MY DADSS!!

how i feel when i dont have a white boy to obsess over

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Ghost of the strongest

Is this a Richy reference??

Be right back, gonna go bawl my eyes out

MY MEEEEEEN!!!

Miguel is a menace to Spider-Society😢

Breathtaking

Do you only write Hannibal lecter or do you also write for NBC Hannibal?

Yandere! Hannibal x Reader: The Grand Meal

Gather around for a short story in the spirit of Thanksgiving. You have been invited by Hannibal Lecter to a celebratory dinner, although unexpectedly barren of other guests. He will be entertaining you this evening, carefully describing each dish as he battles his own inner turmoil. (For extra immersion, I suggest listening to Bach's 'Sheep May Safely Graze')

Warning: Cannibalism and detailed gore. I'd advise against reading if you're squeamish. 

[Horror Masterlist]

He politely aids you in removing your coat, folds it over his forearm, and steps aside, expectantly. You glance at him, somewhat confused.

"Your bag, if I may."

"Oh, I...I was planning to bring it with me. I have my phone in it and all the essentials." you stutter, unsure.

Uh huh. Your etiquette seems to be lacking in certain areas. Nothing that cannot be chiseled. 

"You won't be needing it, I assure you." he extends his hand out, waiting. 

You hesitantly place the dark leather Pochette into his fingers. Hannibal has always been rather particular when it comes to decorum. You wouldn't want to upset him, especially given his generous invite to his Thanksgiving celebration. He'd heard your complaint of being alone during the holidays and he encouraged you to join him instead.

As you hurry behind him down the spacious hallway, you quietly marvel at the expensive, tasteful paintings sporadically adorning the walls. 

"I suspected they might be to your liking." He briefly peeks back at you with a faint smile on his lips. 

The heavy wooden doors creak open and your nostrils are quickly overwhelmed by the tempting smell of intricate dishes. You narrow your eyes, taking in the flavors. Once you finally look ahead, you notice that the table, although neatly decorated, consists only of two seats that have been prepared for dining. Two opposing seats, causing the whole setup to seem of ridiculous length. 

"Pardon my intrusion, but is anyone else attending?" You cannot contain your curiosity.

"Oh, no.  Not really." Hannibal pulls your chair outwards before departing to his own designated place. "It's you and me. Does that bother you?"

"I suppose it's cozier this way." You brush it aside with a chuckle. Better than being alone, you tell yourself.

He nods in agreement before settling down. He takes a moment to examine the table, confirming that everything is indeed in its proper place. A final, satisfied incline of his head.

"Allow me to introduce today's dishes. I don't want to keep you waiting for too long." He says as he remembers your earlier little gesture of delight. "It's a little bit of a scattered theme, if I am to be honest with you. I've drawn my inspiration from varied cuisines."

"I can see. How exciting!" You swiftly scan over the diverse plates, enthusiastic and hungry.

"The main course is over there. Balsamic-glazed oven baked ribs. I recommend a drizzle of cranberry sauce to go with it."

As he points to the dish, he can almost hear the dry crack of the bone. Abruptly, he's been taken back to the previous night, to his humble slaughter room - the meat needs to be fresh after all. Shears cut through the ribs with little resistance. The blades go around the thoracic cavity, contouring the ribcage. Once a proper opening has been made, he firmly grasps each side of the ribcage and nonchalantly lifts the bone flap, resting it over the face. 

Wait. He quickly digs through the skin and fat that had been shoved aside with the carcass, searching for the face of the victim. It's you. How delectable and surprising that you've wandered into such a recollection. Well, not quite a surprise that you've invaded his memories; from the very moment he met you he's been plagued by this indecent idea: How would you look on the dissecting table?

His musings are interrupted by the sizzle of the sparkling wine he's currently pouring in your glass. He finds himself back at the dining table, together with his favorite guest. You graciously thank him, and as he gazes over your features, he can't help but continue this game of imagination he's just spontaneously devised. Whoever had been carefully served for this occasion will be temporarily replaced during the theatrical retelling by you. And what a fine actor you'll be, even though you're not aware of it.

Alright, one must start from the beginning. He traces the edge of the autopsy table and inspects the drain just below your feet. He wouldn't want an incident. Would you be mortified if you'd learn your secretions and discharges leaked and clotted against the sieve? Don't worry, you'll be spared of such scenarios. He'd never willingly embarrass you like that. He softly presses the scalpel against your bare skin, going under each breast and stopping at the pubic bone. Now to trim the thick layers of fat sticking to the dermis. You're not making much of a mess, but then again it's a dream within his idle mind. A mischievous grin takes over his expression once he witnesses his clean work. The segments of skin detach smoothly, revealing your glistening, bloated organs. 

He already went over the ribs. That part has been covered. What comes next? His eyes rest on the most obvious: your intestines. Which reminds him...

"This one is a Middle Eastern dish. Stuffed intestines. You gently cut the membrane, like this." He demonstrates on a separate plate. "Don't worry about seeing some additional blood. Naturally there are many capillaries irrigating the walls, so you might open them up in the process. It quickly seeps into the mixture and adds a bit of a stagnant flavor to it, but it's merely noticeable."

You swallow dryly.

Back to the original matters. He searches for his scissors and cuts along the attachment tissue smoothly. Once the bowels have been freed, he fondles them into his hands, cupping them into place, and hurries to the nearby counter. The entrails collapse and spread onto the marble surface, like mischievous tentacles. He languidly eyes them. Do organs resemble their owner? Absurd question, really. Do they reflect one's health - that much is indubitable. Yet he can't help feeling that if presented with an endless row of viscera, he could, without hesitation, point and state which ones are yours. It's a mysterious confidence whose source he cannot pinpoint. You've always captivated him. Just when he thinks he's had you like an open book, you slip and slither between his fingers. Fitting.

What is it about you that preoccupies his mind to such degree? He turns back to the table and scans the remaining options. Your intelligence? The tool drawer opens and his fingers linger over the saw and skull chisel. Perhaps. But there's more to it, really. His analytical, rational self craves for more than what it can grasp. And what it lacks, well...

He pinches the visceral fascia and lifts the translucent membrane, with the same delicacy of unveiling a young bride, and reveals your heart, cold and still. There it is, the answer to everything. A transect to the vena cava near the diaphragm and the organ has been separated from the rest of the body. An angel with clipped wings. Holding it like this, he can almost discern the faintest throb, the fibrous muscle pressing into his skin. 

"And this?"

He purses his lips, taken aback by his own rudeness. Has he been zoning out in plain sight?

"I'm afraid I don't follow."

"The dish, I mean."

He follows the direction of your stretched out index. Ah.

"Heart stuffed with mushroom duxelle. Old English classic with a twist." 

"You sound like a professional chef", you respond as you laugh. "Is there anything you can't do?"

Is there? He considers it. Right before his revelation was discontinued by your inquiry - absolutely not your fault, the ill manners were his - he was wondering if he possesses the capacity to love you. He definitely prefers you over all of the people he's encountered in his life, and your behavior and way of thinking never ceases to make him curious. Yet love is a conclusion he cannot asses with certainty. 

He had hoped a vivisectionist approach would offer him concrete data, palpable reasoning, but his journey only reinforced that some concepts must be tested outside of pure introspection. Or, as one would describe it colloquially, he has to take the bull by its horns. 

"By the way, what meat is this?" You have arranged yourself a platter with a little bit of everything, and just finished chewing a hearty bite. "Ox or something? It's very tender."

If Hannibal is to embark on his expedition of human feelings, he needs to reflect on his choices carefully. Or does he? Hmm. His methodical tactics are what caused this impasse in the first place. 

One can afford to give in, every now and then. How will you react to his self indulgence? He rests his head on the back of his intertwined hands and stares at you with a determined look. 

"Human."

So who of us do you like the most, Petal?

Idol- ATEEZ Yunho x female ATINY reader

-sometimes, you gotta move forward… just take it step by step. - ATEEZ Enough

A/N: Hi! This is my first Post so please don’t be mad if it doesn’t look as pretty as all the other ones! I had some ideas in mind and thought it would be cool to write them so here it is. Have fun reading and react to this if you like it and want me to keep going. Thanks everyone.

Summary: you’ve been at your first Ateez concert after 7 years of knowing and growing up with them. You had the time of your life but after the concert you felt full of emotions and you miss them more than ever… a few weeks later Hello 82 searches for ATINYS who want to help with a special project, and there you are… signing up for it.

Minors do not interact. 18+

Warnings: being delulu xd

The next chapter could / will most likely include smut.

Words: 1,3k

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Preview:

February 27. 2025.

Another Day has passed since the Ateez Concert in Berlin D2.. which means.. another day suffering because you miss your lovely boys.

The Concert was one of the best days ever.

It made you happy.

Made you forget everything for a few hours.

The only things which mattered were these eight lovely boys. All strong, fierce and powerful.

Besides the fact that you got the flu after the concert.. you’re quite the opposite from fine. Your heart seems to ache. You want to turn back in time. The only problem is that you can’t.

The Europe tour is over now.

They’ll fly back to Korea… they’ll be gone.. out of your time zone..

It’s no longer „I will see ATEEZ in 2025“ it’s only „i saw them 8 Days ago“

You’re trying to live your life, go to work.. eat and meet friends.

But… the thing is, everything feels off.

In the last few days, you’ve been looking at their Instagram stories and posts like twice a day.

Some weeks pass.. your heart still aching for these eight grown up men.

You‘ve been standing in front of your best friend's house for a few minutes now, waiting until she opens the door..

„You’re early.“ is the only thing she says when she opens the door „take the key with you when you leave, then you can just come inside next time.“

„Okay , I will.“ you answer her and take your shoes off, directly walking to her bed and falling onto it.

A big sigh escapes you and you curl up.

„is it normal? This post concert depression? I miss them…“ you say, your voice muffled because of the pillow.

“Don’t make such a drama out of it Y/N” she laughs at you and you smile.

“I have every right to make a drama out of it! They saw me! HE saw me. Jeong fucking Yunho winked at me!” A fake cry comes out of your throat.

“God you’re so weird. Come on, let’s watch something and cuddle. I’m more important than those guys, aren’t I?” She grins at you and lays down next to you.

The whole weekend consists of eating ice cream, watching Frozen and Rapunzel or listening to ATEEZ songs which weren’t on play at the concert. You avoid them so you wouldn’t get the idea of crying.

Two weeks later you’re laying in your bed at 3am. And then you see it. It’s a Post from Hello82.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat.

“HELLO ATINYS, THIS IS HELLO 82 ! the Ateez towards the light: will to power tour has ended but we have great and good news for you. We are currently searching for ATINYS who would like to attend a Fanevent, powered by us. To get chosen, you send a video of your favourite concert moment and a small thing you love about every Member. We are looking forward to all your Videos.

The Winners will be chosen on March 23. Have fun and always look for the Light.”

you’re still breathless. An Ateez fan event? You could have a chance to see them again? Of course you need to try.The first thing you did was calling your best friend. Telling her everything and that both of you need to try. As a Mingi Stan, she agrees quickly and you both search for your most loved concert moment. You cut the video together and take a shot where you talk about all the members.

“Camera Action” says your best friend and you grin.

“Hello 82. My Name is Y/N and I’m from Germany. I’ve prepared a few words for every member.”“I’ve been watching Ateez since the first start… I remember how hongjoong asked if people would even come for their first ever stage.. and now they’ve just performed in front of like 40.000 people… that’s just so amazing. They really did it and they deserve everything for that.

“You keep explaining a few things about every member and just how much you like them and how much they saved you. While you’re talking, a wide smile stays on your lips… just the memories of them make you so happy and greatful for everything.

Your best friends stops filming as soon as you’re finished talking.

“I think that’s a great small film. You did well” she praises you and you just smile, a bit sad even. “It’s true. They saved me. You know that.”

After she wraps up her own Video, you both send it to the folder hello 82 made.

Now you’ll need to wait.

And the wait is long… days pass, weeks pass until HELLO 82 announces the winners. It’s finally March 23.. Yunho’s Birthday…

You look at the post.

8 ATINYS are the winners. Only 8…

You scrolled through the post and there it is… the mention of your best friends account.. She's the 4 Winner… your best friend who sits next to you screams

“oh my fucking god I have been chosen..” she repeats that phrase a few times and your heart clenches. You try to get yourself together immediately.

You’re happy for her. She will be seeing Ateez. Again. You keep looking who the next Winners are and then… you choke out a cry.

“Mia… you… I… we… we both got chosen.. we won..” you still can’t believe it so you just put your hands over your head. You’re going to see Ateez again. With your best friend on your side… you will see them… your heart beats fast in your chest and then you let out a happy laugh.

“God Mia… we’ve been chosen.. both of us!

The next day, both of you get an email with the plan and how everything will work. The Fan event will be in Seoul. Far away actually, but both of you decide to just get some Plane Tickets. The next day already, everything starts. You’re in the plane, together with your best friend. Your heart still pounds loud in your chest. You still can’t believe it. You’re going to see them..

The next day, both of you get an email with the plan and how everything will work. Suddenly… everything is going really fast and Mia and you land in Seoul. Your heart still pounds loud in your chest. You still can’t believe it. You’re going to see them..

The Car waits for you and after a second security check, you both get inside.

The drive to the Hotel is silent. Both of you two are too nervous to speak so you just hold your hands tightly together.

The Hello 82 Staff welcomed you both very sweetly and you went into conversation and greetings so fast that you almost forgot about your nervousness.

“Hi! I’m Sara! I’m from Germany too actually! I always look for what you post” a laugh escapes the small girl in front of you and you smile back.

“I have the feeling i do know you too! Wow.. haha.. sooo are you as excited as we are??

A/N: thank you for reading the first lines of this story! The next chapters will be long and I try to write as much and as soon as possible!



an angel on earth✨

theres a whole new dynamic here

me when someone edits satosugu to a Sleep Token song