#ow-x-lector

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MASTERLIST

No es que tenga muchísimas publicaciones pero para tener el changarro ordenado.  Aquí encontrarás: Homestuck, Voltron, Borderlands, Into the Spiderverse, Overwatch y Boku no Hero Academia.

I don’t have a lot of posts but at least this way I can organize them.  Here you’ll find: Homestuck, Voltron, Borderlands, Into the Spiderverse, Overwatch and Boku no Hero Academia

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Tipo de publicación/Type of post

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Idioma/Language

Publicación/Post

Gifsets/Photosets

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Overwatch guys with Children//Chicos de Overwatch con niños

Exercising with the Overwatch boys//Haciendo ejercicio con los chicos de Overwatch.

Wedding headcanons//Headcanons de bodas PT 1 (Doomfist, Lucio, Genji, Reaper and Roadhog.)

Wedding headcanons//Headcanons de bodas. PT. 2 (Hanzo, Junkrat, Mccree, Soldier:76, Zenyatta and Reinhardt) 

Spending christmas together with the Overwatch guys//Navidad en pareja con los chicos de OW.

Dancing with the Overwatch guys//Bailando con los héroes de Overwatch

Cuddling with the Overwatch guys//Acurrucándose con los chicos de Overwatch.

Overwatch girls kissing//Chicas de Overwatch besando. 

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Kisses with the Space Crew//Besos con la Space Crew (Paladines + Allura+Coran+Matt)

Dates with the Space Crew//Citas con las Space Crew 

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Wedding headcanons//Headcanons de bodas Pt. 1 (Kirishima, Denki, Midoriya, Aoyama, Koda, Denki, Ojiro)

Wedding headcanons//Headcanons de boda Pt.2 (Sato, Shoji, Bakugou, Todoroki, Iida, Tokoyami, Sero)

Drabbles/Escritos

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Español

NSFW. Non-con con Hanzo

“Un problema” Con Sombra.

NSFW. HanzoxLectorxMccree.NSFW.

“Apenas me concentro” Con Genji.

“Por favor cállate. Sólo cállate.” Con Mccree

NSFW. Non-Con con Junkrat y una lectora rehén. 

Moira y Junkrat con una pareja chaparra queriéndoles dar un beso.

“Aquí, tengo un arma extra” con Tracer.

Mccree y Soldier queriendo conquistar a la misma chica.

Soldier en una despedidad antes de ir a una misión

Junkrat tratando de conquistar a una chica pidiendo consejos.

“El peor momento” con McCree.

Escenario con Zarya y Reinhardt.

“Dios, eres como un niño.” Con Hanzo y un lector masculino.

Hanzo con un novio que tiene problemas en la cadera

Hanzo con una lectora NSFW

“Forgive me” (Canción) con Hanzo 

“Horns” (canción) con Mccree

English

“A problem” With Sombra

NSFW. “I just keep thinking about you”with Genji.

Hanzo and Genji with a s/o who's lactose intolerant  but they crave cookies

Hanzo NSFW scenario f!reader

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Español

“Eres Satán” con Pidge

Paladines reaccionando a que su pareja se sacrifique en la batalla con Lotor.

NSFW. Non-con con Shiro

Shiro celoso

English

Paladins reacting to their s/o sacrificing themselves to save them from Lotor

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Español

Yo puedo cuidarme solo perfectamente con Bakugou

Katsuki Bakugou "¡Me asustaste, tarada! Ahora no te voy a dejar de abrazar nunca" 

Tenya Iida “Pensé que te había pedido”

Izuku Midoriya “Siempre estaré ahí para salvarte”

Izuku Midoriya  “Sé más cuidadoso por favor Deku, no quiero vendarte de nuevo.”

Eijirou Kirishima "Hace frío afuera, por lo menos ponete una campera"

Tenya Iida primera cita con el lector

Mezo Shoji pelea con la lectora con un bonito final uwu

English

Izuku Midoriya “Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.” 

Mezo Shoji “He stares at you every time you look way”

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Español

“My heart I surrender” (Canción) con Peter B. Parker

“No me quiero levantar” Con Peter B. Parker 

“Caja de secretos” con SpiderNoir 

English

 “IS THAT MY SWEATER?” with SpiderNoir

“You don’t need to protect me” SpiderNoir x GN!reader

“Box of secrets” (song) SpiderNoir

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English

Love confession with Cronus 

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English

“Passed Out” Zane x GN!READER

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ɴsғᴡ

Español

 Spanking con Shota Aizawa 

Hanjob con Tenya Iida 

Angry sex con Keith Kogane

English

 Deepthroating with Soldier 76 x male!reader

Formalwear with Spidernoir x fem!reader

Underwear with Axton (Borderlands) x fem!reader

Headcanons

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Gamzee con una pareja low-blood.

John Egbert en una relación.

John Egbert con una novia que será operada.

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Non-con con Hanzo, Reaper y Soldier tratando de preñar.

Hanzo con una pareja Tsundere.

Estoy embarazada con los chicos de Overwatch (Hanzo, Lucio, Mccree y Junkrat)

Gabe, Jack y Hanzo con una pareja a quien se le escapa decirles “papi/daddy”

Headcanons de Primera cita PT.1 (Soldier, Mccree, Hanzo y Lucio)

Headcanons de Primera cita PT.2 (Moira, Junkrat, Reaper y Genji) 

Mercy, Genji, Hanzo y Soldado: 76 saliendo con alguien de su mismo sexo. 

Lucio NSFW headcanons

English

"Old married couple" Headcanons with Reaper, Jack and Hanzo.

First date with Jack, Hanzo and Moira.

Orisa, D.va, Widowmaker and Sombra random headcanons.

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Español

Paladines reaccionando a que su pareja está a salvo.

Los paladines reaccionando a encontrar a su pareja accidentalmente en lindísima lencería rosa.

Los paladines con una pareja que es una estrella famosa.

Matt y Lance con una pareja con un alto deseo sexual.

Matt con una pareja masoquista

NSFW headcanons de Lance y Keith.

Headcanons de primer beso con Hunk y Lance.

Headcanons del primer beso con Shiro y Pidge.

Headcanons de los paladines y Matt con una pareja que está estresada con los exámenes. 

Headcanons Shiro NSFW

English

Matt with a famous actress s/o

Paladins having a famous actress s/o.

Paladins accidentally walking in while their crush is changing, wearing embarrassingly cute underwear

Paladins reactions after seeing their s/o safe and sound.

Matt and Lance whose s/o has a high sex drive.

Matt holt with a masochist s/o

Lance and Keith’s NSFW headcanons.

Lotor and Hunk first kiss headcanons.

Shiro and Pidge first kiss headcanons.

Shiro, Keith and Lance confessing to a female reader 

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Español

Tokoyami, Todoroki, Midoriya y Shinsou con una novia que será operada.

Izuku, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Shoji y Todoroki cuando su novia es atacada en el campamento de verano

Iida y Bakugou con un estudiante de intercambio que tira piropos

English

Dating Dabi and Midoriya

Fumikage, Todoroki and Midoriya comforting their female s/o who has an abusive father.

Soulmate AU with Class 1A boys

Soulmate AU with Class 1B girls

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English

Romantich headcanons with the vault hunteres (Borderlands 3)

[imtherain]

Stalker - Hannibal Nonsense

Heyo

So I fell in love with murder hubban and decided literally ten seconds ago that I was gonna post this before I talked myself out of it.

Technically Hannibal x Reader love story/fluff? Nothing particularly naughty happens. Maybe one day there will be a smutty part two, but we’ll see.

Warnings: Murder Hubban - stalker - fear - suicide - inappropriately affectionate therapist

Anyway

You’d been seeing Dr. Lector for a while now. Technically, you were his patient, but after he’d found out how much you struggled to pay his large fees, he stopped charging you and opted instead to handle you off the books. You were grateful for that, because of all the therapists you’d seen, Hannibal Lector was the only one who ever seemed to believe you.

“How are you feeling today, Y/N?” Dr. Lector asked as you stood near the window, looking carefully into the street below.

“Not great, Doctor,” You admitted. “I think he’s back,”

“Who’s back?” He asked, though you knew he knew. You’d told him all about the ex-boyfriend that used to stalk you. How you had nightmares he’d come back for you. A restraining order did nothing when someone was as determined as your ex.

“RJ,” You tell him. “My crazy ex, people keep telling me I’m imaging it, that he has no way to know I moved out here,”

“Your worries are quite valid, Y/N, as I recall, RJ tried to kill you last time you saw him,” Dr. Lector said, his voice even and clinical. You loved the cadence and often wondered what it would be like for him to talk to you at night, in whispers, to put you to sleep. You couldn’t see anyone in the street that looked like RJ, so you turned away.

“There’s no way he could know I’m here,” You said. “Plus, he’s not supposed to leave his state,”

“Often, those with a singular mind, do not care much for the laws of man,” Dr. Lector said.

“Are you saying he could be out there?” You couldn’t help the fear in your voice.

“All I’m saying, my dear, is that anything is possible,” Dr. Lector said, a small, knowing smile on his face.

 Your next session was the same. You were happy to be in the safety of Dr. Lector’s office, because even if RJ was out there, surely he wouldn’t come inside. He was more of a “stand in the rain and watch through a window” type after all.

“Do you still suspect RJ is in town?” Dr. Lector asked. You nodded, miserably. “Do you have evidence?”

“He left me flowers,” You said. “They were clearly pulled from the neighbor’s garden, dirt, roots and all, but he left them on my door step.”

“Have you called the police?” Dr. Lector asked.

“Ha, what will they do? Give me another piece of paper that tells him he can’t come near me? A lot of good the last one did,” You sat heavily on the chair across from Dr. Lector. The next time you spoke, you were much more serious. “I’m thinking about buying a gun.”

“Would you be prepared to use one?” He asked. You turned your eyes to him and watched him observe you. You always wondered if he could see into your soul, and you really wanted to believe he could. He was the only human on the planet that ever seemed to understand you without any sort of judgement, therapy aside.

“I would rather have one and never need it, than need it and not have one,” You tell him. “RJ is bigger than me, I couldn’t fight him off even with self-defense training. Even with adrenaline in my veins as his hands closed around my throat...” You shudder remembering the feeling of his hands on your neck, his eyes wild as he screamed at you about how if he couldn’t have you, no one else ever would. Dr. Lector had seen you through a lot of flashbacks and had helped you manage your trauma to the point where even the nightmares weren’t keeping you up for weeks at a time anymore. In a way, you owed Dr. Lector the life you were currently living.

“I understand completely, it would give you a sense of power, the very sense of power that RJ had taken from you. Tell me something, do you often think about if you had the opportunity to use a gun against him?” If you didn’t know any better there was a spark of something hungry in his eyes as he asked this. But no, he was clinical, he was surely just asking to make sure you weren’t a hazard to anyone else.

“Sometimes,” You whisper. “I wonder if I’d finally be able to sleep with a window open again, if I’d feel safe enough to go to the grocery store alone, to go for a walk on a beautiful day...” There was something almost dreamy about your voice now. “It would be good closure at least, right?”

“Death is a funny thing, as it does not always give us the gifts we asked it for,” Dr. Lector said.

“I just need to know he can’t hurt me anymore,” You said, eyes filling with tears. “I hate feeling like he’s waiting around every corner, it makes me feel so weak. If I could just...” You stopped yourself from admitting your fantasy.

“Just?” Dr. Lector pressed. If not in therapy, where else would you be able to admit to the darkness inside of you?

“If I could just get him back for what he’s done, hurt him somehow, scare him off. That would be enough. But I know RJ, he wouldn’t accept that either. It’s me or him. I don’t know if I can kill him, but I know what I’d do to keep him from killing me,” You told him. “Even if I have to kill me first,”

“Y/N,” Dr. Lector chided. “You promised me that you wouldn’t talk about killing yourself if you weren’t serious,”

“I am serious,” You told him. “It’s been crossing my mind a lot, especially after the flowers. He knows where I live, he probably follows me around town every day. He knows where I work, where all my friends live. If I were dead...”

“Enough,” Dr. Lector stood. “Your life is not your own, Y/N, it is not yours to take.”

“Then who’s life is it?” You look up at him as he crossed to stand directly before you. If you moved, just slightly, your knees would knock into his legs.

“That’s for you to decide,” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his silk handkerchief. It was a fashionably garish shade of gold and patterned in red. He took your chin in his sure and gentle hand and blotted at your tears.

“Do you want it?” You asked, voice small.

“Do you wish to give it to me?” Was his reply. You watched his face as he finished drying your tears, begging for something to give away his feelings for you...but you saw nothing definitive, so you said nothing in return.

 Your next session had you running into the office, busting through the door without much care if there was someone else in Dr. Lector’s office or not. Luckily, there was no one, just the doctor himself, sitting behind his ornate desk, reading something on his tablet.

“Y/N, my dear, you’re quite early for our appointment,” Dr. Lector said looking up at you. Your hair was wild and your eyes were scared. “Has something happened?”

“He’s outside,” You said in rush. “He followed me here from work, he said,” Your panic clawed up your throat remembering how RJ had laughed at you, saying you were weak for going to therapy. How he’d broke you and no one would be able to put you back together. You felt a sob tear through your lungs and you covered your mouth. Dr. Lector stood and came to check on you, brushing back your hair and holding your face in his hands.

“Did he hurt you?” His voice was stiff and even. You shook your head.

“No, but he said I was broken,” You tell him. Dr. Lector hummed once and then went back towards his desk to grab something from his drawing supplies. He slipped it carefully up his sleeve and headed for the door.

“Wait here please,”

“No! Don’t go out there! I couldn’t stand it if he hurt you,” You cried out. Hannibal’s face rose in a smirk.

“Don’t worry, my dear, I’ll be fine, I assure you.” And with that, he slipped out into the hall. You hurried to the window, peering out in time to see Dr. Lector leave the building. RJ stood from his spot against the wall. You watched as the two spoke, Hannibal motioned to the building once and RJ laughed. You couldn’t believe there had been a time when RJ’s laugh brought you joy. When RJ struck Dr. Lector you turned away.

Your mind was muddy on a good day, but now the water inside you was opaque, black. There was almost a calmness to it, a surety. No one will want you after me, not after what I’ve done. RJ’s words echoed across the water, causing ripples, turned to tides. You’re broken, weak, useless...you’re better off dead. The tides turned to tidal waves and the blackness pulled you under.

Hannibal came back into the office, wiping his hands on his handkerchief.

“Y/N, RJ sends his apologies for interfering with your treatments,” He looked around, not seeing you where he had left you. His eyes slowly traveled up to the lofted library, where he saw you standing on the wrong side of the railing. “What are you doing?” He asked. There was no panic, no worry. It was simple question.

“I’m going to jump, RJ is right, I’m better off dead,” You said. He nods slowly as if that made sense.

“I’m afraid a fall from that height will hardly kill you,” Dr. Lector moved to his desk and replaced the item he’d taken from it before going out to talk with RJ. He turned back up to you. “Why don’t you come down from there and we can discuss what happened tonight?” He was right, and you felt like a fool yet again. Your eyes welled up and spilled over.

“I don’t...I don’t think I can,” You mumble. In fact, while you no longer wanted to jump to your doom, you realized that you were too scared to move back the way you came. You would surely fall anyway.

“Do you need me to come help you?” He asked, almost as though speaking to a child needing their shoes tied. You nodded weakly. He smirked slightly, more to himself than you, and made his way up to where you were.

“I’m sorry,” You said as he stopped behind you. He placed one arm under yours and reached around your ribs so that he had a good grip on you.

“Let go of the railing now, I’ve got you,” He murmured and you did as he asked. He quite handily pulled you back over the railing, catching your legs in his other arm as he brought you over the top. He stood with you in his arms like that, a bride without a wedding, before setting you back on your feet. You wiped your face on your sleeve.

You followed Dr. Lector down to the main floor of the office.

“Would you like something to drink?” He offered. You shook your head, one arm held tightly around your ribs, replacing the pressure he’d given you with your own as though you could make the contact last. You watched him pour himself a glass of wine and then followed him with your eyes as he came to stand before you. He held out the wine, an offering, and you just shook your head again.

Hannibal held eye contact with you as he swirled the wine in the glass, just under his nose, before he took his first sip. He tipped his head as he looked at you, before setting down his glass and seating himself behind you on the plush couch you had slept briefly on after a particularly rough session.

He patted the spot next to him.

Slowly, wondering if it were some sort of trick, you slid on careful feet closer to him until he was looking up at you, ever patient. He patted the spot again, with a smirk he didn’t try to hide. You loosened your arm from around your ribs and sank into the seat next to him.

Hannibal adjusted so that his arm was behind you, as though, of course he had to move to make you more comfortable.

“Tell me more about why you climbed up there,” He said. You looked up at him, turning so that you faced him and your shoulder brushed his bicep.

“I just wanted it all to stop,” You said. He nodded. “For a moment, being dead seemed the best option. I see the error in that now. I’m a coward.”

“Come now, you are braver than that,” Hannibal said. “You were telling me, just the other day, how you went to the grocery store alone, you haven’t done that since RJ came to town.”

“You confuse bravery with foolishness,” You said back, no venom in your voice.

“Do I?”

“Yes, because sometimes it is easier to know where the danger is. If I see RJ, I know which direction to run,” You told him. Hannibal’s hand came up to brush carefully against your cheek. It was still damp, as your eyes were still running rivers. You just stopped caring.

“You will not have to be afraid of him forever,” Hannibal said, pulling you into his shoulder.

“Do you promise?” You mumbled into the fine fabric of his suit coat as your arms went around him. You shouldn’t hug him, but you really needed a hug and he seemed more than ok with it. Hannibal’s arms closed around you and you cried as he ran his hand over your back, up to your head, and tucked you under his chin.

“I promise,” He murmured. “One day you will be free of that man,”

Not long after, you found yourself curled up on the couch, your head in Hannibal’s lap as he gently stroked your hair. It was calming and made you sleepy. As you looked up at him, you noticed how soft his features had gotten while he looked at you. He was always such a serious man, it was nice to see his cheeks dressed in contented peace.

“You asked me once, if I would like to keep your life,” Hannibal said after the silence grew too long. “What do you imagine I would do with it?”

“Promise not to laugh?” You asked. He nodded. “I always fantasize that you whisk me away to Paris, or Rome, somewhere old and new all at once. You would tell me all about the architecture, the art, the bloody things that took place in squares now lined with coffee shops. We’d go in first class,” You almost giggled. “I’ve never flown first class before, and you’d drink red wine, or champagne, and I’d drink Fresca, because that’s the only thing I’ve ever drank on a plane, and you’d hold my hand,” You caught the hand that wasn’t in your hair and laced your fingers together. “Just like this, because flying makes me nervous. And it would be like a dream,” He let the image float there in the air for a moment before he spoke. He didn’t unlace your fingers, instead his thumb rubbed the part of your skin closest to it.

“I’d take you to Florence,” Hannibal said, tipping his head to see you from a different angle. His hand stilled on your head. “The city where I became a man,”

“Florence?” You mused dreamily. “I like that.” He hummed and continued to stroke your hair for what seemed like a long, pleasant time. While you laid there, it was as though there was nothing else in the world. No RJ. No job. No rent. Just you and some handsome man, touching you like he cared.

“I hate to ruin the moment, darling, but I do have one last appointment this evening,” Hannibal spoke softly, to ease you out of the light slumber you’d found yourself in, still cradled in his lap.

He helped you sit up, and brushed your hair down with deft fingers.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I surely took up too much of your time,” You worried, getting to your feet and adjusting yourself quickly.

“You have never wasted my time,” Hannibal said. He stood as well, righting his suit and brushing his shoulder as though to make sure it had dried after your tears.

“I haven’t ruined your jacket have I?” You asked, sheepish. He shook his head.

“Nothing the cleaners cannot remedy. Now, do you have a safe way home? If not, you can wait in the other room until I’m done and I’ll take you home myself.” He asked, eyes trained on your face to see your reaction. He would know if you lied. He always did.

“I can call a cab from the waiting room,” You assured him. He nodded as though this was satisfactory. “You probably scared RJ off for the night anyway,”

“Good.” He took your face in his hands again and tipped you one way and then the other. “Your face seems to have returned to its normal, lovely, color. I think you should be alright for the evening. Have I given you my private number, in case you need me outside of office hours?” You blush at the thought of late night chats with Dr. Lector.

“You haven’t,” You said. He tisked.

“That won’t do, here, let me get it for you,” He went to his desk and you followed, nervous feet. He took a long moment to write, in beautiful calligraphy, and when he caught you trying to read it over his shoulder, he turned, with a little smile, to hide it from you. It was a secret note then. You couldn’t help but grin. He blew on the ink for a moment and then folded it. “There. Now, you hurry home and get some rest,”

“Yes, Dr. Lector,” You agreed, holding the note to your chest. He scoffed lightly.

“I’ve told you many times, Y/N, you are not a patient, you may call me Hannibal. In fact, I rather must insist on it.” He watched you blush at the sign of intimacy.

“Thank you,” You said. He stood to walk you out.

“Have a good night, my dear,” Hannibal kissed your cheek, a previously chaste event that you looked forward to for the wrong reasons. Now it seemed to have something hotter behind it.

“Have a good night, Hannibal,” You smiled around the name, heart fluttering when he smiled back.

In the cab ride home you opened his note and smiled to yourself. The calligraphy was perfect, spelling out Hannibal Lector and his number in crisp and curly strokes. Under it, a sentence, a command really. 

Please call me tonight at 8pm

                                                                                        And, of course, you did.

[Masterlist]

[darling-i-read-it]

Work Loads

Clarice Starling x fem!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none I don’t think 

Author’s Note: Someone just asked if I write for Clarice and I had to write something. You probably wouldn’t see this for like a week after I’ve written it but it is here and I love my best girl 

Summary: You have a huge stack of paperwork and Clarice just wants to sleep because she finished hers ages ago

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

You were tired. Granted, not tired enough to go to sleep. You had pages and pages of work to go through and it all was laid out in front of you, taunting you. The light in your home office was getting to be suffocating. You stood up, trying to stretch yourself out. You glanced out the window through the blinds and confirmed what you had already thought; it was much past midnight. 

You heard a slight knock on the door although it was open. You turned around slowly, your movements tired.

“Are you ever goin to bed?” Clarice  asked. You shook your head, gesturing weakly to the piles upon piles of paperwork that were stacked up against you. 

“Not unless you wanna help?” you teased. Clarice  had done her paperwork earlier that day while you were out on the field. 

“I’m not even going to come into that room,” she said, making a big show of not coming into the room. You shook your head.

“Well then I guess I’ll see you when we head into work tomorrow morning.” 

“I doubt I’ll see you even then if you don’t get to work,” she told you, accent drawing out. You shrugged her off, sitting back down in your chair. You spinned back around to look at her. 

“I’ll be there soon,” you promised. She shrugged but by then she was already off and you didn’t blame her. The stack looked about as unappealing to you as anything else.

You and Clarice  had known each other since the academy. You had been by her side through the whole Hannibal fiasco and to be honest, you weren’t surprised when she was picked out to lead it in the way that she did. If anything you were surprised that you had managed to catch a big shot like her to be your girlfriend.

Through the interviews and everything she had gotten you both good jobs. You had always been thankful for that, the fact that the two of you had gotten something good out of Hannibal Lector. 

She had been your best friend through it all and she talked about him often. His ways of thinking interested you both and you weren’t going to pretend he wasn’t a topic of dinner conversation. You figured that was why you worked together so well in the first place. 

You looked back over the paperwork. To be honest you weren’t feeling thankful about having that job now. You were exhausted but you and Clarice worked together as partners and you were good at your jobs together. It was an easy way to bounce off of one another, knowing your thought processes like you did. 

“There is no way…” you muttered to yourself, picking up a file and immediately dropping it again. 

All you wanted to do was go to sleep next to your girlfriend and forget that the pile of work existed. You walked through your day tomorrow in your head, getting up, going to work and what you thought you would be doing there. If you played the cards right you could get Clarice  to run the interview you had to do but you would never be able to pull that if you weren’t in bed ten minutes ago. 

You got up and turned off the lamp, walking into the hallway. You saw Clarice  in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine.

“That doesn’t look like your pillow,” you called, walking up to her. She laughed, shaking her head. The way she had her hair down now was adorable. The loose ends sticking up in an otherwise perfect demnor of Clarice . 

“I was going to come help you but you look like you’re going to bed,” she said. Her west virginian accent stuck out in that sentence and it made you smile wider. “What’s the matter with you?” she asked, laughing. You shrugged.

“I’m just admiring my cute girlfriend.” She shook her head. “I’m going to bed with hopes that my cute girlfriend goes over and does the Stenton interview for me tomorrow,” you pleaded. She rolled her eyes and pointed the half full glass of wine at you.

“You better know you owe me one then,” she said. You shrugged and kissed her gently. When she pulled away she downed the glass, leaving it in the sink to wash tomorrow when you both returned home. 

You followed her into the bedroom and climbed in. You had already gotten your pajamas on earlier when you still thought you were going to pull a late night. She got in beside you and turned off the lamp on her side. You followed suit before laying down on your pillow to get comfortable. 

“I’m glad you came to bed,” she muttered. You saw her eyes flutter closed.

“Yeah well you should thank yourself for doing the Stention interview so I can finish the work tomorrow,” you whispered. She hit you and then you fell into a content silence which eventually ended in a peaceful sleep filled night.

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Tagged by @connerluthorkent​ ! Thank you so much my dear!! <3 <3 

Pick 10 ships without reading the questions.

1) Nygmobblepot (Edward Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot - Gotham)

2) Mergana (Merlin x Morgana - BBC’s Merlin)

3) Handers (M!Hawke x Anders - Dragon Age 2)

4) Korrasami (Korra x Asami - Legend of Korra)

5) Chlodine (Chloe Frazer x Nadine Ross- Uncharted: The Lost Legacy

6) Midna x Link (Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess)

7) Solas x Lavellan (Dragon Age: Inquisition)

8) Hannigram (Hannibal Lector x Will Graham - Hannibal)

9) Cassarric (Cassandra Pentaghast x Varric Tethras - Dragon Age)

10)  MakoHaru (Makoto Tachibana x Haruka Nanase - Free! Iwatobi Swim Club)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

Oh man...that was soooooo long ago.  I played Twilight Princess for the first time when I was about 12 I think, so Midna x Link is the oldest ship on here. But I think I started shipping it after the first third of the game when Midna tries to protect you and nearly sacrifices her life because of it. You get this section where you have to sprint back for help as a wolf with her on your back in the rain as she’s dying and “Midna’s Lament” plays in the back and it was the first time I really felt myself get so worried for a video game character. And after that, she’s a lot more caring towards Link and you can see them grow closer and closer as the game progresses.

2. Have you ever read a FanFiction about 2?

Merlin x Morgana was the reason I started writing fanfiction actually <3 And I have read quite a lot! 

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr?

They have not actually!

4. If 7 were to suddenly break-up today, what would your reaction be?

OUCH™. This question came for my life a lil bit. Ow :(

*SPOILERS* But Solas does fucking break up with you in the game regardless of what you do and we’re basically doomed to face our lover and try to stop him before he destroys the world in the next game. That route/relationship is known as Solavellan Hell. Worst/best? part is that he still loves you and you him. But as for my reaction? Despite knowing it was going to happen somehow, I still sobbed and felt like I’d gotten broken up with in real life. BioWare really knows how to hurt us.

5. Why is 1 so important?

Strap in. I’ve only been into Nygmobblepot for almost exactly a year at this point and I can’t remember being *this* attached to a ship like this for a long time. Part of why it lingers in my mind is because there’s still that slight feeling of disappointment that they were so close to being explicitly canon on screen but homophobia got in the way, and yet they really are still canon in all but sharing a kiss and explicitly stating their mutual romantic intent. These two have checked off almost every box in regards to tropes because they went from strangers to friends to almost lovers to enemies to tentative allies back to friends with their mutual feelings being pretty transparent under the surface. There’s so much to play with in regards to story because you can have your pick of dynamics depending what season it’s set in and the creators in this fandom are next-level. They’re two people that are continuously ostracized from everyone around them and they consider each other their best friend, something neither of which has had before. They’re weird and pretty nasty people, but somehow are canonly so Soft™ when they’re around each other (unless they’re enemies and then helloooooo sexual tension). Both have said in so many words ‘I love you’ to the other and have been beaten, tortured, and thrown their lives on the line to protect the other. They’re stylish evil villains in love with an adorable height difference and their incredible chemistry really makes it impossible not to root for them.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Funny! They do have serious moments, but since they are both companions (and don’t have an *actual* side romance) they’re mostly there for humorous banter when you have them both around.

7. Out of all of the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

That is really hard. I feel like it might be a tie between both sets of Murder Husbands: Nygmobblepot and Hannigram.

8. Out of all of your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond?

Again, I think I might say Nygmobblepot and Hannigram.

9. How many times have you read/watched 8’s fandom?

Twice! I watched the show as it aired and then I rewatched it when my best friend was getting into it!

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

MakoHaru! They’ve been best friends since childhood <3

11. How many times, if ever, has 2 broken up? 

Damn all the painful questions keep coming for the doomed ships. So, Merlin and Morgana have never officially been together EVEN THOUGH THE WRITERS GAVE US THIS WHOLE THING ABOUT HOW THEY WERE EACH OTHER’S *DESTINY* AND DOOM and yadda yada. But while Merthur is the most popular ship in this fandom, I’ll always have a special place for Mergana because they  could have been something really special had the writers not made stupid decisions and had him not tell her about his magic. (this show in general makes me so bitter lmao) But they were really great friends in the beginning and him poisoning her would probably uhhh be the breakup and then it just got worse from there :(

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

Definitely 2 because they both have incredibly powerful magic. 

13. Did 5 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

They are in the early stages of their partnership ;) The game takes place over the course of 24 hours so they aren’t quite there yet, but I doubt they’d hide it once they did get together. 

14. Is 4 still together?

Yes they are!!! And I have all their graphic novels thus far to keep getting all of that good Korrasami content <3 

15. Is 3 canon?

Yes it is, in my world state at least. They broke up for about half a year after the events of the second game but have been together ever since and Hawke gets to talk about his bae when you meet him in the third game ^_^ 

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Uhhhhhhh there’s like 3 people in this list that are ‘the most powerful magical being in their universe’ so. It’d be down to Merlin/Morgana, Korra/Asami, and Lavellan/Solas. I feel like due to the fact that neither favor underhanded means typically, Korra/Asami would be out. But Merlin, Morgana, and Solas are real bastards so it might be down to raw power mixed with what sabotage is laid out. 

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 10’s ship?

Not really, everyone in universe kinda knows they’re a thing. 

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

This is like my fourth tie but it’s gonna be between Nygmobblepot and Mergana. Nygmobs because they’re meant for each and have said so. And I’m currently obsessed. Mergana because it was one of my very first ships and even if it still ended tragically, I’ll always mourn the boatloads of potential they had for some really intriguing stuff between the two of them and never touched any of it.

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 1’s tumblr page?

Thankfully I’ve calmed from when I first got into it but I generally have a daily check on here and AO3 <3 

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she´d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

Well since Mergana is DEFINITELY broken up forever, I’ll pick that one. 

This was SO FUN!!! Thank you so much again for tagging me!!! <3 <3 <3 Tagging @midnightanddiamonds​, @bisexualmoron​ @wicked-eyes-and-wicked-hearts​ @kessilover​ @jesscoot​ if you’d like to do it and anyone else who’d like to try!

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Toxic Relationships in Media

So rewatching bits and pieces of Magnum and MacGyver reboots, it’s...concerning, seeing what is being labelled and justified as affection or love. Like, I get that there are people out there who put high value on biological relations, and ‘they’re still your family’ even when the person is a colossal douche bag (and that’s being polite about it). But...given my own biological family situation, or my friends who foster children, I can’t believe there isn’t some point that is a limit of your tolerance. 

Maybe this is why I have such a problem with the reboot of Magnum to the point I feel the need to write an alternative...not season, but reasoning? behind Hannah’s motivation. 

So, canonically, she sells out her fiance and his three best friends to the Taliban to find the location of Iraqi gold so she can go back, steal it, buy back her dad who has been missing and held captive for an unspecified amount of years because he, too, was a disavowed CIA operative who is being held by bad guys, and then use the extra funds from said stolen gold to buy back Thomas, Rick, Nuzo, and TC from the Taliban. Her reasoning? To spare them from going to the brig if they helped her. Yep. That’s right. Because being brutally tortured for x amount of years (which she didn’t know how long it was gonna be at the time) and risking the very real danger of being executed or traded for more bad guys that are currently in places like Gitmo, is totally a better option than prison. Yeah, solid reasoning there. I’ve met people who were in the brig - they enjoyed it more than they did their sea service. Still got an honorable discharge. Like, it takes serious effort nowadays to get a dishonorable discharge. Like being a serial killer, inciting a war between two or more countries, or actively joining a terrorist cell. But somehow, all this - and the show sort of glosses over it, but you know they got issues - doesn’t make Thomas dislike her. Or distrust her. No, this was for love so that makes it okay, and as soon as she promises an explanation for why she betrayed them if he agrees not to call the cops and throw her in prison for treason (which is actually a capital punishment, so she would likely be executed), he throws all in with her. And I’m more than a little pissed that they even have Higgins weighing in on the issue, because she has no business being involved. And worse - she sides with Hannah and the justification that she sold out military troops to the enemy to get a lead on (not actually in exchange for anything concrete, just a location) gold that she would then have to steal later because she ‘had no other option’. Like...she couldn’t have sold out someone else? Literally anyone else? And why the hell is she even trying to buy her dad back from baddies anyway? She’s already shown perfectly willing to shoot, maim, and sell out someone she supposedly loves for money, so why not just go and blatantly murder the bad guys to get her dad back? Is she that shitty an operative? These people have contacted her, she’s already going rogue, and we’ve seen in Lenkov shows they’re perfectly willing to bend reality when it comes to information found on a computer (if she was trying to find Taliban in cave in the Hindu Kush, fine, there’s not a lot of computer activity there, but these are ex-CIA operatives gone bad - they have plenty of digital trail for someone to follow). She couldn’t have found where they were, and gotten her dad back on her own? And why are they giving her years to come up with the ransom? Plot holes aside, how does anyone justify resigning someone to torture, imprisonment, kidnapping, and shooting them off a moving vehicle at 60+mph as love? I mean, why are they even having the supposed other romantic interest for him to be trying to justify the actions of someone she’s never met before except right before Hannah shoots Thomas to get him off a truck in the middle of a highway? 

I don’t want Hannah back alive, I just want the story line brought back so they can discover that Hannah is in fact lying through her teeth, that wasn’t her father she was trying to save, it was an asset she needed, and the reason why she sold out the guys was because they were edging in on the fact that she was allied with the Taliban (which is totally a thing that real life CIA does) to pit them against other warlords/terrorist organizations and had gone rogue (which also happens in real life). 

Why is this shitty ass human being allowed a reason to be a psychopath and we’re calling it love? Hannibal Lector showed more concern for Will Graham than Hannah shows Magnum. 

And then in MacGyver - in the pilot, his girlfriend Nikki shoots him in the chest (kind of exactly where Hannah shoots Magnum), leaves him for dead, and is kind of an arch villain for the first season (details escape me because I don’t own it like I own Magnum), and her reasoning for doing it? Because she’s not a double agent like they thought, but a triple agent, working on dismantling a shadowy organization from the inside. 

Mac has been abandoned by pretty much everyone his whole life. His mother dies, his father disappears, his grandfather raises him and dies before the series ever begins, his mentor in the army dies in his place, the first girl he really likes - Zoe - dies in front of him on screen having sacrificed herself to save others, and now his best friend and pseudo father figure Jack got written off (separate real life matters involved in that)...kid’s got issues. 

However, the relationship with his father is the one I question, because we find out that his dad apparently just couldn’t handle the loss of his wife, and tries to say that he left Mac for Mac’s own good and for his safety, and Mac has a brilliant response - no, it wasn’t. It was for his dad’s own selfish reasons, because Mac lost his mom and then his dad vanishes - doesn’t die, just ups and vanishes without a trace for years. Is he dead? Is he captured? Is he just avoiding Mac? Who knows? Not some ten year old kid who just lost his mom. And Mac pushes further - if his dad really wanted him ‘safe’, he wouldn’t have steered him to the military, to being an EOD tech, to being an agent for Phoenix and DXS before that where his dad is the one choosing the missions for him, aka, putting him in harm’s way at every turn. And Mac walks out on him. GOOD FOR YOU, MAC. 

Buuuut...then we have season 3. Season 3, where apparently after a 3 minute heart to heart with Riley (who has her own daddy issues) about giving second chances to parents, Mac is suddenly onboard with trying to reconcile with his dad. Maybe it’s because other viewers didn’t want to watch another show where no one gets along with their parents, but really - there were better ways to handle it than Mac just accepting his dad back with relative ease. Admittedly, the third season also leaves off with Mac and Mac Senior on the outs again, but still. 

So as a public service announcement: just because you are related to someone doesn’t mean you owe them fuck all if they’re an emotionally or physically abusive twat waffle. Just because you once loved someone doesn’t mean they deserved it. No matter how good they think their reasons are, if you love someone, you could never hurt them like that. 

Now, accidentally hurting them because you didn’t see them standing there when you opened the door and whack them in the face....welll....gray area.