly which he loved to pat, she swatted his hand away and to strode further down until reaching her slick lips, running a finger over each of them as he parted them. “W-Wait… you’re not supposed to move…” She stated weakly. He was no longer cuffed and non-compliant to her demands. Pike pushed her on her back just as she had done with him, however he took hold of her ankles and held her legs up, closing her thighs around his penis which was half erect. He was the one teasing her now, running his dick back and forth against her entrance knowing he wouldn’t enter her. “Fuck…Marcus…” She cried, grabbing onto the sheets of the bed. After a few more pumps he opened her legs and pulled back, the cool air hitting her wet lips and causing her to moan. He positioned her knees on his shoulders, she knew what came next, her body tensed, but Pike just blew a kiss toward her folds, watching her, watch him as he smiled. “What are you doing down there?!” Izzy yelled indignant. How dare he just sit there? He was in position.

Marcus was loving seeing her mad, it was perfect. He was being a bit petty for what just happened, but she also did choke on his cum, eh, it was fair. His face lurched forward and kissed her thigh before using his teeth to bite her, then lick it again. He would make sure she thought about him again while she was typing at her desk in a meeting, just like he did when she left scratches on his back. What he wouldn’t do to her to make her think of him when they were apart. His lips gently pecked her clit as he felt her knees buckle, then flicked it with his tongue, he could make her climax from just her clit, but he decided to start twirling his fingers, slipped into her cunt and turn them, not pump them. Izzy cried out his name and he smiled and a dark laugh left his lips as tongue flicked again on her clit, her hips were moving where his fingers weren’t so he pulled them back out and took a hand from her knee and smacked her ass. “Not yet, you have to stay still.” He mocked her mischievously and inserted one finger. Izzy growled, wanting more, but gave in and remained still and he slowly pumped her and forming an ‘o’ with his lips around her clit, she really did try hard not to move, but she always seem to be moving, even when she was still. It was one of the many things Marcus loved about her. He removed his finger again and replaced it with his tongue, flicking around her walls as they closed around him, his nose rubbing her clit as his eyes met hers.

“Shit, I’m almost there….Marcus!” Izzy yelled, but Marcus pulled away from her, licking his lips, she looked up at him and he leaned over her, moving up his body. “You…you…damn it…” She seethed, once was bad enough, but twice?! Izzy pinched his cheeks as he laughed, she only saw one of his hands though. Marcus used the other one to position himself at her moist sex, his tip already in, she felt him spreading her ever so much, but he stopped again. “Marcus please, let me move or fuck me…” She asked grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer to her, he slid into her and filed her, stinging slightly as he normally preps her more. She leaned into his ear, “I didn’t move my hips this time.” The office manager felt like she had a win, he had edged her a bit too much she thought. Marcus just grinned and kissed her jaw, pulling his hips back so he was halfway out.

He grabbed one of her knees to spread her even more. “No you didn’t but I’ll still fuck you any anyway Izzy.” He smiled before plunging deep into her at an angle, hitting the very back of her canal, he felt her shudder and scream his name as she came, but he leaned down, sucked on her neck as he kept pulling in and out of her at a steady pace, she wanted him to go faster, but he was dragging it out, he was going to torture her. He even slowed down when he was withdrawing from her fully and plunging deep into her again, grabbing her hips this time. Her loud moans spured him on, the louder she became the harder he fucked her until his felt his cock start to swell again. Izzy wrapped her legs around him and Marcus panicked for a minute knowing that he had been a bit too eager and didn’t put a condom on.

“It’s fine, I’m on my pills pour into me Agent Pike.” She moaned, feeling herself nearly ready to come again. Marcus turned her on her back again and hungrily kissed her lips. Slapping his thighs with hers, he grabbed one of her breasts and rolled her nipple.

“You call me Marcus, Izzy….Fuck you’re so tight.” Marcus groaned. Spreading his thick seed into her, Izzy cried from he heat as her walls sucked his cum out of him, they arched into each other, their bodies sticky and wet from each other. Marcus kissed from Izzy’s forehead down to her shoulder and that mole he had seen when he first saw her sleeping in that office. He went to move, but she held onto him.

“Marcus, don’t move yet, just stay. Please.” Izzy said quietly into his shoulder, not looking up at him. Marcus brushed some of her hair off out her face and nodded pecking her lips. Eventually, the pair went to the bathroom and freshened up and changed the sheets before getting into bed naked. “Normally I only change the sheets before you come not after.” Izzy remarked, she used humor for when she was a bit uncomfortable. Pike wrapped his arms around her as they got in bed, she turned to face him. She held his hand after giving his ass a little squeeze. Marcus laughed.

“You never did tell me how you wanted me other than to stay still Iz.” Marcus asked, teasing her a little. Izzy faked a pout and lifted his hand to kiss it.

“I want you just like this, here with me.” Marcus kissed her lips as she laid her head on his chest, his hand rubbed her back, she drifted off to sleep.

“I don’t wanna be anywhere else.” Agent Pike slipped into a deep slumber, never forgetting the warmth on his chest.

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Kaltxì!! i'm just here to say how much i adore your art & your content!!! it brings me so much joy to see you draw the sully family, they're just so cute :") especially the newest art of jake, neytiri, neteyam and kiri - it's just so nice to see them happy together like this <33 your ocs are amazing too, btw!

this question is kinda random but i'm still going to ask, do you have any sully family headcanons (or na'vi headcanons in general)? i'm just curious, my brainrot is way too strong i can't stop thinking about them fsjdjdh

have a nice day! :] Eywa ngahu!

Aww, thank you!

Headcanons? hmmm.....I don't think I have many at the moment, but perhaps a few:

A silly one is that Balto is Lo'ak's favorite movie no I do not take constructive criticism. How did he watch the movie, dunno, the kids seem to hang around the scientists often enough, perhaps Norm introduced them to a few cartoons one day idk

The whole family is of course bilingual but stick mostly to Na'vi by default. On that note, none of the Metkayina know any English at all; everything we hear from them is translated from Na'vi for the audience.

I know it's a fairly popular headcanon in the fandom right now that Kiri is autistic; as for me I'm a little on the fence about it. On the one hand I highly doubt that she was intentionally written to be autistic. On the other, though, as an autistic person myself who also grew up as the awkward weird kid (a tearful "why am I different?" to Grace's spirit hit kinda hard)....I can definitely understand where the theory's coming from. I know people who dislike this headcanon say that just because an autistic person relates to a character it doesn't mean that character is autistic, and yes I absolutely agree with that--I relate for many reasons to many characters that I don't view as autistic--but I can see where people are getting those vibes with Kiri and can sympathize with wanting to view her that way. So.....maybe? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Speaking of Kiri, based on what we've seen in the movie and until we get further evidence to contradict it, my theory on her origins is that she has no biological father--she's a genetic clone of Grace's avatar somehow spurred into existence by Eywa. How, exactly, we don't know, but given what we know thus far it seems to be the most likely possibility imo.

...on that note, though, can we please stop calling her "space Jesus"? I get why people draw the comparison, apparent immaculate conception and divine abilities and whatnot, but unless her purpose on Pandora is secretly somehow to sacrifice her life to atone for the Na'vi's sins (which I very much doubt is the case), the connection doesn't quite work, and feels a tad disrespectful. ^^;

Lastly, I don't think Jake became a "military dad" until after the RDA returned. I hesitate to even call this one a "headcanon" so much as simple analysis given what we saw in the opening montage, where he is shown to be very warm and playful with his kids. The military side only emerged out of necessity when suddenly the family was at very real risk of one wrong move getting them killed in the reignited war. (also there's nothing wrong with Neteyam and Lo'ak calling him "sir". Like, if Jake was strictly enforcing that they only ever call him "sir" at all times then yeah I would agree, that's kinda cold and harsh, but he doesn't, they call him "Dad" most of the time; an occasional respectful "sir" when they are in trouble is nowhere near the big issue some of y'all are treating it as).

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Happy ramble from me: I'm a crash bandicoot fan of many years! Around when I was 5 years old my dad would play the original games with me before I went to bed. He would also play his guitar for me and I would jump around on the bed and dance. As I grew up we kept playing it sometimes. My dad also taught me to appreciate how brilliant the music is in the game and the charm of the visuals. I used to pretend to be crash and run around and jump and climb things in my backyard haha. And I've loved it so deeply ever since now that I'm an adult. It makes me think about the warm and cozy parts of life. The original games are really precious to me and I even think they contributed to some of my personality. I love adventure and I love exploring the world!! I love temples... I love forests... I feel like a relative to crash bandicoot lol. I'm goofy and toony too...we'd get on well. I love islands and the beach...and even in the 3rd game crash rides a motorcycle and I love motorcycles...I'm a BIG daredevil adventure type guy and that's definitely what crash himself is all about. I would be delighted to hear more of your own crash bandicoot rambles anytime. I also never thought about N.Gins design in the way you've explained until now. I never noticed that it reflects a a big missile impact of trauma and different sides to himself and I can now see it very clearly. I also have had trauma in my life as I got older and I'm trying to heal from a different side of myself that is deeply deeply hurt. So yeah I'm connecting to what you said very strongly. Lots of love <3 I hope you enjoyed hearing my joy for the games

I can't understate how beautiful that is, you may as well be truly related to crash bandicoot. I enjoy your warmer and nostalgic perspective on it! My dad also introduced me to crash as a little kid and played with me, specifically crash bash, and I'd look at the other games on YouTube and treat him as my OC !! I used to want to make a cartoon called Crash and Yoshi... I'm pleased to hear the atmosphere of those games also left an impression on you, besides the charm of it being based on old toons, the limitations of the PlayStation + the unique Vertex animation + lushness around the hallway type of level design + music all culminates in a surreal little world that shows you just enough of itself that your brain can latch on and go so crazy imagining the rest. I didn't grow up with the original three games but I did grow up with crash bash, and I'd have dreams where I'd go out of bounds and discover more levels. And Bash isn't even considered one of the bests!! The way you describe your love of exploring coming from crash bandicoot makes me want to reframe the way I interact with the world oh man. We could all use a little more Crash Bandicoot bravery in our hearts. Thank you for sharing, I smiled big and hope you are too

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From what I remember mako has already met many important characters including 2 future strawhats and a powerful straw hat ally.

Assuming that not too much changes by the time the main story starts. How would these Chracters see mako as meeting her again. Like say meeting a grown up sanji and Law along with th baroque work robin? For me I would at least think sanji and law would be like big brothers to her.

Also any spoilers on who her dad is? Or who mako would be shipped with?

Not much is really different, just that Mako has been alive and in existence for like one more year, making her a year older than what she was originally, but it's also a bit of a mess since like, idk how to tell you, but Shanks is like barely 21 when he has Mako instead of 22, so oop, some things might end up changing, but also god dang, Yassop, you barely knew your own son and now you're just taking care of this rando Shark girl with the others ahahha.

No but seriously, this just means the Red Hair Pirates have Mako longer and that means further disaster because Yassop Daddy experience only goes for like a few months and Mako is half fishman, SO WHOOPS NEW TERRITORY.

So yeah, Robin and Sanji would be ecstatic to see her again, especially since the two of them went their separate ways to pursue their dreams, since Sanji won't get good experience as a cook with Shanks, and Robin, while absolutely delighted to know she is loved and considered important, knows that she has to leave the nest because she can't do what she wants with them and try as they may, they can't help coddling her a bit because Robin mcfucking did not have a good childhood, cmere, you get a hug.

Meanwhile Law would just be happy to see his friend again after so long, to the one person that taught him, alongside Robin, that even monsters deserve to live.

Seeing her thriving and also throwing a wrench in the world government's agenda by just casual exposing cover-ups in order to let the truth shine through....yeah, he’s happy to see her. Genuinely, no joke or nothing. Especially Robin and Sanji, though how the turn tables. He would've thought Mako would've been her own captain to a crew, but nah, she's content letting Luffy do it while being the resident lifeguard cuz she can swim. And also fish. :V

Her dad isn't actually anyone we know but an OC, like a rando mako shark fishman who effectively got picked out of the bunch to pair up with a Kuja Pirate who wasn't exactly considered a good wife for a Celestial Dragon (aka, dude was sterile, or at the very least got poor kid making skills), so curiosity plus pettiness and a bet equals Mako into the mix. Which is very bad.

That said, Mako's bio dad is related to some existing characters. And I will say this, Arlong won't exactly take to well to ever seeing her, because she serves as a constant reminder in a cog to a tragedy.

(Hint: it involves Koala going home - you can figure it out there, but yeah, Mako's uncle is pretty famous :V)

(He also had a hand in how Mako's mother was able to escape and while Mama was hoping to go back to Amazon Lily, she at least was in a safe place amongst Shanks crew when she gave birth to Mako)

Originally, i didn't have romance in mind, but honestly, I'm at a whatever happens, happens, because Mako's circumstances are so unique and complicated, that her situation allows her complexity, given how 17 seems to be the age at which people are considered adults or at least allowed to drink, and being a pirate just adds to it, mixed in with being someone who has a bounty.

Romance isn't off the table for her, so keep an eye out for it. Dont expect anytjing until after the time skip tho, she’s a little like Luffy in that it's the last thing on her mind lmao.

But also she's got a storm coming her way come Whole Cake Island because Big Mom wants Shanks's daughter for connections so...

Lucky son Katakuri got picked by my friends, so that's gonna be a "bruh wtf"

Aka, we got two weddings to crash. Except Mako isn't getting killed, but she still wants out of it, nope nope nope

Anyways wedding dress mako kicking ass. :V

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OC-tober 2023 Day 9: Future

I was gonna do more but pregnancy is really slowing me down :((( I'll just add some headcanon for an older Rawst and Aman down below...

this is like twenty years ahead? Everyone one will be in their forties

Pecha (45)

Kinda headcanon her as married and had kids, pretty much done with having kids at this time with whoever she's ended up with since there are so many ocs and canon characters I ship her with. (unless it's an older single Pecha au)

I see two paths for her. Since she was constantly with her dad even on his research trips, I see Pecha as having enough experience to become a professor someday? Same expertise pretty much as her dad just being into bug-types. The other path I see is if her small business making cute bug type clothes takes off, she can make a decent career of that.

Rawst (42)

Idk if I see them having kids? I can see them having one accidental kid that they keep. Depends on the au if they are in a relationship.

Still doing the YouTube and streaming stuff. They're now considered one of the wiser oldest youtubers. They've really branched out at this point and are attempting to make their own horror movies and tv shows (similar to markiplier)

No more dyed hair that was an early twenties thing but they still like their hair long. they still dress a bit emo.

Aman (45)

I headcanon that his prosthetics were never meant to make it very far in his life, especially if he has been working himself tirelessly as he had. After a while, his nervous system has kinda stopped connecting to them and he uses a wheelchair or a prosthetic leg that doesn't attach to his nervous system.

I also like to think that he'd be married and have kids at this point? Even if not, he's taken more of a desk job for Interpol or is the guy who debriefs agents on their next mission. Gives him a lot of time to be more with his family and also isn't as demanding on his body.

This guy worked way too hard in his twenties and now his body is demanding that he rest like a 60 year old. This is what happens when you're a workaholic. At least Aman is trying his best to take care of himself instead of further running himself into the ground.