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Would any of you be interested in some BTS imagines ??

I haven’t been on here in forever oops

anyway i quit writing stories for a while, didn’t really quit I just spend all of my time writing RP, but i’ve slowly been getting back into it so you might see some content on here again [ it’ll probably be kpop related i’m absolute trash for namjoon && jisoo ]

Turn Down [Will Graham]

Summary // First time you’re going to Will’s house after a variety of dates

A/N // Sorry I’ve been quite inactive I’ve mostly been focused on rping as to make myself a better writer but also because I really lack inspiration. Also, first time writing something for Hannibal, you can also expect some TWD imagines dropping when I get some inspiration because I’ve finally started watching that :D

“Quite a few dogs, huh.” You commented with a chuckle as you stepped inside, Will merely chuckled nervously. “Good thing I’m a dog lover.”

Meeting Will had been an odd experience, even if he was merely a temporarily badge holding agent he was still an agent and an FBI agent knocking on your door never prompted much good, it was about one of your friends, she was killed. He delivered it surprisingly well, able to understand you perfectly which surprised you at first. It became rather clear he wasn’t too good at the whole comforting but the attempts he made were ones you appreciated nonetheless.

After that most of your contact went dead until you just decided to call him one day, you were bored and after an arrangement of horrible things that happened you decided to strike up a conversation with him, something that went well despite his claimed lack of social skills. It continued, became something of a regular thing, calling became meeting up in a variety of places until a relationship bloomed, something that luckily happened natural and didn’t feel forced at all.

During those meeting you fell more in love with him without really being aware of it, all his little quirks and all the things he told about lacking social skills which turned out to be quite the opposite as he proved to be charismatic from time to time, more so than average, maybe that was because you were really in love or maybe it just was because he really is, using the lie as a shield from his empathy ‘disorder’.

“I might’ve said something of an understatement.” He said, smiling sheepishly as he rubbed his neck. It was hard for him to open up about all that happened in the past which was quite a lot, far more than you had expected but nonetheless you accepted it as it was clear he didn’t quite choose most of the things that had happened to him.

I’m here to celebrate bad grades and constantly disappointing my parents

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Saved [Jennifer Jareau]

Summary || After working at the FBI for a few years you’re transferred to a new department

A/N || I wrote this a while ago when dealing with my own anxiety [school can really fuck me up especially grades]  and it was kind of really hard to do due to the format so I hope it’s fine

Anxiety. That was the word you would use to sum up your whole life, a roller coaster with ups and downs and the continuous whisper in your ear from a nagging person that didn't seem to ever go away no matter what you did it just didn't, it was attached, clung onto you and held you back on more things than you would ever want to admit. And it was always there, it didn't even leave for a single second, it was always there.

The anxiety never left you, no matter what you attempted. Some part of you accepted the constant stomach aches, sweaty hands and flushed cheeks as you went through life, as you finished high school, did a few years of community college before going to the academy and even graduating from that with a ghost lingering onto your waist, its grip never faltering. It seemed to only worsen when you were transferred from your unit to the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, not only a foreign team but a foreign city.

To say you were nervous on your first day would be quite the understatement, despite having worked at the FBI for around six years it felt like your first day on the job. Luckily, nothing happened yet, it was a more quiet day, as JJ described, with no case so far which the whole team seemed to really appreciate. You felt your heart pick up as you tried to settle into your desk, there were two you had talked to so far, more or less because it was forced. You had spoken to Hotch before your transfer, he explained all the details and the reason as to why, the second person was JJ who immediately showed you around the second you stepped foot inside, the others didn't seem as excited then again you didn't really mind as they seemed to be a really close family and you had no idea about what you could possibly talk about with any of them really, you didn't even know their names, well you knew names but not the faces.

So as you fidgeted with your hands and stared at the picture of your dog to say you were surprised when you heard the booming voice of your Unit Chief would be putting it lightly. “Wheels up in thirty.”

Despite having been well informed about the job and all the travelling it required it still kind of struck you with awe and a surreal feeling, this was your first case here, with a new team and a new city, all of it felt foreign but oddly good.

I am really gay for Fan Bingbing, I mean look at this:

Wheels Up [Emily Prentiss]

Summary // You got a call, Emily was abducted.

A/N // Something short and sweet, I kinda wanted to make it longer but I didn’t have a lot of time and I really wanted to post something.

You had been at home when the call came, you were sitting in the house you two shared, sipping on your mug of tea, a small anxiety in your stomach as you tried to calm yourself with the television. They had a trail on Scratch, they were going there. It left you with unmanageable anxiety you did your best to subdue, you just felt like it would go wrong, Emily was unit chief now and there’d never been this much on the line for you two.

That’s when the call came.

“Y/N?” It was Luke, he sounded exhausted.

“Yes Luke? What is it?” You impatiently said, nervously gripping the phone.

“The tires, the SUV.. We got hit by a truck… Stephen died, Rossi’s in surgery, JJ is hurt and..” She wasn’t dead, you knew that because he would’ve said it if she was, that meant they didn’t know, and you weren’t sure if it was worse. The two of you had already been through hell and back after her death, you didn’t want to go through it all again.

“Luke… You don’t know do you..” You said softly, your voice falling to a whisper. You had an idea of all this could mean, you helped her through all the anger of what happened to Spencer, you knew the very details of the case because you forced her to share, it was bothering her so much that she needed to open up about it, you were fully aware of what Scratch could go.

“She’s missing.. We can come pick you up. It’s going to be all right Y/N.” He said confidently, you weren’t so sure. There was nothing that was too solid on Scratch, they had things but you weren’t too sure how well they would hold up anymore now.

“Y/N?”

“Y-Yeah… Please.”

“We’ll be there in a minute.”

As the call ended you were left to your own thoughts and you felt like you were drowning in them, a downwards spiral of scenarios that could be bad to the utmost worst, worse things than the worst, it kept going and going like your mind was only able to keep seeing the worst of moments, soon the bell rang.

You got your phone and your keys, taking a deep breath. You would be strong, if not for yourself for Emily, you would do everything for her.

Luke and Spencer waited, a very small smile on Luke’s face as to make the situation less tense, you appreciated it. “Well.. Let’s go, we don’t have a lot of time.” You said, clearly focused and both men nodded before the three of you left, off to the BAU.