#hann answers

[stargirlsmooch]

sub!r trying to top dom!abby for the first time but fails 😭

perfect... perfect... i genuienly have this fear sometimes... any other wlw ladies having trouble deciding whether they're a switch or a bottom?????

but yes i love this

warnings: the first thing i have written in months!!!!!!! if it is bad, pls don't tell me because my self esteem will be shattered, uncomfortableness, pussy-talk, pillow princess reader <3

it didnt feel wrong... just unnatural. your lower half felt heavy and immovable as you sat on your knees on your bed, your girlfriend spread open for you as you so often were.

you could imagine yourself because you did it so regularly lapping at her pink slit with your tongue, drinking her up as her blonde curls tickled your nose, but... You couldn't see yourself sliding into her.

the strap bobbed between your thighs, gently nudging your clit and forcing little whimpers out of your mouth, and subsequently, chuckles out of abby's mouth.

"you're so hot, baby," you whisper, the almost-domineering words feeling foreign on your tongue... you're so used to being on the receiving end of the nickname.

"hi, baby" "hey, baby, can you grab me that?" "you're so pretty, baby" "fuck, c'mere babygirl" "shit, look at you go, baby, riding me so good"

a rosey and sheepish blush settled on your cheeks and your eyes dipped from oggling your girlfriend's abs and thighs to her slick folds as you eased them open with the tip of the dildo.

abby knew this wasn't gonna go far, she had you wrapped so tightly around her little finger that a single look from her would put you right where you needed to be: underneath her. but she couldn't stop herself from letting out a deep groan at the contact.

the same deep groan she makes when she's nestled inside of you, the strap nudging her clit and forcing her to go deeper and deeper until she hits that spongey spot inside that makes you arch your back.

just like you, abby's brain was locked on an image of you in another position; knees pushed up to your chest as she watches your pussy swallow her thick strap to the hilt, leaking sticky white cream as you moan for her.

the longer you stay staring down at the strap poking her entrance, the more the tears want to fall at the uncomfortableness in your chest.

you feel out of sorts and abby notices right away, reaching up to wrap an arm around your back and using her other hand to gently release you from the harness.

"not for you, is it, baby?" she whispers against your tummy, giving you soft kisses from your belly button to your sternum, "better let me do it, huh?"

as you nod your head, you can't help but let your eyes close at the feeling of her lips on your skin; biting and kissing and licking.

"you cant help it that you're a pillow princess, can you, baby?" her fingers run down your front, between your breasts, over the softness of your belly and to your clit where she adds more pressure, "this little pussy was just made to take me."

"wanna be the one to take it, abby. make me take it."

[natsuki208]

Okay, here's a thought for you, see if this is of any interest: How would the various characters who didn't survive to the ocean, or were otherwise prevented from traveling overseas (Like Historia) have reacted to seeing the outside world? This one primarily applies to the Scout veterans, or characters like Marco, Erwin, etc.

Thank you for the interesting question. Let me think:

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Marco - Well it’s obvious that he’d be in awe about the ocean, spending most of the day with Jean, Connie and Sasha splashing around. Similarly, he’d enjoy exploring the cities of Marley with them, although not as enthusiastic (he suffers from depression in my AU).

Hannes - I know for sure he’d be having a field day by the shore with Eren, Armin and Mikasa. They all would travel around together, maybe the trio attempting him to not drink any new booze he would come across. Hannes knows that Carla would’ve enjoyed her time out there too.

Historia - The Queen can make her own decisions; so if she wants to explore the world as she pleases, she can. As long as her girlfriend is with her that is. They’d take long walks by the beach and stroll through the streets of Marley shopping (hopefully nothing triggers Ymir’s ptsd).

Erwin - The guy might seem too formal to fully enjoy himself by the beach or in another country. He would’ve still be commander so analysing the enemy would be his main priority. Although he’ll stop to try ice cream like his fellow scouts are doing, he’d be blown away.

Miche and Nanaba - Together, they rest by the ocean shore and watch their son have the time of his life out there. But similarly to Erwin, both would remain cautious while exploring Marley. They prioritise their child and the other scouts’ safety first (even if Oscar would be 17 here).

(This is the best I can do lol 😆)

[eightmakesonebraincell]

I usually avoid crazy experiences, meaning the majority of the ones I have, I was a witness. Mafia anon's stories are therefore visualized magnificently in my mind😭🥲.

And also, Mafia anon, yes, I have visualized the getting hit by a car thing and lemmie tell you it was more dramatic in my head. Like 'rolling on the ground after getting hit hard' typa dramatic.😭 Loren don't mind me just walking by. *Whistles as I walk away*

Imma just leave the name Hann here so y'all know who I am.🥲

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

Baby hann my beloved son

I just wrote him into another Very Important Scene and I need you to know he's my FAVE OKAY 😭😭😭😭

even at 18 he's everyone's dad

[nvrcmplt]

▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest // lorge softie hannes is allowed to just squish feng. feng will brush his fingers through hannes's hair, scritch his scalp lightly, press a kiss into the soft hair with a sweet soft whisper of a prayer to keep him safe, happy, healthy.

Squish he did, with arms firm and warm from recently dried shirt on the line now worn. Sun toasty and scented of the nature around them, he was here to bask in its gift with Feng in his arms. Pressing his nose and lips into their neck with a muted kiss, several of them even, as he adjusted their thighs around his hips so that he could sit on the dojo's outside hall, dangling his legs over the ponds surface. Nuzzling into the hands that caress through his hair and close his eyes in bliss at the kisses that came with it. Antlers were slowly growing through the strands again but not for a good while yet, so it was just a sight of some hairs sticking up that teased Feng's fingers.

He didn't mind their growth in current times, thus he was happily nuzzling into the palms that fave him the attention so desired, but it wasn't enough. After all, he rose a hand to grasp onto Feng's bicep, keeping one arm over his shoulder as his other wrapped around their back and a handful of tail to allow himself to hold them sturdy over the edge to openly kiss at their adam's apple and under the chin with soft whispers of love into his veins. Under the sun, against the twinkle of the ponds surface, in the gentle breeze… Happiness was here and here alone for them in Hannes' mind.

@mangher

[whimsicalpolitical]

🤍🩷

🤍- fav abiior music video is tootimetootimetootime, I think it’s just beautiful with all those people having fun and dancing, I honestly dance to it as well and Matty’s hair era in that video is just it.

🩷- fav iliwys music video is somebody else. I watch it every week because I’m obsessed, they created a masterpiece (everything is) and i absolutely adore the ‘story line’

[gallavichsreddie1128]

A Deal (Hannibal)

Description: Hannibal kidnaps Y/N to get to Will.

Word Count:1,221

Request:

Hi,

could you please write a yandere Hannibal one-shot, where he holds the reader captive and wants to kill a friend of her‘s who is suspicious of him,but the reader convinces hin not to/tries to distract him?

Why was Hannibal trying to kill Will Graham? Simple. He knew about him being the Chesapeake ripper and Will worked in the FBI.The only thing that was stopping him from doing it was his best friend who had no idea about Hannibal but was an easy way to lure Will in. Y/N sat in the dark, tied to the chair with a blindfold on.

The room smelt on meat but she couldn’t place what kind of meat it was. Her senses were off due to the stress of being kidnapped in her sleep. She hadn’t had any clue who would do this or why. She knew that struggling to get out of the chair wasn’t a good idea but she tried anyway. Hannibal stood and watched her as she tried to escape. It was cute, really. “You won’t be getting out that easy.” She stopped struggling upon hearing a voice.

One that sounded familiar but she couldn’t place a name or face to. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?” She asked. He wasn’t worried about her screaming, nobody would hear. “You have something I want.” She scoffed at that, “I have something you want? Why not take it instead of me?” “It’s not that easy.” She rolled her eyes under the blindfold and sighed.

She wasn’t scared it seemed. She wasn’t crying or screaming for help. That intrigued Hannibal. “Will Graham.” That person said, Her friend that she works with in the FBI? What would they want with him? “What about him?” “He knows some information that he shouldn’t.” She laughed a little at that, “So what, you want him killed?” Though she thought that it was ridiculous she couldn’t help but wonder why she was here. “More like I am going to kill him and we are going to have him for dinner.” Her laughing stopped, that was creepy.

“So you wanna kill him and eat him but that doesn’t answer why I am here.” He was closer to her by the time she was done talking. “Will is in love with you.” This felt like a sick joke. Will hadn’t shown any interest in her. “Yeah right.” She didn’t believe him but that wasn’t the point. “You don’t have to believe me. He will come for you and I will kill him.” She wished she could see his face, and know the crazy person that was wanting to kill Will.

“Okay what if you’re wrong?” She asked. He got the feeling that she wasn’t buying any of this and it was some sick joke. She was about to be proven wrong. “If I am wrong you will either help me or I will kill you too.” Wow this guy was full of tricks. “Why not let me call him over here and get this over with?” She acted as if she didn’t care what happened to her friend. “I refuse to let your hands free.” He told her and that made sense.

He knew that she was in the FBI but she also knew how to fight. “Grab my phone, I will tell you the password and call him for me.” She said, Her phone was on the table in the same room. She could hear him walking to get it and she smirked. She gave him the password and he clicked on Will’s contact. “What do you want me to say?” She asked him. “Act scared. He will trace the call to this location.” This guy was smart. He called Will and put the phone on speaker. It rang 3 times before he answered and he sounded very sleepy, “Hello?” It was time for Y/N to act. “Will, I don’t know where I am and I’m scared.” She whispered to the phone.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “Yes but it’s called and this person has me tied up and I can barely see.” Hannibal was impressed by her acting skills. “Okay Okay um let me call the cops. “No! You have to come alone.” Will was confused by that. “Why?” She sighed and looked around, “This might be our next case just come alone.” “Okay I’m gonna trace the call.” He hung up the phone and Y/N sighed, “You just got Will Graham into a death trap.” She scoffed at his words. “That what you think?” Hannibal could tell that she wasn’t one to get scared easily.

“You are very smart Y/N but are you smart enough to get out of this?” “You said this was about Will not me. I am leverage.” “You don’t care if he dies?” Of course she did but this guy can’t know her weaknesses. “I think it’s funny that you think you are going to kill him.” She tells him. It was back and forth that they were playing this game. She didn’t think he would get to kill Will and he told her that he had his ways and that Will would be dead. When Will finally showed up to the house, Hannibal excused himself.

Y/N heard him leave the room to answer the door. She took it upon herself to throw herself back and break the wooden chair. Something she’s glad she didn’t do when she first found out she was tied up. She removed the blindfold and looked around. Meat was hanging around her and she put it together after their conversations that he was a cannibal. She left the room and heard them talking. Will had a gun pointed at Hannibal and asked him where Y/N was.

Y/N listened as Hannibal talked. He was very intelligent and wise. The guy knew what he was doing. Will was sceptical of him already. Y/N came into view and Hannibal looked a little surprised. “Will, I am okay.” She said and Will sighed. “So you’re the guy that kidnapped me.” She said and smirked. “You don’t seem surprised.” She shrugged, “Only you would be obsessed with Will like this.” Will held back a laugh at her comment. “It’s over Hannibal.” Will said.

He had nowhere to run or hide. He wasn’t getting away this time. “You don’t think I have ways to hurt you Will?” He asked. “You don’t think I won’t hunt you down even if it’s 5 years from now?” Y/N looked between the two of them. “What do you want besides him dead? What can we give you to not do this?” She knew that they didn’t have proof of him killing anyone or that meat in the room she was in was human. “Stop working on the case of the Chesapeake ripper.” He said and Will laughed. “Okay.” She said and Will looked at her like she was crazy.

She looked back at him, “We won’t work on the case anymore. You will.” She looked at Hannibal. “You’re gonna find him or her and bring them to us. We can take it from there.” Hannibal’s face almost dropped. “I can check what the meat is if you say No.” She told him. “You have yourself a deal.” He tells her and Will still doesn’t drop the gun. He doesn’t trust the man and frankly he never truly will. But Hannibal was going to have to get a lot more smarter if he didn’t want the truth to get out.

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - In The Inn

I'm not dead ya'll, the words just aren't wording

Small chapter because if it was longer it would have never came out lol

@ancha-aus your seat is reserved

I have a migraine again

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Cross felt nervous, he didn't know quite why, he was going to introduce Blue to his friends and it wasn't like Blue was going to react badly given the fact he was happy to meet Killer and Killer is, well, a criminal, so if he was excited about Killer he would be excited about the others too.

They were walking between the trees, Cross leading them, when Blue caught up to Cross, leaving Killer behind. Killer was frustrated anyway, mad that he had lost the bag of bread.

- Tout va ben ? Blue asked if he was alright, seeing Cross's tensed look.

Cross glanced at him before quickly nodding, he was fine, he couldn't be more fine, Blue was going to help them, there wasn't any reason to feel anxious.

When they arrived Horror was up, standing guard, Dust was standing next to Nightmare, Horror's fur coat on his shoulders, and Nightmare hadn't moved, still sitting on the ground and looking in the opposite direction of Dust. Seemed like he was still pouting, Cross wondered how long it would last, hopefully not to long. Horror went to greet them, but stopped when seeing Blue.

- Ær ir hann ? He asked to Cross.

That sounded like a question, and judging by the situation and the look he just shot Blue, he probably asked who he was.

- Mon amic, Blue.

Cross replied as simply as he could, hoping Horror would understand, but his expression didn't let that show. Dust arrived next to them, looking at Blue who frowned when seeing his strange clothes but said nothing about that.

- "Amic" you said ?

Cross nodded, surely Dust knew what that meant, as he frowned for an instant before turning to where Nightmare was still sitting, turning his back to them.

- Hey Nightmare, amic is ami, right ?

Nightmare didn't answer.

- ... okay thank you, Killer can I have my dictionary ? The big book ? Dust asked, pointing at Killer's bag.

Killer tilted his head sideway before nodding and taking the big book out of his bag and handing it to Dust who thanked him and started looking through the pages.

- Okay so friend iiis... félagi ! He announced, looking up at Horror who nodded and smiled at Blue, before looking at the latter again. So you're Cross's friend ? Cool, I'm Dust, he's Horror, and the guy pouting is Nightmare, he introduced as he pointed at everyone.

- Blue, vous soiez le ben venu. He saluted with a bow.

Cross couldn't help but stare at Dust, amazed once again by his talents, managing to understand a whole situation with just one word and translating it in three languages, he was impressive, and he did it so effortlessly too. He snapped out of his thoughts when Blue elbowed his arm, turning his attention on him he saw his friend smile at him, arching a brow. Cross decided to ignore it for now, they had more important to do, he had to tell them there was an inn they could eat at.

- Il est une herberge, nos y allons mangier.

He didn't expect them to understand any word aside "mangier" which they all knew by now: eat, so he gestured in the direction of the town so that they would at least understand they needed to go there in order to eat. They nodded, at least Horror and Dust nodded, Nightmare was probably too far to hear them, so Cross pointed to Killer to go tell him they were leaving, as he was the only one having a language in common with the noble.

Killer went as requested, and Cross could hear what they were saying even though he didn't understand it.

- Relinquimus. Killer said.

Nightmare looked up to him, arching a brow.

- Iter bonum facite ?

Cross didn't know what Nightmare answered but it seemed to have taken Killer aback because he made a face as if he just heard the biggest nonsense of his life.

- Venisti nobiscum !

Nightmare didn't respond right away, then mumbled a "scilicet" as he got up and followed Killer to get back with the rest of the group, though he kept a little distance between them. Cross didn't know why he was so distant all of a sudden, but maybe he just didn't like the change of environment. He would have to ask him when they got to his home, and maybe he'll even relax on the way there.

And so they made their way towards the town, Blue leading everyone and Cross walking behind to make sure everything was alright. They walked through little streets as to not meet too many people, and ended up arriving in front of an inn, not far from the big place of the town, but a little bit hidden behind other buildings. It seemed closed, but Blue knocked anyway.

A few moments later a rather short skeleton opened the door, he had beige eyelights and wore an apron, he smiled when he recognized Blue but the smile quickly turned into a frown when seeing the others and he pulled Blue inside to talk to him in private. Cross knew him, he had been to his inn quite a few times: Ccino was a good friend of Blue.

They patiently waited outside, Cross praying that he would let them in despite being closed, and when finally he opened the door again and Blue ushered them inside he couldn't hold back a relieved sigh.

They all came in, Cross closing behind them. The restaurant part was clean and the chairs were on the tables, though Ccino was already putting some down for them to sit on. It was a nice place, it was warm thanks to the fire burning in the fireplace and the heat from the kitchen, and a few stray cats were trotting through the place and between the tables, they were necessary to chase off the mice but Ccino also took pleasure in feeding and taking care of them, so much that he had rearranged some spots especially for them to nap on. Killer gasped when seeing the cats and almost instantly crounched down to be at their level, petting every cat that came near him with a wide smile on his face. Horror bent down to pet one when feeling the little animal press itself against his leg, the cat was soon to purr and demand more gentle pats from the giant. Nightmare watched him for a second before frowning and turning to look at something else. Dust was inspecting every details, walking around carefully without touching anything to take closer looks, seeming mesmerized by every little thing. He took out his magical rectangle and put it in front of what he was looking at, Cross didn't understand what he was doing, but he seemed happy to do it and was smiling, his eyelights clearly shining.

Blue ushered them towards the table, Ccino having left to the kitchen to prepare something quick for them to eat. They all sat down, thought Killer seemed sad to leave the cats so he grabbed one to keep it on his laps; the cat accepted its fate and purred loudly.

Ccino soon came back with everyone's plates, he had leftover chicken soup from the previous day, it was still good to eat.

- Bon repast. Ccino bowed, wishing them a good meal.

The group thanked him, all eager to eat something hot after having spent the whole night outside. A cat jumped on Nightmare's laps, making him jump and Killer snort.

- Awww, tibi dicit salve ! He cooed, petting the cat, though Nightmare seemed embarrassed to have been surprised.

The noble didn't answer anything, gently nudging the cat to try and get him to jump down but quickly giving up when it didn't move from his laps. Guess he was the new napping spot.

Their meal was calm, Blue asked Cross many questions about his new friends and where he had been and Cross answered the best he could, quite relieved that his best friend seemed so accepting of the others and excited to know them better.

When they were done eating Cross helped Ccino with the dishes as to thank him for the free diner and also the rooms. Ccino had told him he had prepared two rooms with clean clothes for them to put on, that it was old clothes people either left behind or that he kept in case people in need came by here, like now. Cross was very thankful.

When he joined the others to figure who would sleep in which rooms, he was surprised to see only Blue was waiting for him, a big smile on his face, seeming too excited for it to mean something good. Cross knew he had something planned, and he would soon figure out what: Blue had decided who would go where.

There were two rooms with three beds each, and they were six: Blue, Horror and Nightmare would sleep in the first room, and Killer, Dust and Cross in the second. Of course Blue had put Cross with Dust, he saw the way he looked at him.

Cross wasn't so happy anymore about Blue's investment.

Blue, however, was delighted.

The night would be long.

[monktwo]

Part 8 of the missing piece series

Blast from the past

“Y/N.”

You didn’t need to look. You already knew.

Zara.

You turned slowly, and there she was. Tall, sleek, smug — every inch of her pressed and polished like the expensive aftershave she always left behind on your sheets. Cream silk blouse, tailored trousers, gold jewelry, sunglasses balanced perfectly on her head. And, of course, two bodyguards. Standing at ease like her silent, expensive shadows.

She didn’t walk like she was intruding.

She walked like everyone else should be grateful she’d shown up at all.

A few players glanced over. Mapi’s arm tensed against your side. Ingrid straightened beside you.

Zara smiled like she knew they were watching. “Can I borrow you for a second?”

Before either of them could speak, you answered, surprisingly bravely considering your nerves were at an all time high.

“Yeah. Just a second.”

⸻

She led you past the back of the building, just out of sight from the pitch, into the shadow of a garden walkway. Quiet and secluded.

Zara stopped, turned, and studied you.

“You’ve filled out,” she said finally. “I like the new muscle. Makes you look… stable.”

You didn’t speak.

She tilted her head slightly. “Do they know you used to show up at my door barefoot?”

You stiffened.

“Middle of the night. Hands shaking. Swearing you just needed to charge your phone.” Her voice dropped. “I always kept the porch light on. Just in case.”

Your mouth went dry.

“You used to lie to me about the bruises. Said they came from falling or chasing a cow. But I knew.” Her tone wasn’t cruel — worse, it was soft. Sympathetic. “I know how he got angry.”

She waited.

You said nothing.

“He taught you to fix fences, right? Drive tractors, take care of the horses. But he also slammed doors so hard you’d flinch when someone raised their voice. You adored him. Even when he called you weak one second because the next he would tell you how strong you were.”

“Stop,” you said quietly.

“He’s dead now, right?” she asked. “And your moms — sweet, blind Hanne — still doesn’t know. You kept it from her. Afraid it would break her. Or worse… she wouldn’t believe it.”

Zara took a slow step forward.

“You always loved her so much. But even then, you couldn’t tell her the truth. So you came to me.”

You swallowed hard, fists clenched.

“I remember your hoodie always smelled like hay and weed,” she said. “You said it helped you sleep. I didn’t care. I let you curl up next to me and sleep until noon.”

Her eyes flicked down your frame, back up.

“And now look at you. Wearing custom boots and flying private with your mami’s name stamped on half the European business market. You didn’t build a damn thing, but here you are. Playing house in Spain.”

You stayed silent. But your pulse was pounding.

Zara’s smile sharpened.

“Sharing now, too? That’s cute. I guess after all that running, two anchors are better than one.”

You tried to keep your expression even. It was getting harder.

“They don’t know,” she whispered. “They don’t know how quiet you get when you panic. How your hands tremble when you think someone’s mad at you.”

She stepped close enough that you could feel the heat of her breath.

“You think they’ll stay when they find out? When they realize how much of you still belongs to that barn?”

You didn’t flinch.

But you didn’t answer either.

Zara leaned back, satisfied.

“I’ll see you around.”

You stood for a long moment after Zara left, trying to slow your heartbeat, trying not to think about the way your hands were still slightly shaking.

When you made your way back across the pitch, no one said anything.

But the eyes followed you.

Ingrid walked toward you slowly.

Mapi lingered behind her, brow furrowed.

You couldn’t tell what either of them was thinking — and that only made the ache in your chest worse.

“She just wanted to talk,” you said, stiffly, as Ingrid reached your side.

“Are you okay?” she asked gently.

You hesitated but nodded.

“I’m fine.”

But the words were automatic. And clearly unconvincing.

Mapi raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. “Alright,” she said carefully.

Neither of them argued.

Neither of them believed you, either.

⸻

Later, the three of you curled up on the couch. The tv flickering in the background with a random rom com playing softly.

But tonight, the quiet wasn’t peaceful.

Mapi didn’t say anything.

Ingrid wrapped an arm around you, hand resting lightly on your hip. After a few minutes, she turned her head slightly, voice soft against your shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You didn’t answer right away. You focused on the screen, even though you weren’t watching.

Then, finally, your voice came out low.

“I used to smoke. Weed. Quite often . When I was younger.”

Ingrid didn’t flinch. Mapi stayed quiet, listening.

“It wasn’t… to be cool or at parties. It just … I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t think. I felt like something was sitting on my chest all the time. And it was was the only thing that helped.”

You swallowed hard.

“I don’t anymore. Not in a while. I’m not proud of it, but it got me through.”

They let you sit in the silence a moment.

“She knows,” you said quietly. “Zara. She knows all of it.”

You felt Mapi shift beside you. Ingrid’s arm tightened slightly.

“She was the only person I ever told everything to,” you added. “The version of me I’ve worked hard to leave behind.”

Mapi’s voice came carefully. “She used that against you?”

“She didn’t have to,” you said. “She just reminded me.”

You looked down at your hands.

“She saw me when I was scared. Really scared. And I thought that meant something.”

Ingrid gently turned your chin toward her. “It does mean something. But it doesn’t mean she just gets to come back into your life now”

Mapi leaned her head against your shoulder, voice softer than usual. “You don’t owe her that.”

You let out a slow breath, then nodded. “I just didn’t want to ruin the day.”

“You didn’t,” Ingrid said. “But you don’t have to carry it alone.”

And as the silence wrapped around the three of you again — warmer this time — you let yourself lean in.

Not everything was fixed.

But something was healing.

[stargirlsmooch]

would you like to write something like:

modern abby and her best friend are both working on their athletic careers but trying to always be there for each other!

until one day- volleyball player! reader had an important game and abby forgot about it, going out with her friends after her training session! but when she goes (running) to the place of the match there's no one other than a sad reader (her team lost) and they start arguing but then abby kisses her 😔

[thank you for everything you post 🤍 wish you a lot of happiness (and yes i'm in love with your acc)]

would i like to write something like this??? ughhhhh... yes please, baby. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to the request... i have just been in such a rut recently but sexy abby anderson can always break me out of it.

let's go :)

warnings: fem!reader, alcohol, love, mutual pining, tongue sucking and some making out, an ass grab, boobie talk, a baseball reference

the match wasn't going the way you wanted needed it to. it didn't matter how many points you won, the other team just seemed to do one better... and it was eating at you.

and what was worse? you couldn't see her in the crowd.

abby. your best friend. your personal cheerleader. nowhere to be seen. and that somehow felt worse than all of your hard work training for this match going to waste.

the referee blew her whistle long and hard, signalling the end of the game as the other side of the net erupted into cheers and celebrations, and it broke your heart. you had lost before, you were a well-seasoned athlete in your last year of college, a professional contract just out of reach, but each loss hurt just as bad as the one before it.

but if a loss was a broken heart, a forgotten promise was your heart being ripped out; she swore she would be here, at the back of the bleachers where she usually sat, her fingers crossed in the hope that you would once again lead your team to victory. instead, she was...

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... at the fucking bar. her teammates all crowded around a table, pizzas and vodka-sodas covering the expanse of the dark wood as they all celebrated a successful practice and a week free from competition.

abby had gone a little too hard, she and her co-captain jokingly practicing their victory speeches and doing a shot or two of tequila before falling into an easy yet slightly slurred chat.

"so, you going to that party becky was talking about tomorrow?" abby asked, throwing her pizza crust onto the tray in front of them and taking another drink from the waitress who offered her one.

"you mean the party on friday?" her friend laughed, jokingly sliding abby's drink away from her, hinting at the fact that abby might have had a little too much.

she couldn't help the chuckle that burst out of her lungs at (what she thought was) a joke.

"yeah, tomorrow." abby paused, her eyes widening, "tomorrow is friday."

"abs... tomorrow is thursday," was what she heard, solidifying her nightmare.

but it still took abby a good 30 seconds to take in the news, and another 30 seconds to realise the grave mistake that she had made; wednesday, your match. shit.

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the steel of the door smashed against the palms of her hands as she flung the sports hall's door open, rushing inside and making it only to the edge of court before she saw you, head in your hands and weeping. if abby listened closely enough, she could hear your quiet sniffles.

"everyone else's friends managed to come," you rushed out, albeit quietly, only just lifting your head enough to meet her eyes, "so you better have a damn good excuse."

abby dropped her head, her right hand automatically sliding around the back of her neck to try to expel some of her awkwardness and guilt. she didn't say anything, she couldn't, because she had no reason good enough for upsetting her best friend.

"nevermind. i can smell the fucking tequila from here." you raised your voice, letting your anger take control as you shoved your sports bag onto your shoulder and made to leave, only making it two steps before abby came up behind you, grabbing your wrist.

"i have no excuse, okay? i forgot, and i'm sorry." choosing the honesty route, she let the words hang in the air behind you, your eyes still pointed away from her.

"we lost, abby." the anger that was once at the wheel wasn't there for long as your earlier disappointment floated back into your head. you stepped back into abby's chest as she laid her chin on top of your head and wrapped an arm around your chest, your back plastered to her front.

"i'm so sorry, honey."

"i needed you here, abs." you whispered, turning around in her embrace to look into her eyes, your arms instinctively going around her waist, holding her closer.

it happened slowly: that first look down at your lips, stealing the words off her tongue as she shot her eyes back up to yours, seeing that they too were now pointing down slightly. and then she couldn't stop herself from leaning in closer, and closer, until your mouths touched gently, your recently glossed lips sliding over hers.

she had once thought about your first kiss, thinking it would never come but hoping so desperately that it would. it would be soft and slow and tender- and it was all of those things, for the first ten seconds.

and then abby felt your hand slip into her hair behind her braid and your breasts squish against her hard chest, your nipples grazing against hers through your sports bras.

you made abby lose it; sucking her tongue into your mouth and sucking on it, tasting her desperately as her hands slid to your ass, squeezing roughly and making you yelp and lose contact.

"okay okay, wait," you said, a hand on abby's chest, keeping her at bay. "i'll forgive if you let me go to third base."

abby laughed, out of breath, "i don't play baseball but you can eat me out."

[zabala0z]

….its been a hot sec. But welcome back to “new fan listens to TMA S5, mostly blind!” In ur host, the “new fan” quote en quote.

MAG 175: Epoch

Ooo. Yeah this hits pretty hard in this day and age. I think The Extinction is high on my ranking of “which entities would fuck me up the most”. I think anon can’t process everything. I also think it’s funny he can’t answer most stuff despite being Y’know google. I guess it’s hard.

MAG 176: Blood Ties

FUCKING TREVOR??? I thought he died the moment Not-Sasha went after him and Julia. I guess he’s dead now.

Poor Martin. Bro just wants to be in the loop of things but that doesn’t matter because BASIRAAAA. I never thought I’d be so happy to hear that voice.

It’s so interesting that she’s still chasing after Daisy. Is she some avatar of The Hunt? They never say it but istg, Basira has these obsessive tendencies that scream The Hunt. I’m just obsessed. With her.

Sounds like Daisy is a wolf now. Go fursona

MAG 177: Wonderland

So I’ve heard this episode thrown around vaguely and heard about Dr David, who was sone gaslighting doctor but I never really paid attention. But guys holy shit I cannot stress to you all enough on how terrified I was. I was circling my kitchen island and grabbing water every 10 seconds. Something about this freaked me out. The second-person, the way Dr David belittled and threatened and his cherry attitude I hated it. I was shrieking.

But also Helen!!!! <33 I wonder what’s her game, offering Basira a one-way ride to Daisy. It certainly wasn’t out of the kindness of her own heart. Did she want to trap Basira maybe in her hallways? Or did she know Basira would decline and wanted to sow a little seed of distrust in the now trio. I wonder why Basira declined. I thought she would totally abandon Jon and Martin. Either way, crazy episode.

MAG 178: The Processing Line

Oh this was depressing. I liked how Martin and Basira made Jon go into the tool closet, I thought that was funny. But damn…Tyler :(((

I also think it’s crazy that people were just…created. The entities can do that?? Just make life?? Or reflections or whatever. Is there no limit? Sorry for all these rhetorical questions, I just have many of them

Also! At one point, Basira asked who is in charge here and Jon said, “Not anyone you’re familiar with. We won’t be meeting them.” And “he’s in the, uh… Main Processing Room.” So now I’m thinking about who could it be. There was a statement about a guy who worked at a slaughterhouse (MAG 30) and Tom Hann was always a big name for The Flesh. I can’t remember if he died though. If he didn’t, then he could be in charge of this factory. I’m just theorizing though.

Okay. That’s everything. Uhhhhhh I have been really not listening but it’s not that I lost interest. I’ve been so busy and this season is just a lot. But thanks for reading my rambles

[graciegoeskrazy]

if it’s not with you

matty + teen!daughter!reader

warnings: fluff??? short n sweet!!!

a/n: me? writing something with ZERO ANGST???? IMPOSIBLE. lol anywhooooo. ty anon 4 requesting😌

It seems as if every time your father released an album, he did an interview or something with Zane Lowe. He never told you he was doing this one though. So, when you put on your usual go-to podcast and heard your father’s voice it was a pleasant surprise.

You were sat up in your room starting your homework, while your dad was downstairs. You listened to the whole thing. Although you would never outright admit it to him, you enjoyed his music. But you could never say it out loud for fear of him holding that fact over your head for forever.

“And I saw the adorable photo you posted on Instagram of y/n hanging out in the studio.”

Oh shit, that’s my name.

“Did she have a big part in this album as well? Was she there a lot for recordings and things like that? Or was it like a ‘No. Dad’s working. Get out.’ type of thing.”

You laughed. Matty usually kept his private life to himself, especially when it came to you. Wanting to give you every ounce of normality as possible. So you thought that there was no way he would talk about you…right?

Wrong.

“Oh, I’d say she played a big part in this album, whether she realizes it or not. I mean, I write about…life. Other people’s lives, my lives, and she is a huge part of my life, maybe the biggest.”

You smiled.

“Were there any songs on the record directly about y/n?”

“Oh, there’s always songs about her. ‘All I need to hear’ that one is 100 percent her. I mean, every time I play it or hear it, all I can think about is her. You know? And as for being there in the studio? I mean, she was there a lot because where we recorded most of it is like…our house. She had to be there for that. But I would never be like ‘Get the fuck out’. If my kid wants to learn music or play music, hell, I'm all for it. I’m the last person to stop her.”

“Does she play instruments?”

“Well, Hann gave her her first guitar lesson before she could speak.”

True.

“Same with the others, so. Whether she likes it or not, she’s pretty well versed.”

Also true.

“Eh, it might come in handy one day. And she just turned 16 I heard, correct?”

Matty laughed then sighed. “Yeah, my baby is not a baby. It’s weird.”

…

After finishing your assignment you walked downstairs and found your dad standing hunched over the counter. He was answering an email on his laptop while dinner was cooking in the background. You jumped on his back and hugged him. He grunted and you smiled.

“If I am the inspiration for most if not all of your songs does that mean I can get some of the money you four make?”

He laughed and kissed the side of your head, understanding what you were referring to.

“No, but you get to live in my house rent-free.”

[writingchalamet]

ross request 👀

basically y/n is friends with adam & carly and they’ve been trying to set them up for months with ross but something always happens (someone is sick, touring, etc.) but finally ross & y/n meet and it’s basically a match made in heaven

Adams Bestfriend

warnings: ☁️ v fluffy, babies if you consider them a warning!

A/N: this is soooo freaking cute

You had been a close friend of Carly's for many years, naturally becoming close with Adam over the years too. The pair having you over for any movie nights, dinners and outings. You loved nothing more than third wheeling the pair, and when their sweet baby came you practically clung to the couple even more. The two of them adored you and the way you were with their son. It was initially Adams idea to introduce you to Ross after hearing you complain to Carly all night about how terrible your date was, you had called Carly half way through asking her to come and bail you out which she gladly obliged, and after hours of venting, crying and getting wine drunk with Carly you fell asleep on their sofa bundled up in a blanket, head resting in Carly's lap. Adam sat next to Carly quietly chatting as she stroked through your hair. "Do you know who I think would be really good for her?" Carly's eyebrows raise as she looks at her husband with a quizzical look on her face "Ross..." suddenly her face lights up, eyes practically gleaming, "holy shit that's the best idea you've ever had!"

That was over a year ago now, the pair had tried numerous times to get you and Ross in a room together but to no avail, several plans had been foiled, neither of you actually knowing Adam and Carly's true intentions. You were supposed to meet at Christmas, but Ross had to cancel to see his brother. Then again for dinner at Easter but you double booked with your parents, and more and more occasions just like it, either one of you was sick or the both of you double booked, it was a complete disaster. But the one time you did finally meet was completely by mistake, Ross was round Adam and Carly’s babysitting for them, when you unexpectedly dropped by having forgotten your purse when you were visiting a couple days earlier.

You knock on their front door tapping in a singsong manner fully expecting to see Carly’s beautiful head of curls answer the door, only to be completely blindsided by a tall dark handsome stranger, you knew to be one of Adam’s friends answering. He was clutching onto baby Hann whilst he screamed bloody murder looking very distressed as he looked at you confused. “Hi, I’m y/n, Carly’s friend, I left my purse here the other night and was coming to get it but if it’s a bad ti-“ Ross cuts you off almost in a pleading notion “Y/n! Yeah They’ve mentioned you a bunch of times, come in, I think I’ve seen a purse in the living room” he sidesteps out the way to let you into the house, you slip off your shoes knowing Adam’s strict ‘no shoes on my carpet’ policy. You can’t help but wince at the screeching sound of the babies cries as Ross helplessly bounces him trying to get him to calm down. You spot your purse in an instant but the maternal instinct in you has you reaching out for baby Hann. “Are you okay?” You ask softly, trying not to pry but feeling genuinely concerned not only for the baby but for Ross’s sanity, knowing how stressful it can be the times you’ve looked after the baby not knowing of you’re doing things right, sometimes reassurance is needed. Ross sighs and turns to you fully, it’s now that you take him in fully, he looked tired, his hair was falling out of his bun, his shirt was wrinkled probably from holding the baby against him most the day, and his forehead was forming faint stress lines. “Uh, I’m not sure, I feel like I’ve tried everything and he won’t calm down, he’s not hungry, he doesn’t wanna play with any toys, I’ve tried listening to music, he doesn’t want me to sit down with him he doesn’t want me to be moving around, I just don’t know what to do” he lets out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding, “here let me take over for a minute, you sit down” he would resist but the way you’re already two inches from him gently taking the baby from his grasp has him dizzy, so he takes a seat, he watches as you place the babies head on your shoulder holding around his back, patting his bum in a steady rhythm that has the baby soothed and falling asleep in a matter of minutes, “see, just exhausted” you give Ross a soft smile and join him sitting on the sofa next to him, “how the hell did you do that” he shakes his head laughing in disbelief “lots of practice, I have lots of nieces and nephews” you continue to sooth down the babies back as you settle down and get comfy on the sofa.

“So it’s nice to finally meet you” you smile staring across at the brunette who looks slightly more relaxed now. “Adam and Carls talk about me too? I hope you haven’t heard anything bad!” He winks at you, and you swear you feel a swarm of butterflies erupting through your stomach. “Nothing bad about you, Matty on the other hand…” you trail off as the baby stirs slightly, but you lull him back into his slumber by shushing and rocking him, Ross can’t help but admire you. “I really don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t have shown up here, maybe started crying myself” he speaks in hushed tones and lets out a soft laugh. “Don’t be silly, you would been fine, he would have tired himself out anyway, it’s just stressful to listen to when they’re in that mood and nothing you’ve tried is working” you place your free hand on top of his, gliding your thumb across the knuckles, you couldn’t help yourself, you almost felt drawn to him. He looks down at the your hand and smiles, turning his hand in yours and giving it a squeeze, a sort of silent gratitude. The two of you being too comfortable to take your hands away so you just left them there and chatted for at least an hour and a half while baby Hann slept soundly on the comforts of your chest. You got to know the ins and outs of each other feeling as if you had known one another for years. You hadn’t noticed Ross shuffling closer to you, or more so you didn’t mind as he slipped an arm around your shoulder so the three of you were close while you spoke in hushed tones, and you definitely didn’t hear the front door clicking open, and the quiet footsteps of your friends coming home to greet their baby, when they stubbles in on a sight and a half. Their best friends huddled up on their sofa whilst their baby slept safely between the pair, the two of them giggling at something the other had said, a squeeze of the shoulder, a pat on the thigh, their faces were close, it was everything Adam and Carly had hoped for when they wanted them to meet. The sight being almost too cute break, but sadly Carly had mummy fever, and had to see her baby. “Well, well, well… what’s going on here then?!”

And at the sound of his mothers voice, and frankly saved by the bell, baby Hann awakens and emits his cries for his mother and hunger. Saving you an explanation, for now. The two of you clear your throats as you struggle to separate from each other, Adam finding the scene particularly humorous to watch. You had the baby over to Carly who coos at the baby calming him instantly making Ross shake his head in confusion, “I told you Ross, he’s a ladies man” Adam chuckles walking over to his friend and patting him on the back, judging by the fact that his hair was falling all over the place and you were the one holding the baby that Ross had been struggling. “Honestly mate, that was the hardest babysitting gig of my life, if Y/n hadn’t of shown up, me and jr would have been joining you at dinner”

You laugh and sigh shaking your head “you weren’t doing that bad, you just needed to pat, not bounce” you wink at him this time and you watch as his mouth falls agape. Adam pats his friends back in sympathy but laughs all the same. “Well, I guess I better get my purse and get going, it was lovely to see you guys, and nice to meet you Ross… finally” you say the last word pointedly to him directly, grabbing your things giving Carly a quick hug and kiss before heading down the hallway. You hear your name being called just as you reach the front door so you turn and see Ross taking long strides towards you.

“Hey y/n, um this may be strange as we only met today, but I was wondering if I could take you out sometime?” You can’t help the raging smile that appears on your face making your cheeks ache, you nod instantly “yeah, yes that would be nice” Ross leans down to give you a hug and you hear a muffled “yes! I knew it would work!” From Adam in the living room making you chuckle and nuzzle your face closer into Ross’s warm and welcoming chest.

[nvrcmplt]

feng's hands feel a bit cold.... so he does what anyone would do: hugs hannes sfrom behind, all innocent. .... just to sneak his hands against the warm skin of his moose's stomach.

A weight from behind had him smiling into the soap bubbles that his hands were within, but the hands crawling over his warm gut with an icy touch made his ears flap and tail bounce against Feng's stomach as he gasped in the shock of it all. A betrayal of all betrayals, the warmth he had gained from the water now redundant as he felt his skin goosebump and with such results… He turned with soapy fingers stretched, a large palm reaching for their face to smear the tearless foam over their nose and cheek. Capturing them with an arm around their waist, and raising them with ease over his shoulder to gently swat at their rear, minding the tail.

"Traitor."

@mangher