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ravenalla · 2 years ago
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Me after the season ends ultimately having left Din a secondary character in his show where his entire arc about self discovery and control over the darksaber was completely skipped over and his relationship with his son seemed to be an afterthought, but Din and Bo never kissed and Ahsoka didn’t show up.
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owleics-fr · 1 year ago
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hii hello! i saw your starfall accent and went absolutely insane, it's SO pretty i just wanna have it! is it for sale?? 🥺
everything ok if it's not, i just got really exited about it!! have a good day!
Hi I missed this sorry! And I'd love to but I won't be printing and selling it any time soon. I'm glad someone liked it though! :D
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caturnmoon · 3 months ago
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The sun 🌞 through the houses!
• Part 1 •
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• Sun in the 1st house •
The sun naturally finds its joy here in the house of Aries! The first house rules individuality and how you personally come off to others in this world and self. So with the sun in the 1st house you are someone that naturally has this radiance about them and is not, and I repeat, is not afraid to take up space! It’s giving main character energy for sure. You could have been an only child where the world literally revolved around you (like the sun) or you’re the favorite. The sun in the 1st house creates a natural born leader and others are easily inspired by you and look up to you. For better or worse, you influence the climate of any room and relationship. If not kept in check, this placement can point to some narcissistic qualities. At its best this placement inspires others to embrace their own light and fearlessly takes action in whatever it is they aim to achieve in life. They are blessed with a strong inner compass and drive to set out to achieve whatever it is that they want to. This could also indicate a natural talent and or interest in self-help and awareness platforms; you know who you are inside and out and like to help others discover this for themselves. What you see is what you definitely get with this placement. Especially if placed in signs like Leo, Aries, and Sagittarius.
• Sun in the 2nd house •
With the sun in the house of values both material and personal, you are someone who can naturally exude the qualities of a Taurus. Strong, authoritative, and sensual. Physical security means the world to you in this lifetime, and you have all of the tools in your arsenal to achieve just that. You could have an uncanny knack for investments and finances in general. You are meant to step into this role of security both material and emotionally. This placement to me just gets better with time and ages like fine wine if positively aspected especially. You will most likely be someone who aims for financial solidarity and independence and could be the breadwinner of your family and you take great pride in this too. Those with this placement are most likely to be very generous with their resources as well, giving to others that need their resources and help especially if positively aspected by planets like Jupiter, the moon or Venus. You have an eye for beauty and beautiful things and like to invest in art and the best luxury this world has to offer you. Style comes naturally to you and you could also find yourself interested in interior design or fashion if placed in signs like Taurus, Libra or even Pisces. People look up to you and respect you quite easily with this placement and you’ll naturally navigate positions of authority with ease and steadfastness.
• Sun in the 3rd house •
Mentally active and always on the move. This definitely marks someone with the sun in the house of Gemini! You will most likely be known as a jack of all trades and someone who is difficult to pin point doing just one career during their lives. Highly intelligent and with the propensity to mental restlessness, you need constant mental stimulation for that big bright brain of yours! You also thrive in areas of communication as well, as Gemini rules this. Blogging, networking, and writing may be some natural callings for you. You could travel quite a bit in your professional career especially shorter distance trips, and you also could’ve had a very active childhood too. Perhaps your parents sent you on many different summer camps or boarding schools growing up. Unless negatively aspected, you could have a very close bond with your siblings as well. You could also be someone who naturally enjoys learning and school and are insatiably curious, soaking up information like a sponge. Unless placed in more introverted signs, this placement normally highlights a very social extroverted person. Look to your Mercury in your chart as well with this placement, because the themes of that planet could be a larger portion/theme of your identity!
• Sun in the 4th house •
With the sun being in the house of the opposite luminary the moon, this could indicate a night time birth! You are naturally someone who is in tune with their inner world and incredibly private one at that. Emotional security is everything to you, as well as a safe space you can call home. Your childhood home environment (unless negatively aspected) could have been one full of love and cozy vibes. A safe haven you treasured coming home to after a long day of school and your mom has a lovely dinner awaiting you. Both parents had a huge impact on you but especially your mother or maternal figure. Maybe you were raised by your mother and she was a single parent. Matters of family and the domestic environment will be a big focus for you in this lifetime. You are most likely a homebody who enjoys being at home as much as possible. Perhaps working from home is a huge goal for you! This is also a placement that can show an interest in social work careers as well especially having to do with the domestic sphere. This placement also could show major inheritance as well, it makes me think of it being a trust fund baby placement if the rest of the chart supports this as well. Overall, you are highly motivated by personal, domestic and familial concerns. Look to your moon sign and where it’s placed in your chart as well, as it can highlight more concerning its influence in these matters!
• Sun in the 5th house •
All the world’s a stage!!! With the sun in the house of pleasure, hobbies, drama, children, and affairs this very much rings true for you. The 5th is a Leo house, and invoking your inner child is of the biggest importance for you and your outward expression in this lifetime! You could be known for how you shine in creative endeavors and bringing joy to literally any atmosphere. You feel the most fulfilled when authentically creating and expressing yourself; whether that be through painting, songwriting, acting, sports, or even raising children. You have a healthy sense of self and your ego is strong in its expression. The 5th house literally speaks to me as the house of joy and pleasure and so you find yourself always looking to experience these things in life. Just be careful to keep this in healthy balance with discipline as well, for it could indicate some hedonistic qualities too. A healthy aspect with Saturn could be a great balance with this placement to buffer this. This could also indicate a love for love and affairs could be a potential struggle here as well. Regardless of this, those with their sun in the 5th house have a huge heart and are in tune with their heart chakra naturally. You could also be known for your many talents as you’re someone who is blessed by the solar luminary and puts the spotlight on these qualities for you with ease. The sun is at home in this house of the lion. You’re the supreme ruler of your identity.
• Sun in the 6th house •
The sun in the house of Virgo is such a gentle and diligent placement. The sun infuses its warmth and energy into the house of service, health and routines and as such, you could be a natural healer! The sun here shines the spotlight on your daily routines, matters physical well-being, and services. Virgo is the natural healer of the zodiac and this could be an area of focus for you in this lifetime and what you’ll naturally evolve into being in one of these areas. Perhaps medicine is an area of interest or physical therapy and you love working with wellness routines. This placement also indicates someone who has a green thumb and has a natural knack for gardening! Small animals could bring you so much joy and healing as well, and you could love working with them as well. Such as a veterinarian, or volunteer in a shelter. Animals could love you and are naturally drawn to you. The sun highlights the best qualities (and lighter ones) of the 6th house. Like the 3rd house, this house is also ruled by Mercury. Mercury tends to fare really well in the solar luminary. You have a natural knack for details and are wonderful with matters that require meticulous study. The tiny details that others overlook you naturally comprehend with ease. You are also someone of a resilient nature as you have the ability to work through the petty issues and obstacles life may throw at you. Viewing them as another problem to be solved, you’re able to view things through a logical rational lens.
•Houses 7-12 coming soon•
Until next time! 👽🖖🏼
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atrophiedemotion · 4 months ago
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thinking about ivan's mirroring tendencies. about the way he had to teach himself emotion and behaviors and reactions for his own survival. ivan is unbelievably intelligent from a young age, he knows what he has to do to survive in a world like that and molds himself into a perfect example of it.
all of his odd somewhat nonanswers in interviews regarding himself that show that he has very little sense of identity and self. he wasn't popular, he had a lot of friends, he doesn't think he has many good traits, he was only asked out a couple of times (while we know till was given gifts for ivan often enough for it to become commonplace).
the way he says he studies brands before he does shoots for them so he can act accordingly. the same way he excels in school by beating the information into himself (and specifically mentions how to present yourself in a way that teachers will admire), the same way he corrects his behaviors as a child by completely constructing a persona that other people will like.
ivan is not himself the vast majority of the time. he is the perfect pet, the epitome of what the segyein want in a human, and it is solely for his own survival. he gets perks, too, like more freedom and less eyes on him. he isn't collared most of the time and even learns how to take them off and does so for till. ivan is a sponge, soaking up any and all information he can use to help himself progress in life, and using all of it to continuously mold and 'better' himself. but that version of himself is not really ivan, and i'm positive he's aware of that.
(this is also why i think he's so drawn to till, because he's his exact opposite and lives in a way ivan cannot even begin to fathom, but that's another post)
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unhinged-simp · 5 months ago
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First, I just want to thank you for all the good content you push out for TD, everything is so perfect it makes me so happy 😿. Just found your account and I’m already obsessed.
May I request some HC on how Haku, Lucas, Subaru, and Sho would react to an overly touchy mc who doesn’t really understand personal boundaries bc they’ve just always been used to touching ppl to express love. You don’t have to do all of them, just making some characters to pick and chose from. Thank you!
Lucas, Sho, Subaru, and Haku reacting to an overly touchy MC who does not understand personal boundaries(GN! Reader)
Thank you so much!!! You guys' support of me makes me happy! I'm glad you're enjoying it! Thank you for requesting as well. I formatted this in a different way! Sorry for the wait.
Spoiler for the Hotarubi Chapter(story under the cut)
Physical touch was how you showed love. The only problem was that you were overly touchy. You were always hugging, cuddling, and holding onto whoever you loved. You ended up loving one of the ghoul friends you made, and now you’re being extra clingy.
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When you became close with Luca, you automatically attached yourself onto him. You'd hug him when you got the chance, and lean on him if he was sitting down.
He tolerated it at first. After all, it made you happy, and he did love the affection.
It did become troublesome when all you wanted to do was touch him.
Eventually, Luca would confront you about it. When you told him it was how you show affection, he would understand but set some boundaries with you. 
He'd apologize after the conversation for being a bit harsh with you. He also gave you a kiss on the forehead. 
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Sho didn’t mind your touchyness at first, In fact he kinda liked it.
When it started to affect the things that he was doing was when it started to bother him.
He'd ask you to tone down the affection a bit, and that it had been affecting the stuff he needed to do.
He knows that your very touchy and he's not going to take that away from you.
He’d grin and give you a kiss on the head. Then you'd spend the rest of the night cuddling. 
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Subaru is extremely scared every time you get close. He knows how much you want to show your love to him, but he's scared of using his stigma.
There were plenty of times where he'd see your memories because you hugged him. He hates his stigma, he wants to hug you without seeing your thoughts
He'd feel bad whenever he sees one of your memories and he’d start telling some of his.
You shut him up and explained that you didn’t really care about what he'd see in your mind.
When you two finished going over what boundaries you wanted, Subaru would give you a hug.
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Haku, like Luca and Sho, wouldn't mind your affection. In fact, he would soak up any touch of yours like a sponge. 
You two don’t get to see each other as much due to Haku’s position. Which would lead to so many sleepy cuddles. 
He would be slightly annoyed whenever your hugs stop him from doing his duties. 
He’d just tell you how he's feeling, letting you know that now wasn’t the time. He'd also be clear about any boundaries he'd have. 
After his work, he would cuddle you a lot.
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tarotwithavi · 1 year ago
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| What mythical creature are you? | Pt 1
Pick a picture from below
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How to choose a pile?
Take a deep breath and gently close your eyes. Politely request your spirit guides to reveal the appropriate pile meant for you, then open your eyes. Whichever pile captures your attention is the one meant for you.
For entertainment purposes only
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| Pile 1 |
You're a person with dragon-like qualities. You've got a fierce spirit that never gives up, like a dragon protecting its territory. When you set your mind on something, it's like a blazing fire that fuels your determination. Just like a dragon's scales, you've developed a tough exterior that shields you from life's challenges. Your wisdom is as ancient as a dragon's, guiding you through tough choices with a keen sense of what's right. People are drawn to your magnetic presence and the way you carry yourself with authority. You're not afraid to stand up for what you believe in, just like a dragon defending its hoard. Just as dragons are attuned to their surroundings, you have a special connection with nature. You appreciate the beauty of the world around you and find strength in it. And like a dragon's fiery breath, your passion can inspire others and light up any room you walk into.
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| Pile 2 |
You're a fairy, spreading happiness wherever you go. Your smile lights up the room, just like a fairy's glowy aura. You have a kind heart that cares for all living things, like how fairies take care of nature. Your laughter is like magical pixie dust, making everyone around you feel lighter and happier. You have a playful spirit, just like fairies who love to dance in the moonlight. Your creativity is enchanting, and you have a way of turning ordinary things into something truly magical. Just as fairies are known for granting wishes, you have a knack for making dreams come true. Your words of encouragement and support are like little spells that lift people's spirits. Like fairies, you bring a sense of wonder and awe to the world, making everyday moments feel like extraordinary adventures. Your empathy and compassion make you a true friend, just like how fairies are always there to help and guide. You have a natural connection to the beauty around you, and you inspire others to appreciate the small wonders in life. In your own special way, you're a real-life fairy, sprinkling joy and positivity wherever you flutter.
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| Pile 3 |
You're like a vampire, of course not the scary kind, but the cool mysterious kind. You're super charming and people can't help but be drawn to your confident presence. You're a night owl, preferring the calm darkness when others sleep. Just like a vampire has those sharp teeth, you have a sharp mind that's always thinking and figuring things out. You're a bit like a detective, always noticing details that others might miss. Your fashion sense is on point, and you rock dark and elegant clothes that suit your unique style. You're careful with your words, choosing them wisely like a vampire chooses their prey. And just like vampires have a hypnotic gaze, your eyes have this captivating way of locking onto people and making them feel understood. But don't worry, you're not out to suck anyone's blood instead, you're someone who loves learning, soaking up knowledge like a sponge. You've got a taste for adventure, exploring new places and experiences like a vampire prowling their territory. So, keep being your awesome vampire-like self, embracing the mystery and allure that makes you stand out.
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| Pile 4 |
You are a person who has the qualities of a siren. Your voice is like magic, it captures attention and makes people want to listen to you. When you sing, it's like the sweetest melody that everyone can't help but be drawn to. Your beauty is enchanting, like a sparkling gem that shines in the sunlight. Just like a siren, you have a mysterious aura that makes people curious about you. Your presence is captivating, and you have a way of making others feel entranced by your charm. But beyond your captivating exterior, you also have a deep and sensitive soul. You understand emotions and can empathize with others, making them feel understood and cared for. In your interactions, you have the power to influence and persuade, just as a siren's song can lead sailors astray. Your words hold a certain allure that can guide people towards making decisions they might not have considered otherwise. You are a person of allure, beauty, and empathy, with a touch of enchantment that leaves a lasting impression on those lucky enough to encounter you.
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| Pile 5 |
You're like a friendly witch, casting kindness spells everywhere you go. Your smile is like a magical potion that brightens up even the gloomiest days. People are drawn to you like enchanted moths to a gentle flame, finding comfort in your soothing words and warm presence. Just like a wise witch, you have a knack for making things better. Whether it's brewing a cup of tea that feels like a cozy hug or offering advice that's like a magical recipe for solving problems, your wisdom is like a little sprinkle of fairy dust. But it's not just about magic, you're practical too. You can organize things like a potion master arranging their shelves. Your ability to mix creativity with knowledge is like creating powerful spells that make everyday life more enchanting. Like a witch who knows the secrets of the forest, you have a special bond with plants and animals. They seem to listen when you talk, just like magic creatures in a fairy tale.
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| Pile 6 |
You are like a phoenix, which is a special bird that has strong qualities. When tough times come your way, you don't give up easily. Instead, you find a way to start again, just like a phoenix that rises from its ashes. You spread warmth and comfort, similar to how a phoenix brings a fresh start. People like being with you because you bring positive energy, like the magical charm of a phoenix. Your colors shine brightly, just like the feathers of a phoenix. You make things beautiful and joyful wherever you go. Your smiles and laughter make everyone feel happy and full of spirit. You have the power to inspire and make others feel better, just like a phoenix's amazing flight. As you go through hard times, you show strength and courage. You turn problems into chances to grow, like a phoenix transforming itself. You remind everyone that even when things are tough, we can rise above them and become even stronger.
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GUYS I DID IT! I am really proud of myself as I did everything by myself, yes I made the moodboards or whatever they are called 😭
I worked really hard on this one, please don't let it flop 😭
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the-scarlet-witch-22 · 10 months ago
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Love and Liabilities: Chapter Two (Agatha Harkness/Fem!Reader)
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Summary: The weekend before your last year of law schools begins, you celebrate the end of your summer associate position, where you meet an intriguing woman at the bar.
Word Count: 6.6k
Tags: 18+ Minors Do Not Engage!! Smut, dirty talk, light degradation kink
A/N: Hello! I’ll be in rehearsals this weekend so I’m updating a few days early. This chapter, as well as the next few, will be set in the past and marked accordingly. Thank you so much to everyone who read chapter one, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! If you’d like to be added to the tag-list let me know. As always, I hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think. 🩵
Tag-List: @aggieslittleslut @gilmorelivie @ris-ris-mind @sabstance-blog
Ten Years Prior
There was something so enticing about law school. Every attorney you ever met would warn you not to pursue law. It was their biggest regret, they would bemoan, and share horror stories of mountain high piles of readings and difficult exams that would slowly weed out the unworthy. The hundreds of thousands of dollars you would invest that wouldn’t guarantee you to pass the ever dreaded Bar Exam. The world of law was much like a game of cat and mouse; with the law student being the meek mouse and the demanding law professors and your fellow students as the prowling cats. Despite the many, many, many warnings, you ignored them.
You were the first person in your family to decide you wanted to be an attorney, so you were shocked to learn the vast majority of your classmates already had major ins to some of the top law firms in the country. It didn’t seem to matter that you received a top LSAT score, or that you were also accepted into one of the top law schools in the country, just like them. None of that mattered, you were already hundreds of steps behind everyone else. So, you conditioned yourself to work even harder. Endless hours of studying in the library, attending every office hour your professors would offer, taking any opportunity you could to network with any attorney who would reply to you on LinkedIn.
There was an even more alluring pull for you to get into corporate law, or “Big Law.” It wasn’t just the temptingly sky-high salary, or the perks that came with working for a major firm, it was the reputation. The attorneys who worked in corporate law were practically guaranteed a job in whatever other field or firm they wanted to move to next, due to the prestigious reputation they’d previously acquired. Unfortunately, you were competing against the majority of your classmates, most of whom had those direct family connections. Your ambition would always get the better of you, as it merely made you work even harder.
Eventually it paid off, as you received a summer associate position at the end of your second year at the top corporate law firm in Manhattan, Stark & Strange. You spent your summer working alongside some of the more powerful attorneys in the industry, and received paychecks that were larger than anything you had ever seen prior. The firm paid for an Uber Black to take you to and from your shoebox law school apartment, and even gave you a free gym membership. Practically every meal was comped, as you were wined and dined at restaurants where the bill cost more than your rent. It was a foreign world to you, the grueling hours made up for by designer handbags and any luxury you never dreamed of being able to afford, especially not on a summer associate’s salary.
You made a point to stay as late as they needed, and always volunteered to assist various attorneys with whatever work they needed done. Most of it was grunt work, like looking over a contract for typos, or printing hundreds of documents, but you soaked everything up like a sponge. Despite the many hours you spent at the firm, you hardly ever saw the men whose names were on the building, Tony Stark and Stephen Strange. But, you were making good connections with a few of the other attorneys.
Maria Hill, one of the senior attorneys, usually requested for you to assist her on projects. She was only slightly terrifying, and practically ran the firm like the Navy. But, she was extremely knowledgeable and always made a point to introduce you to anyone she deemed important enough. Towards the end of the summer you were working on a tedious editing assignment from one of the junior attorneys, when Maria sent you an email to stop by her office before the end of the day. This wasn’t entirely unusual, as she sometimes wanted your help with a last minute deal, and she would almost always DoorDash whatever meal you wanted if you stayed long enough.
Once you finally finished your assignment, you packed up your belongings and made your way to the top floor where Maria’s office was located. Stark & Strange was a towering skyscraper in the center of Manhattan. Even though you were in a smaller office with a few of the other summer associates, you still had a breathtaking view of the skyline. Many called the design a waste of time and money, but those people clearly never met Tony Stark. No expense was spared when designing the project, and Maria told you it took over a decade to complete. But, when you’re a multimillionaire attorney, money was but a mere object. The hallways were becoming more familiar as the weeks passed, and it was a bittersweet feeling when you remembered your time was almost up.
The door to Maria’s office was slightly ajar, but you still knocked and waited for her curt response for you to enter. She was sitting at her desk, her dark hair pulled back in a tight bun, glasses hanging low on her face as she appeared to be typing. Her office was one of your favorites, it was so open and had a comfortable atmosphere. She had a variety of plants placed throughout the room, and you figured she must have a green thumb, but her paralegal once quietly shared how Maria often committed one of the worst sins of gardening…overwatering. You awkwardly stood near the doorway, contemplating if you should come back when she appeared to be less busy.
As if she sensed your hesitation, she gently shut her laptop, and placed her glasses on the desk, looking up at you. “Sorry about that, Stephen needed a contract updated before tonight.” She motioned to an empty chair. “Come, sit.”
Taking a seat, you nervously folded your hands across your lap, setting your bag on the ground next to your feet. “So, you wanted to see me?”
“I did,” Maria confirmed, giving you a curious glance. “Your last day is tomorrow, right?”
You nodded, and felt a twinge of sadness at the thought. “My first day of classes is next Monday.”
Maria hummed, a thoughtful appearance on her face. “This is your last year of school?”
“Yes ma’am,” You replied, unsure of why she was asking you this.
“Tony and Stephen like to take out a select group of the summer associates every year for celebratory drinks,” Maria explained, and you swore you saw her roll her eyes ever so slightly before adding, “It’s mostly an excuse for Tony to brag more about the firm, but the drinks are free, and strong.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, you didn’t realize they were having another dinner. “Oh, well that sounds nice.”
Maria nodded before continuing talking. “They usually ask the senior attorneys to each invite one of the summer associates, and my pick was you.”
You felt your eyes widen, she picked you? Shaking your nerves aside, you gave her a wide smile. “Thank you so much, Ms. Hill. I’m honored.”
“It’s my pleasure,” Maria insisted, standing up and motioning for you to join her. “I know I’ve asked a lot of you this summer, but you rose to the challenge.”
Lightly blushing, you waited for her to grab her briefcase before you followed her out of the office. “I didn’t mind, I actually really enjoyed all of it.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Maria said, and she seemed sincere. “I believe Tony made the reservation for eight o’clock, but I’ll send you the details in the morning. Thank you again, I’ve appreciated your help.”
The elevator doors opened and you bid her farewell, as she went down the hallway to see if her wife was still working or was wrapping up. You could hardly believe it, sure you were sad that your summer was just about up, but you were one of the few associates selected for a special night out with all of the top attorneys and partners. A few of your classmates told you the partners would occasionally extend job offers to the top performing summer associates for when they graduated and passed The Bar, but you knew there was a slim chance of that happening to you.
Your last day flew by. You weren’t assigned much actual “work”, instead you spent most of the day chatting with the other summer associates and a few of the junior attorneys. Before you knew it, you were signing out for the last time, and handing in your key card and laptop on your way out. Maria had her paralegal forward you all the details, the bar they selected was yet another establishment you normally wouldn’t be able to afford, The Raines Law Room at The William Hotel. One of your roommates went there once with her parents, and gushed about how pretty and unique the space was, so you were excited to see it for yourself. The firm had allotted you one more Uber on their card, and you fully intended to use it.
The drive was surprisingly short, as traffic was relatively light for a Friday night. You sent your roommates a text reminding them that you’d be out late, before focusing your attention out the window. It had almost been three years since you moved to New York for law school, against your parents wishes, and you were still in awe of it. Yes, it was filthy, and there were rats and cockroaches galore, but every major city was dirty. New York was full of history and culture; there were thousands of places to explore, and millions of other people who were trying to find where they fit into this beautiful, messy story. You couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
You arrived at the bar just before eight, you had a habit of needing to be early for every social function you attended. The Raines Law Room was everything your roommate described, and even more so in person. It wasn’t the usual type of bar you’d go to, and it was broken up into multiple rooms with the actual bar in the center of it all. Many of the rooms were furnished with bookcases and cozy, expensive furniture that reminded you of a library. It didn’t take you long to find your group, as Tony had apparently rented one of the private rooms. There were only around twenty people in attendance, Maria wasn’t kidding when she told you it would be a small gathering. You recognized two of the other associates who had been invited, Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova, and you gave them a friendly wave.
Maria was in the corner of the room, sitting on one of the couches with her wife, Natasha Romanov. You’d only briefly encountered the redhead, as she did a lot of international travel for the firm. They were speaking with Tony Stark, the latter who appeared to be at the end of telling a very animated story. Maria noticed you lingering, and waved you over once Tony finished talking. You awkwardly made your way over, trying not to trip in the process; you’d always been terribly clumsy. There was an empty spot next to Maria, so you took a seat.
“I’m glad you could make it,” Maria warmly greeted you. “Do you remember my wife, Natasha?”
“Of course, it’s great to see you again,” You said to the woman sitting on the other side of Maria.
Natasha offered you a small smile, wrapping her arm around Maria’s shoulder. “Maria’s been telling me all summer how much of a help you’ve been, and believe me, she doesn’t praise just anyone.”
Maria nudged Natasha’s shoulder. “That’s not true, I just have high expectations, unlike someone.”
Natasha playfully rolled her eyes. “Right, of course dear.” She turned to Tony, who was scrolling through his phone. “Have you met Maria’s young mentee, Stark?”
He looked up at the mention of his name, and his eyes landed on you. “Oh right, I remember you. Maria’s been raving about you for the past few months, and Natasha’s right, that’s a pretty rare occurrence for her.”
Maria glared at him, clearly unamused. “Funny as always, Tony.”
Sticking out his hand, you took it and gave it a firm shake. “Thank you so much for the opportunity this summer, Mr. Stark. I’ve learned so much.”
Tony waved his hand in dismissal. “Don’t mention it. Have you met my other platonic, legal half? He’s probably lurking around here somewhere.”
“Most likely avoiding you,” Natasha quipped to Tony, her eyes scanning the room. “Looks like he’s over by my sister.”
Her sister? You turned your head to look around the room, until you saw Stephen lightly conversing with Yelena. You didn’t realize she was Natasha’s sister, and Natasha seemed to note your confusion.
“Yelena doesn’t like people to know we’re related,” Natasha explained, her tone more gentle as her eyes were locked on her sister. “She thinks people will say she only got the position because I work here.”
“Well she’s not entirely wrong,” Tony offered, ignoring the glare Natasha gave him, before wildly waving his arms to get Stephen’s attention. It didn’t take long for Stephen to notice, and you watched him frown.
“Did you need something, Tony?” Stephen questioned, annoyance clear by his tone.
“Well you keep lecturing me on not offering the summer associates jobs without you being present,” Tony pointed out, “God forbid I have any fun.”
“I only told you that because you once tried to convince half of them they could only have the job if they signed a contract saying they could only refer to you as their Overlord,” Stephen pointed out, and Natasha briefly snickered before Maria shot her a disapproving look.
“It was a joke!” Tony exclaimed, pointing at you. “Back me up here, if I told you that, you would know I was joking, right?”
“Um…” You trailed off, your brain replaying what he had just said to Stephen about jobs. “I’d probably have to read the contract first.”
Tony sighed, “The world isn’t what it used to be. Fine then, Strange, you’re up.”
Stephen sat down next to Tony, and just like the latter did, he stuck his hand out for you to shake. “It’s nice to formally meet you. Maria’s kept us up to date on all the work you’ve been completing. How have you enjoyed your summer at the firm?”
“It’s been the most wonderful opportunity,” You raved, wondering if this conversation was heading where you desperately hoped it was. “I’m so grateful for everything I’ve learned.”
Stephen nodded, “We’re always happy to see our summer associates take the opportunity to use all of the resources we have available. Now, at the end of every summer, we like to ask our senior attorneys if they would like to refer anyone for a job. Maria, as well as a handful of others, all recommended you.”
Your brain short circuited, not quite believing what you were hearing. “You’re offering me a job?”
“We’d like to invite you to join the firm as a junior associate once you’ve graduated and passed The Bar,” Stephen continued, and you felt faint. “It’s a written offer that we can send to you on Monday morning.”
“That you’ll have one of the paralegals email out on Monday morning,” Tony corrected him before looking back to you. “What do you say? Do you want to join the greatest firm in the city? The salary is competitive, of course. Full benefits and all.”
Natasha snickered again, only this time Maria didn’t try to stop her, and you remembered how Maria mentioned Tony liked to take this time to brag. There were so many emotions swirling around in your head, but you were mostly in shock.
Stephen seemed to notice you were overwhelmed. “You can take the weekend to think it over, and take a look at the offer on Monday. I’m sure this is a lot to take in all at once.”
You nodded, grateful for that. “Thank you so much, Mr. Strange, Mr. Stark. I’m so thankful for the opportunity.”
“We’ll talk on Monday,” Tony reiterated, standing up, and practically dragged Stephen with him. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you so much,” You acknowledged Maria, who had been quietly conversing with Natasha. “I honestly can’t believe this is really happening.”
“You deserve it,” Maria insisted, relaxing ever so slightly against Natasha. “Congratulations, and I hope we’ll be working together again next summer.”
“You’re getting soft in your old age,” Natasha lightly teased her wife, giving you a wink. “Congratulations, and good luck on your final year of school.”
You thanked them both for a final time, before letting them have some privacy. There were still so many thoughts rushing through your brain, and the room was so bright and so loud, you needed to clear your head. As you started walking out of the room, you entered the main bar and decided that you didn’t need to clear your head, you needed a drink. The bar was fairly quiet, with a few patrons scattered throughout the room. You made your way to an empty stool, and waited for the bartender to finish making a drink before you ordered a vodka tonic.
There was hardly anyone else sitting at the bar, except for a woman a few stools down from you. She had dark brown hair, tucked behind her ears, and she was sipping on a glass of some variety of red wine. From a quick glance, you could see she was reading something on her phone, and you watched the frown lines on her forehead deepen every so often as she continued to scroll. The bartender came back with your drink, and you thanked him before taking a small sip.
“Come here often?” An unfamiliar voice asked, and you curiously turned your head to find the woman a few stools down was now staring at you.
“I beg your pardon?” You replied in confusion, wondering if she was talking to you.
The woman arched an eyebrow at you, and you felt your cheeks flush under her heated gaze. She stayed in her seat, but her eyes remained locked on yours. “Some people would call that a pick up line, but not you apparently.”
“Do you often hit on strangers in a bar?” You questioned, watching her take a sip of her wine.
“Well if you came and sat next to me, you wouldn’t be much of a stranger,” The woman countered, and patted the bar stool next to her.
This was crazy, you reasoned with yourself. This woman could be a lunatic, or a serial killer. But she was looking at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher, and her eyes were so blue that you could feel yourself slowly getting lost in them. Before you fully realized what you were doing, you scooted over until you were sitting next to her. Her red lips turned up in a smirk, and she shut her phone off, placing it in her bag. There was something so intriguing about her, but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
“So what brings a pretty little thing like yourself here on a Friday night?” She asked curiously, her eyes hungrily searching yours, and you could feel your cheeks begin to darken at her words. You weren’t used to anyone looking at you the way she was.
“Um, I’m here for a work event,” You said quietly, unsure of how much information you were willing to share with a stranger. “An internship event, rather. What about you?”
The woman nodded, taking another sip of wine. “Mmm, this and that. I’m staying at The William for a few nights while my place gets redecorated,” There was a sparkling glint in her eyes as she added, “And there’s a rather spectacular view of the city from my room.”
The color deepened in your cheeks, and you chose to take a rather large sip of your drink. “Oh, that’s…interesting.”
“Isn’t it though,” The woman agreed, and you watched her fingers lightly twirl around the glass in her hand. “I never got your name, darling.”
“You didn’t ask,” You pointed out, and she smirked at you.
“Feisty thing, aren’t you?” She guessed, gracefully scooting her stool closer to yours, looking at you expectantly.
There was something so addictive about the way she was staring at you, and it made you lower your guard as you told her your name. She let out another low hum, and repeated it back to you, saying it nice and slowly, drawing out each syllable. At this point, she was close enough that you could smell her perfume. The rich notes of vanilla and lavender swirled together through your senses, and you felt yourself becoming more and more distracted. Taking another large sip of your drink, you realized it was nearly empty. The woman also seemed to notice, as she waved the bartender over.
“What are you drinking, dear?” She asked, her voice sweet like honey.
“A vodka tonic,” You replied, and she slid your empty glass towards the bartender.
“Another one of those, please, as well as a Pinot Noir. Put her drinks on my tab,” She instructed the bartender, ignoring your protest that you could pay for your own drinks.
“Don’t be silly,” She gently chided you, one of her hands moving up to brush your hair out of your face. “You have gorgeous eyes, has anyone ever told you that?”
Every compliment was leaving you more flustered than the last, and you had no idea how she was having this strong of an effect on you. It was the alcohol, your brain reasoned, that had to be it. “No, not really,” You replied, your voice growing more timid.
The woman let out a disapproving tsk, her fingers lingering on your face before slowly pulling away. “Disappointing, but not surprising.”
The bartender returned at that moment with your drinks, and you mumbled a quiet thank you, hoping this would give you some liquid courage. You realized at that moment she never told you her name.
Clearing your throat, you did your best not to sound as intimated as you were. She was this beautiful, sort of menacing, and slightly strange woman. You didn’t want to humiliate yourself. “You know, for someone who hounded me for my name, it’s a little odd you never told me yours.”
The woman smirked again, and you thought you saw her lick her lips. “You never asked, dear,” she pointed out, and her fingers reached out to lightly brush yours. “I’m Agnes.”
Her touch, light as it was, felt like a shock of electricity coursing through your system. You kept waiting for her to let go of your hand, but instead she gently turned it so your palm was visible, and began tracing patterns on it as she sipped her wine.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Agnes,” You said, your courage slowly disappearing, and you weren’t sure what it was that you wanted from her, you just knew you didn’t want her to stop touching you.
Agnes laughed, the rich sound ringing deliciously in your ears. “Believe me, honey, the pleasure is all mine.”
The hand stroking your palm began to make its way up your arm, and you were embarrassed by the goosebumps you felt by having her hands on you. Agnes also seemed to notice this reaction, and she was looking as if she wanted to eat you alive. She leaned in closer to you, her breath hot on your ear as she whispered, “I don’t normally do this, but I’d love to continue this discussion in my hotel room. Would you care to join me?”
It would seem tonight was just full of surprises. Her face was so close to yours, and your brain was still actively short circuiting. You’d barely spent any time with this woman, and you only knew her first name, but it didn’t matter. It was clear what this was, a one night stand. This didn’t have to mean anything, and you were riding a high from your job offer; you didn’t want it to mean anything. All you knew was that her breath was hot in your ear, and her fingers were lightly gripping your arm, and you wanted more. No, you needed more. You needed her.
Fearing you wouldn’t be able to produce any actual words, you wordlessly nodded in agreement. Agnes proceeded to close out her tab, and you made a quick note of the Black AmEx card the bartender returned to her. She guided you out of the room, her hand grazing your lower back. You felt like you were floating, and the only thing grounding you to reality was the feel of her fingers stroking your back, slowly moving lower with every step you took.
Upon reaching the elevators, Agnes waited for you to enter before following, and pressed the button for her floor. As soon as the doors closed, it was as if a switch went off. Her hands were all over you, and within a moment you were against the wall of the elevator. While her right hand stayed pressed against your back, moving down to grab at your ass, her left moved up to gently cup your cheek, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes began to darken with arousal, and before you could even process what was happening she kissed you.
You’d been kissed before, and you thought you knew how good it could be, but that was nothing compared to the feel of her lips against yours. She kissed you with fervor, like a woman starving and you were her salvation. Her lips were so soft and smooth against your own, it was addictive. As she lightly slapped your ass, bringing you impossibly closer to her, you let out a moan and she took that opportunity to slip her tongue between your lips. She tasted faintly of Pinot Noir, and you eagerly allowed her to dominate your mouth. Her hips jutted against yours, creating just enough friction for you to imagine how much better it would feel to have more.
The elevator dinged, signaling you were at her floor, and she reluctantly broke your kiss. You let out a quiet whine and Agnes chuckled, leaning in to whisper, “Patience, honey. My room is right down the hallway.”
She nearly had to drag you along, as your legs were starting to shake, and the walk to her room seemed endless. When you finally reached it, she hurriedly tapped her keycard to unlock the door. Yanking you inside, she slammed your back against the door, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Wasting no time, she began messing with the clasp of your dress, and as it became undone she helped you out of it, leaving you in your bra and panties. The older woman let out a low growl, and pulled you flush against her. Moving you towards the bed, she nearly tore your bra and panties off in the process, before laying you flat on your back.
She straddled your hips, and when you attempted to move your hands up to her waist she swatted them back down. “Be a good girl and behave,” Agnes warned lightly. “I’d hate to have to restrain you.”
You couldn’t stop the moan that left your lips at that threat. Agnes smirked again, taking her shirt off and tossing it across the room, revealing a lacy dark purple bra. She leaned down and kissed you again, lightly biting your lower lip, causing you to groan into her mouth. It felt like she was all around you, but you needed more. You always prided yourself on your patience, but you were quickly losing it. Her lips left yours to trail down your jaw and the side of your neck, stopping near your collarbone. She began to leave hot, wet kisses along it, before biting down on the flesh at the base of your neck and sucking.
“Fuck,” You cried out at the sensation, and you heard her let out a low hum in response, keeping up her ministrations.
She left dozens of marks on you, and you were too lost in the haze of how good she felt to remember you were starting classes in two days. Her hands were relentless, moving all over your body. As her lips began to alternate attention between your breasts, her right hand moved between your thighs, and you both moaned as she felt how wet you were.
“Is all this for me, baby?” She murmured, raising her head up to yours, using two fingers to lightly tease your aching pussy. “What a pretty girl, dripping for me.”
Moaning, you arched your hips up, she was so close and you needed her fingers inside, filling you. “Please, Agnes.”
Letting out a low tutting noise, she pulled her fingers back. You whined, louder this time, and her responding grin sent a shiver down your spine. “Please what, honey? Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me,” You begged, desperate to feel her fingers on you again. “Please, fuck me.”
“Good girl,” Agnes praised you, roughly thrusting two fingers inside you, going deeper than you normally could on your own.
Her fingers were so long, and so good, as she set a fast pace, twisting and hitting all of the sweet spots in you. You could barely breathe, all you could focus on was how good it felt to have her fucking you. Her thumb rubbed gentle circles on your clit, and the added stimulation made you cry out. You were soaked, the movement of her fingers taking you created an obscenely filthy sound that filled the room. It didn’t take long until you felt a familiar unraveling, signaling you were close to orgasming.
“Such a good little whore, you’re taking me so well,” Agnes cooed and you felt yourself clench at her words. “Do you like this? Do you like having me fuck your tight little cunt?”
“Oh my fucking-” You cried out, but were cut off as she chose that moment to add a third finger, expertly curling them and bringing you that much closer to your release.
“That’s it, slut,” Agnes growled, fucking you even harder. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good around my fingers.”
“Agnes, please,” You whined, needing to feel yourself come undone. “Please I need…”
Agnes smirked, not relenting in her efforts, and began to leave kisses around the edge of your mouth. “What do you need, baby? Use your words for me.”
“Need to come, please. I need to come,” You babbled, as she took you higher and higher with every thrust of her fingers, and your words caused the older woman to groan.
“Come on my fingers, sweetheart,” Agnes ordered, and you felt yourself lose focus as the pleasure overcame you.
It was mind numbingly good, and you barely recognized the scream that left your throat. All you could feel were her fingers inside you, gently coaxing you through your orgasm. Her fingers slowly stilled, and you felt yourself pulse around them as her thumb gently eased off your clit. Pressing a sweet, slow kiss against your lips, Agnes pulled her fingers out, causing you to whine at how empty you felt.
“You took me so well,” Agnes purred, and you felt yourself drip even more at her words. “Such a slutty little pussy, you can’t even form complete sentences when I’m fucking you.”
You groaned, the filth spewing out of her mouth was a major turn on for you. “It’s not my fault you’re turning my brain into mush.”
Agnes fake pouted at you. “Oh, poor baby,” She mocked, pressing her hips against yours. “It’s a good thing you don’t need to use that little brain while I’m fucking you.”
“Want to taste you,” You moaned out, the idea just popping into your head. “Please.”
“Oh? You want to eat me out, baby?” Agnes questioned, her eyes growing darker yet still from arousal. “Do you want me to ride that pretty little face?”
“Fuck yes,” You begged, causing Agnes to chuckle before taking off her pants and panties, and moving you closer to the headboard before she straddled your face.
You could smell her; the scent was musky and sweet and you were salivating, sticking your tongue out in anticipation. Agnes rested one hand on the headboard and the other in your hair, slowly lowering herself onto your mouth. You wasted no time, licking and sucking, tasting her arousal. The guttural moan she let out spurred you on, eager to please her. She tasted so fucking good, and your tongue lapped up as much of her as you could. Her fingers tightened in your hair as she began to rock against your face, and you moaned against her as she roughly tugged.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl, baby,” Agnes panted as she moved her hips faster. “You’re doing so well. Such a good job. Suck on my clit.”
Ever hoping to please her, you switched to swirling your tongue around her clit before sucking, hard. The moan she let out, louder than before, was entrancing. Her fingers kept your head in place as she rode your face, and you could sense her getting closer to the edge. Your tongue teased her entrance, slowly pushing inside and Agnes let out a loud hiss, encouraging you to go deeper.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck,” Agnes began to grind down, getting closer with every thrust of your tongue. “Such a sweet fucking mouth. Do you want me to come all over that pretty face?”
Nodding against her, you sucked and licked, thoroughly enjoying being used by her. It wasn’t long before she began to shudder, hips thrusting even harder against your face as she let herself go. She tugged on your head as she lost herself in the throes of pleasure, and you never saw something quite so beautiful. Her eyes were closed, head back as she let out several loud grunts, the sound causing you to twitch. You moaned at the taste of her cum, eager to get as much as you could. Her hips slowly stopped, and she gave herself a moment before lifting herself off of you, collapsing on the bed. She immediately pulled you closer, wrapping her arms around you. Her body was flush against yours, and you relished at the feeling of her tits pressed against your back. She was so soft, and so warm; every part of her felt like heaven to you.
She began to nuzzle your neck, pressing gentle kisses against your skin. “Fuck that was so good. Thank you, honey.”
“It was my pleasure,” You drawled out, growing more tired with every word you spoke, slowly feeling yourself drift off.
Agnes murmured something to you, but you were too far gone to hear what she said. The last thing you remembered was the feel of her body curled up around you as you finally passed out from exhaustion. You weren’t sure how long you slept, for when you finally woke up the room was filled with bright sunlight, causing you to wince. It didn’t take you long to realize you were alone, and the already large bed felt ten sizes too big. A part of you wondered if Agnes was in the bathroom, but when you eventually made it out of bed you realized she was gone. The room was completely empty, save for you and your clothes from last night.
You weren’t entirely sure what you had expected, it was a one night stand after all. But, you had assumed she would at least still be there in the morning when you woke up. Shaking those thoughts aside, you rushed to pick up your clothes and get dressed. As you were putting on your clothes, you noticed a small folded up note with your name on it on the bedside table. You slipped your heels back on before grabbing it, and was slightly disappointed to see how short it was.
Thanks again for a great night. -A
Well, at least she left you something. You crumpled the note and stuck it in your purse, leaving the room without a second thought. The next two days were spent in a daze, trying to get everything ready for the start of classes. Your roommates were thrilled to hear about your job offer, and even more intrigued to hear of your night out with an older woman. You kept the details to a minimum, as you always kept those things more private, but they enjoyed it nonetheless. By the time Sunday night rolled around you were absolutely spent. You had just finished marking up your planner for the next few weeks with your class schedule, and double checked the time for your first class as you set your alarm for bed before finally drifting to sleep.
Unfortunately, the exhaustion from the last few days made you sleep through your alarms, which almost never happened. But, after hearing your alarms go off one after another, one of your roommates came to check on you, the knocking on your door sent you shooting out of bed. You rushed through the apartment, throwing your laptop and books in your bag. As you were getting dressed, your eyes landed on the hickeys all over your neck, and you groaned. Great. Despite it still being summer, and extremely hot in the city, you wore a lightweight turtleneck. The lecture halls and library were usually freezing, so this wouldn’t seem too out of place to anyone.
Luckily your apartment was only a few blocks away from campus, and it never took you more than ten minutes to get there. You kept obsessively checking your watch, hoping to make it to your first class in time. Finally, you reached the correct building, and pulled up the class schedule on your phone to check which room you were in. Whipping around the corner, you spotted the door at the far end of the hallway. With one minute to go, you passed other students and professors, not a thought in your mind besides making it through those doors. Reaching the lecture hall, you opened the doors and went inside.The hall was relatively full, and as you searched for an empty seat you heard your professor begin to speak.
“Welcome to Ethics and Professional Responsibility in Criminal Practice.”
Wait a second, you knew that voice. How did you know that voice? You looked up, finding the last person you ever expected to run into, and you almost fell out of your chair. Standing there on the floor of the lecture hall was a strikingly familiar woman. It was the same woman from the other night, Agnes. Her messy dark brown hair was pulled back into an updo, and she wore an expensive looking black pantsuit. She was pulling up a slideshow on the laptop, so her back was turned, but it was her. You knew it was her. The strange thing was you didn’t remember reading her first name on the syllabus that had been sent out a few weeks prior.
After she finished projecting the slideshow, she turned her focus to the crowded lecture hall. “For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Agatha Harkness,” Her eyes scanned the room, until they eventually landed on you, and you watched her freeze, before quickly regaining her composure. “And I’ll be your professor for the semester.”
Fuck.
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Mrs. Fell (Smut)
Summary: you've been living with Hannibal in Florence under the identity of Mrs. Fell. Although you missed Will dearly, the energy between the psychiatrist and you begin to unfold in different — and intriguing — paths.
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x reader, Will Graham x reader (mentioned)
Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence and, obviously, sex. 
English is not my first language, if you see any mistake, let me know!
Word Count: 2280
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You jolted upwards on your bed, sweat soaking the silk linens and the black nightgown you wore.
Another nightmare. They were becoming quite common these days. 
You sighed, allowing your body to lie back down, the mattress springs squeaking annoyingly. With unnecessary roughness, you covered your mouth with your hand, trying to suppress your hopeless cries so they wouldn't wake Hannibal up. Even though he was in another room, the walls had ears. You knew he would hear you somehow. He always did. 
You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. God, how you missed Will. His touch and soft voice would be exactly what you needed to soothe you, his words of assurance guaranteeing you everything was alright and nothing would harm you, for he wouldn't allow it. 
But things ended up slipping out of his control, didn't they? You weren't with him anymore, under his golden protection. You were with Hannibal Lecter in a fancy house in Florence, Italy. Being held hostage, as much as he would disagree. Kept as a pet, an amusement. A consolation prize. Spoils of war. 
Without your control, your mind spiralled to the night Hannibal took you as advantage in his escape, disembowelling Will cowardly and threatening to kill him if you wouldn't come with him. His last fraction of torture, you remember thinking to yourself while you both rode the motorcycle under those heavy drops of rain that washed all your tears away.
You also remembered how kindly he wiped your tears without saying a word, for he knew nothing he would say would be enough. You were in that position because of him, after all. You had begged him to let you stay, to talk to Will, but he wouldn't have none of it. The flight to Italy was bittersweet, since you had never flown before, the sky being ignorantly astonishing to your pain. 
You still felt the ghost of Will's bloodied kiss before you left him. His breathless sobs still echoed in your ears, clenching your heart painfully. You never were religious, but you remember praying he would survive the wound, so you could be reunited again and forget all about the goddamn FBI, Jack Crawford and Hannibal Lecter. 
You both could live in a small cottage by the sea, fish, swim and sail all day long, raise a few babies of your own. Little boys and girls with dark hair and y/e/c eyes running around the beach, laughing joyfully with nothing to worry about. 
That reality seemed distant, however, at least at the moment. You would linger in the shadows of Lydia Fell, your new identity, until it was safe enough to come to light again.
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Time travelled fast while you pretended to be the wife of the renowned Dr. Fell. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and you could feel the energy between you and Hannibal shift mysteriously. It was surprisingly easy to be Mrs. Fell, attending to parties, little soirees vanity allowed Hannibal to arrange. He would pamper you with pretty dresses, fancy food and barbiturates, making days easier to endure, afternoons fun and evenings interesting, filled with culture and knowledge you never got tired of soaking like a sponge. Whenever the memory of Will became too unbearable, you would pop a pill and drink a glass of Bâtard-Montrachet, dancing to old elegant tunes; your head feeling hazy and heavy until you finally gave up and went to bed. 
His bed, after a while. It was more convenient to pretend integrally to be Mrs. Fell. It wasn't so bad, after all, you hated sleeping all alone. Hannibal's presence made you feel safer, and he was ever most respectful towards you. It didn't take long for you to realize the longing stare to his hands when he cooked, or the way his back flexed when he sliced something thick. Started as innocent glances; until you finally acknowledged the lust rising at the bottom of your abdomen with the silliest of things, like when he played the piano, or talked about the paintings and sculptures of the house you were both staying in. 
You couldn't deny how appealing the man was, with his charms, intelligence and sophistication. How easy it was for him to entangle Will and you into his web of lies and sadistic games. You were a mere fly, trapped, waiting — and sometimes even longing — to be devoured.
"Hair up or down?" You inquired with a sly smile, grabbing a fist of your hair and pulling it up while you looked at the mirror, watching Hannibal fix his cufflinks. He directed his attention to you and your exposed neck, and you noticed how his eyes darkened, making your insides twist. 
In silence, he walked towards you, lowering the straps of your red dress a little bit to expose your shoulders, pulling out of his pocket a beautiful golden necklace with rubies the size of berries. You choked a gasp, covering your mouth while he tied the astonishing piece around your neck, allowing his fingers to gently caress the skin.
"Up. It will bring out your eyes even more with the necklace. Allow me." He took a few bobby pins and started to work on your hair with surprising skill, letting a few strands loose to shape your face perfectly. 
"Is there anything you don't know how to do?" You teased, chuckling slightly while you stared at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful, and at the same time an entire different person. 
"Yes." His eyes lingered on you with a subtle glow that didn't last long. "You're wearing the perfume I gave you."
"I am."
"It suits you."
"In what way, Hannibal?" You turned to face him with a capricious move, eying him from below. 
"It's elegant and discreet, yes. However, it possesses a hidden flame that only the most skilled men are able to capture."
"And you're one of those men, I suppose."
"Would you say so, Y/n?" 
You hesitated, chewing your lip with anticipation. 
"That was very psychiatrist of you, Dr. Lecter. Directing the thought to me."
"Old habits never die, I suppose. You are avoiding the question, Y/n." He stepped closer, lifting your chin with his index, caressing it with his thumb. "Would you say so?"
You licked your lips and he followed the movement with his eyes.
"Hannibal… I'm Will's. My heart will always belong to him." You tried to push away his hand but he held your chin harder, keeping you in place.
"I've given you every single opportunity to flee over the past few months, Y/n. And yet, you remain here with me. You should face the inevitable" he knelt in front of you, his hands traveling through your thighs, lifting your dress. "You enjoy being Mrs. Lecter more than you would like to acknowledge."
You sighed, allowing your head to drop back, longing to be touched. 
"Mrs. Fell." You corrected, eyes closed. "I am Mrs. Fell."
He lifted one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder while lifting your dress up, a guttural moan escaping his throat once he realized you were bare under it. The soft touch of his tongue in your core was enough to drive you mad, grabbing his locks while he delighted himself with your taste. You whimpered, moaning his name under your breath, biting your lip so hard you felt your front teeth penetrate the flesh, the copper taste of blood invading your tongue. 
Hannibal could smell it, lifting his eyes quickly like a predator, rising only to lick the small trickle that stained your chin. You were surprised with how much that aroused you; he hesitated, staring at your mouth with hungry eyes, and you wondered if he was asking for permission. You granted it with pulling him closer, kissing him with passion, tasting more parts of yourself on his tongue that you could fathom. He held you by your ass, lifting you up with ease while you wrapped your legs around his hips without breaking the kiss. You felt the soft touch of the mattress against your back and the silk linens, focusing on how good Hannibal's hands felt as they explored your body, rough and experienced touches that certainly would leave a few bruises tomorrow. 
He got slightly impatient, then, ripping your dress and exposing your breasts, your nipples hard with the stimulation. You gasped with the abrupt move, raising your arms to cover yourself instinctively, but he held your hands against the mattress with no avail. 
"I liked that dress!" You protested, trying to hide how nervous you were, the feeling of doing something wrong spreading adrenaline over your entire being. 
"Perhaps I should buy you another one, then" Hannibal said while starting to undress, throwing his vests on the ground. "I have the feeling you were never touched the way you truly desire, Y/n."
That single line caused you to paralyze like a doe on headlights, your wide eyes staring at him with disbelief. He was right; you hadn't been with many men in your life, and the longest relationship you had was with Will. He was never too much interested in sex, though, and on the times you actually did it, he touched you like one would handle a fine china. With care and tenderness, as if he feared to break you. It wasn't bad at all, he made love to you every single time, always so intense and intimate that you felt like you would break in tears sometimes. 
Hannibal was right. You were never fucked properly because you never had been with a man who cared about your true desires. Moreover, it wasn't Will's fault that you never showed him your dark inclinations, he had a twisted view of perfection when it came to you. The only light in his life, the only unchangeable good. Being held in that place was exhausting and you had never realized how full of it you were until Hannibal's statement. 
"Tell me what you want, Y/n." He commanded. You blinked away images of Will to the bottom of your conscience, embracing your desire and acting on it.
"I want you inside me," you pleaded, using your elbows to support you while you stared at his remarkable body. "Take me, Hannibal."
A convinced smirk illustrated his lips, his pupils so dilated his eyes were completely black. He crawled over you, nibbling on your neck and earlobe while his hips nested on yours, fitting in perfectly as if you both were built to the purpose by gods. He entered you without a warning, causing you to sink your nails into the skin of his back. He sighed, the feeling of your walls clenching to accommodate him being too good to be true. You spread your legs, allowing him to reach deeper, a state of bliss pouring over you. It was wrong, but it felt so right. You moved your hips in perfect synchrony, one of his hands grabbing your neck, keeping you in place without actually hurting. He used his thumb to caress your bottom lip and you took the opportunity to suck on his finger, the salty taste tickling the tip of your tongue. 
That caused him to fasten his movements without care, a light ache joining your pleasure. The wet sound of his thrusts, your moans and his groans echoed through the bedroom like an unholy symphony, the scent of sex and sweat starting to fill the air. The tip of his cock touched a critical point inside you repeatedly, and you could feel the tension start to build up at the bottom of your abdomen, arching your back while he grabbed your hair, pulling your head to the side to sink his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, near your collarbone. That sent sparks along your spine, and you sucked the air through your teeth, your nails descending the skin of his back and drawing blood. 
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you felt pleasure wash over you, release becoming almost unbearable. It was as if Hannibal knew all your buttons, where to touch you, exactly what to do to bring you to the edge of the abyss. And you jumped without hesitation, his breath fastening till a moan escaped his lips and he filled you with his cum, his body trembling in silent ecstasy. 
He didn't leave you right away, enjoying the warm and wet feeling of your cunt for a few more moments before he finally pulled out, trying to stabilize his breathing. You stared at the ceiling with glassy eyes and ajar lips, feeling his cum dripping out of you. Without a word, Hannibal picked you up in his arms with a surprising tenderness, taking you to the bathroom and preparing a hot bath. 
Ah, Will. Forgive me. What have I done? Was the thought that echoed in your mind repeatedly, realization towering over you with an iced shadow. You tried to catch a glimpse of the sun under months of a lonely dark night, but ended up being severely burned. As Icarus flew too close and had his wings melted, you fell to your doom, beyond salvation, beyond forgiveness. You were stained for life; Will would never look at you the same way. 
"Y/n." Hannibal stared at you with his chocolate irises, proceeding to wash your hair, removing the bobby pins himself had placed over your locks earlier. You felt weirdly numb, dissociative, like your body wasn't your own anymore. 
"Lydia" you corrected in a tired whisper, a demented little smile playing in your lips. "My name is Lydia Fell."
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vampiretendencies · 2 years ago
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this is a thought i had and i have to share, so we know JJ is clingy and loves to shower with reader. i can't help but picture the two love birds showering very sweetly, washing eachother and cuddling and hugging and such, until JJ somehow needs more physical contact as if they aren't already almost fused together, tries to maneuver the two of them in a weird way, unsuccessfully, he slips because the shower is slippery and just, flings both him and reader to the ground in a mess of limbs and soap😭😭😭💀💀💀 no one gets actually hurt but i just picture him trying to keep them both from falling and then completely landing atop reader as she goes just "oof" because JJ is BUILT. and then them both laughing because let's be real it would be too funny. this mental image gave me joy so i wanted to give you joy too💃🫶🫶🫶
okok i love this anon, i smiled stupidly when reading it :,) so let me just tell give a little insight as to how i’d picture it, based off of this ! (i adore when y’all send me stuff like this)
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JJ perfers sentimental, affectionate showers over sexual ones.
To just know and continue discovering your skin.
The shower didn’t have to require sex to do that.
Every crevice, every nook and cranny, every indention in skin, any freckle, any mole, or any scar.
Doesn’t matter where, he’s going to treat it with gentleness as if it were he first time touching another’s skin.
It was so intimate, so devotion-like and freeing to know someone so.
And to feel comfortable was a necessity.
JJ isn’t even ranked as clingy at this point, he’s in his own category of wanting to take a permanent glue stick and sticking you him so that he’s physically there to witness your every body movement.
He’s that lovesick and manic over you.
He just can’t get enough, and vice versa of course.
You were flush against the front of JJ, arms snaking around your waist whilst he washed your chest, the couple nearly being in the position for the past thirty minutes.
Just stuck and relishing in everything that is.
Your eyes were closed, leaning back into him like it was the last moments of your life— and even still, even it were you couldn’t be more pleased
Nakedness being surreal, the skin to skin contact emphatically felt like a dream.
He hummed in your ear, cooing sweet everything’s.
Blonde locks soaked and pointing every which way, but he was just existing right now with you. Praying that he’d never have to leave this shower, that you’d be willing to stay in it long enough that the both of your bodies would turn wrinkly.
“You gonna wash the rest of me yet?”
You stammered, if anymore relaxation have begun to take over you might slumber here and now.
He couldn’t lie, he’d just been gawking at you the entire time.
In awe that you were his woman.
His kind of woman.
“Fuck washing honestly, just wanna’be closer to you, baby.”
Of course the two of you would bathe, but it’s JJ he always has to find a way to get unearthly close to you.
With one swift motion he throws the soapy sponge to the other end of the shower, whilst the both of you share laughter.
Up until, JJ decides to make about the most idiotic move he could’ve made. Trying to spin you around to face him, would typically flatter you— as he had it all planned out to lift you up and beam at you with glee and pure lovingly stares, and allowing his hands to roam more freely.
JJ’s long muscular arm, elongates itself in hopes of scooping you upward and back into him. But that was still a mistake as you are gliding in place trying to keep your balance, ultimately to stumble directly on your ass.
Running water blinding you so much that you don’t see the much more built figure falling down directly on top of you. In an act to help you up, he didnt notice his feet in the same pile of soap suds that you’d just fallen in.
Slipping, falling, and in love.
“Ow,” you proclaim, not necessarily hurt but mainly suprised at the figure ontop of you squashing you in such a way.
You may as well have been a bug.
But, you didn’t mind it. No, not at all.
“Fuck me, you good baby?”
“Perfect.”
Veins intricately bursting from his toned arms, leaning upward as you forcefully pull him down.
“Just stay like this.”
“Want me to just lay on top of you?”
“Just like this.”
You charm him with a toothy grin, surprised that you managed the fall that well. The two of you sharing more laughter, replaying the slip over again in your minds.
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klausysworld · 2 years ago
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So I was wondering could you do something with Klaus and reader, where Klaus just uses her as a human blood bag and sex (kinda how Damon did with Caroline in TVD) but reader is sweet towards Klaus and he starts to fall for reader.
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You’ll always have me
Over a thousand year Klaus had many ‘pets’ as he would call them. Those who were purely there for his pleasure and entertainment. To satisfy his needs and offer a distraction from whatever major even in his life was happening. His most recent one however was different. Even when he compelled the others in the past they would still act disgusted. They would do as he asked and then run the second they weren’t needed. His newest little human behaved unbelievably well. She would do anything he asked without complaint, and extra things too. Making him drinks and bringing them to him, encouraging him to tell her about his day, why was he so sad? She would offer a hug and climb into his hold. She would listen to his stories and comment on his artwork. He began seeking her opinion, which shade of blue was better? He wasn’t too sure anymore.
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“Klaus?” i asked quietly cautiously reaching out to touch his arm. He had returned home covered head to toe in blood, the rage in his eyes slowly disappeared into a deep sadness.
“are you okay?” i whispered bringing the now soaked cloth to wipe the blood splatters from his face “are you hurt?” he leant his head into my hand having me cup his cheek as he slightly shook his head
“my hybrids…they tried to kill me so i- well…” i nodded and rubbed his bicep comfortingly. I learnt that often Klaus just needed someone to show that he wasn’t a complete monster to make him calm down. Sure i was compelled to keep any and all things he did and said a secret but he could do a lot worse. The blood drinking didn’t bother me much anymore, he’s never rough with it, it’s only a small sting when he first bites down and then it feels…well almost nice? pleasurable.
Pleasure is a whole other world with him though. Even when he makes it all about him somehow he’ll still have me coming numerous times around him. Sometimes he even solely focuses in me, apparently he enjoys my taste, he will compel my arms to stay above my head while his tongue dive deep inside me, his hot,skilled mouth sucking at my clit. He’s had me in so many positions i didn’t even know existed, always fucking into just the right spot. The first few times i was a little more hesitant but i ended up just craving him. Sex was an easy way to make him feel better aswell. Telling him i needed him always resulted in mindless fucking and then snuggling in his bed. In what universe would that be a bad thing?
“would you like me to run a bath? or would you prefer a shower?” i asked making sure his face was clean before gently taking his hands to wipe them
“just a shower will do, will you join me?” pain was clear in his voice, he seemed fragile even. I offered a smile and we went upstairs and into the shower. Despite expecting him to take me against the tiled wall he just stood and washed himself quietly. Silently i helped him, taking the sponge from his hand and scrubbing gently at the now dried blood. He worked his hands into my hair, massaging the shampoo into my scalp
“you’re such a sweet pet” he mumbled while i washed his thighs “i’m so glad i have you” he told me, i looked up to him and gave a small smile
“you’ll always have me” i promised and went to reach for his slightly hardened member but his hand caught my wrist
“you don’t need to do that today” he murmured bringing my hand to his lips and kissing the back of it
“are you sure? you look ready” i asked glancing between his legs where he now stood, his tip pointing up
“i don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, i’d rather you just be here” i reached up and gave a kiss to his neck before pulling my hand from his and wrapped it around his cock.
“i want to, please let me?” i muttered while beginning to pump him slowly, he breathed out heavily and his head went back to rest on the wall behind. I went down onto my knees and licked up his length tentatively.
“oh love” he sighed using his hands to pull my hair into a makeshift ponytail “you’re like heaven on earth” he whispered
i let my tongue run flat against him a few timed before wrapping my lips around his tip sucking gently. My hand continued to pump him while i licked and sucked his sensitive tip listening to his guttural groans and moans. I looked up him and his mouth gaped when he kept the eye contact. I took more of him into my mouth and began bobbing my head.
“such a perfect girl for me” he praised and i took him deeper. He hit the back of my throat and i hummed around him loudly, his eyes fell shut and his brows furrowed as he held my face in place and began rocking into me. I swallowed around him making him grunt as he started moving faster. i used my hands to cup his balls, fondling with them the way i knew he loved. I moaned around him, his grip on my hair tightened and he twitched in my mouth. I sucked harder as though trying to swallow him completely. One hand left my head and flew forward to grab the shelf “fuckfuckfuckfuck” he chanted and quickly pulled out and turned away slightly letting himself released all over the shower floor while panting heavily
I lifted myself back to my feet and rubbed his back
“you okay?” i asked hoarsely
“i’m doing amazing” he laughed breathily “you’re an angel you know that?” he whispered turning back to me and kissing me harshly but quicker than usual. He looked down to my slowly bruising knees and sighed
“it doesn’t hurt” i reassured holding his hand
“i’ll give you some of my blood when we get out the shower okay?” he muttered guiding me back under the hot water and we finished getting clean.
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Klaus couldn’t stand the way her skin would bruise. such a delicate thing, so sensitive. He made sure to have her held in his arms, his wrist carefully placed against her lips while he encouraged her to drink, he felt euphoric having her latched onto his arm, the desire to treat her like a servant was long gone. He was however afraid that lifting the compulsion would break the care she showed for him. What if it was actually just his manipulation that had you being kind?
Over the next week or so he just couldn’t do it anymore.
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“y/n, love, could you come here a moment?” he was nervous? i was confused he’s never seemed nervous before. I walked over to him quickly and he placed both hands on my shoulders. His pupils dilated, compulsion…now i was very confused, he hasn’t compelled me in months.
“you are free of any and all things i have compelled you to do, you have no further obligation to me and can do as you please with any information you have found”
i felt a slight weight be lifted as i felt the air shift, i was able to leave if i wanted to.
“goodbye my love” he whispered slowly taking a step back and glancing at the front door “you can go back to your home now, i won’t stop you”
“klaus…this is my home, i know that it started under odd circumstances but i’m happy here, i want to stay here…with you”
“you’re confused, the compulsion should be gone maybe your minds still fuzzy”
“i told you that you would always have me, i meant that, i still mean it. I don’t want to leave” i argued moving closer to him and grasping him hands “you don’t want me to stay?”
His eyes widened and panic took over his features
“no no i do, i would love for you to stay, if that’s what you really want… i don’t want you to have to be a pet anymore, your more than a distraction, you’re mine, my love and i am yours”
“mine?”
“yours”
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babyhatesreality · 1 year ago
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I'm not sure if I already requests it bc my phone is broken and don't work really well soo if I didn't request it already here:
Daddy stucky x little reader where they are at the avenger tower and they watch a movie with petie his daddy is busy in the lab soo they all 3 of them watched a movie together but the reader falls asleep on daddy bucky. Petie sat next to the reader and bucky when he notice a bruise on her leg (she wears a skirt) he tells it her daddies that he saw a bruise on her leg and when she's awake again her daddies ask who hurt her but she brakes down and is scared to tell them but somehow they get her to tell who it was? (you can choose who hurt Their baby) and how would they react??
Hi darling Nonnie! This is the first time I'm getting this particular ask, I'm sorry about your phone, love. So here's the deal with Baby and bruises...
you're rambunctious. Like...SUPER rambunctious.
you love running (when you're allowed to), and things like crawling on the couch, climbing on anything, falling into a big pile of pillows, basically flinging yourself around for no good reason is always a good time for you.
so it's natural that you'd have a lot of bruises and bumps from your various activities.
It drives Bucky bonkers.
He's always trying to divert you from anything that might hurt you. He has a lot of hang ups about you falling (hmmmm wonder where that PTSD came from...).
He gets that you're just playful and a scamp, so he honestly tries not to squelch you too much, even though his heart nearly stops every single time it happens.
Steve is a little more understanding. Remember, this is the scrappy guy who wouldn't stay away from a fight. So he understands your need to toss yourself into these situations on a fundamental level.
He's not crazy about all the bruises and bumps, but to him, it's all part of the human experience and you're happy, so he can breathe a bit easier.
One of their main rules is no doing anything dangerous, and you have a fairly healthy, a decent, a nominal sense of what is actually dangerous and what isn't, so usually it mostly works out for all of you.
However, if you're in a situation where someone hurt you, you have no problems telling them at all, with all details included.
Why? Because you trust them with your life.
You know beyond a shadow of a doubt that they love you unconditionally. They've not only proven it time and time again, they tell you every day. And they have never (and will never) give you a reason to doubt that.
You know that they will help you, or take care of, any situation where someone hurts you.
Simply as a precaution, because this world is mean, they've taught you some simple and basic self defense maneuvers, on the super off chance they're not close enough to take care of the job themselves and you need help immediately.
It was extremely hard for the both of them to put you in that position to teach you these things, but you soaked it up like a sponge, and they ultimately felt better about giving you every precaution they could.
But let's face it...you'll never need it. Because you have the best daddies in the world who will stop time to make sure that you're safe and loved.
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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years ago
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Just when I thought I already had a massive crush on this woman, she started pulling out the deadly games, draping herself villainously across armchairs, and telling the main character she wanted to put her eyeballs in a jar.
Relationship headcanons about Twisted Alice.
(Gender neutral).
Warnings: mentions of violence.
Masterlist here!
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Alice is very protective of you. If you ever leave her little cloud nine, she wants you to tell her where you're heading and how long you think you'll be gone for. She tells you the same stuff if she ventures out. The studio is a big, dangerous place.
What if some filthy creature—or heaven forbid, the Ink Demon—manages to lay its hands on you and you get hurt?
What if you die? Sure, death may simply be a slap on the wrist for some, but you're not the same as what crawls the halls. The machine might not spit you out the same as you were before.
Oh, and if something bad does happen to you, whoever or whatever's responsible will probably end up riddled with bullet holes, splayed out on Alice's operating table, or suffering another terrible fate.
Her favorite form of affection to receive from you is verbal. She soaks it up like a sponge.
Alice is also a massive sucker for acts of service, though. If you go ahead and help her set up traps, gather supplies, organs, or thick ink; hand her tools when she's doing her twisted experiments? Heart eyes, bitch.
One of her favorite places to sit is right on your lap.
I don't know why, but I strongly believe she likes to bite. Not hard. Just... imagine her gently chomping down on the slope of your shoulder after coming up behind you.
She calls you darling and her dear. Honey and baby are typically reserved for condescending use on those she doesn't like.
If you both spoon, Alice greatly prefers to be the big spoon.
Likes when you rest your head on her chest and she can wrap an arm around you.
She's a fan of a back-back mirror cuddle as well.
In line with the topic of cuddling Alice, be warned, she is positively frigid to the touch. Like a corpse! :) And she might get a little ink on you. But hey, if you're in the studio, chances are that every clothing item you own is already stained with the stuff anyway.
She loves to perform for you. Songs, dances. Songs and dances.
Not sure what pet names you'd like to use (if any), but I think Alice would be particularly fond of you referring to her as simply "angel", or things like "beautiful".
She often presses kisses against your temple.
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sunshine-for-serotonin · 2 years ago
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Hii, can I request some yandere! Eric Destler headcanons? Preferably NSFW ;)
Now this, this is beautiful- thank you for this request my dear!!! I’ll get to everyone else in due time!
General behavior, positions, and anatomy
Let’s start of with the basics- Erik tends to give up control in the bedroom, and if you so much as kiss him a little bit sweeter than normal, he becomes putty in your hands.
Erik will cry, there’s no way around it. He loves you so much, and the fact you are there with him in that moment is enough to turn the normally intimidating and obsessive man into a teary-eyed, clingy, red faced mess.
Please, kiss him until he can’t think straight. Erik soaks up any affection you give him like a dry sponge, and kisses and long cuddle sessions are great for aftercare or even during sex!
Now how about turn ons? Place him in your lap, facing you as you kiss him all over his face and neck while moving your arms along his back (I don’t care how weak you think you are, I am giving you the power to put this man in your lap) and you can bet within minutes he’s trying to subtly grind against you and begging for you to touch him. Eriks also a fan of you gripping his hips, no matter the context
If you are a fan of marking your partner up, you are in luck my dear! After you explain to Erik what hickeys are (and trust me, you will have to explain) and place an experimental one on his neck, he will beg for you to put them all over his body! It makes Erik feel loved and wanted by you, that you would so proudly say he’s yours all over his body. This is also a quick way to turn him on!
if you speak to him in French, even just calling him a pet name or telling him you love him, he will in fact be on his knees, pressing desperate kisses to your thighs and core within seconds all the while he has a very obvious bulge.
Eriks neck and ears are highly sensitive, and I encourage you to tease him in those areas with your mouth, and if you’re gentle you can even use your teeth. Fair warning though, his hips will start to buck uncontrollably and he will start whining. Truthfully, it’s adorable!
Now for anatomy- I would say he’s more of a grower not a shower, being four inches long flaccid and seven inches hard with an average amount of veins close to the surface, and just wide enough to where you will feel a stretch but not be sore after. I personally believe he has little to no body hair, and the amount that he does have is well groomed.
Eriks behavior during sex can vary, but the one thing that never changes is how vocal he is, his need to have you as close as possible, and his need to please you above all else.
Yes, Erik is very, VERY, vocal! He wants to communicate with you how good he feels, and even if he tries to hold in his moans, he fails miserably no matter how long you two are together. “S’il te plaît, s’il te plaît, mon amour!!! G-good, feels so good!!! Mon ange, je t’aime, je t’aime!!”
Erik cums a large amount and it’s relatively thick in consistency, so not the greatest for swallowing, but luckily for you he’s not a fan of blowjobs. But you know what he is a fan of? Eating you out!
Erik is 100% willing to beg you to let him put his head between your legs with actual tears in his eyes. Seriously, it is actually his favorite thing to do besides you fucking him into next week, like, he could actually spend hours in between your thighs while he grinds against whatever he can to get friction. Erik is actually very greedy about eating you out as well, and if you try to pull away before he feels like he’s gorged himself as much as he can, he’s gonna let out an absolutely pathetic sounding whine of your name before dragging your hips back to his mouth and pleasuring you with even more vigor. Also when you cum on his tongue, he is for sure orgasming as well, even if he isn’t actually grinding on anything. The only thing I would caution you with is that Erik probably also wants you to sit on his face, which their is nothing wrong with, except for the fact that you may irritate his facial deformities, but he’s definitely still going to beg so you will have to be the one to say no.
another thing with eating you out is that Erik absolutely craves to be smothered. I’m talking about him gripping your thighs so tight it’ll leave bruises and him shoving your thighs against his face to the point he almost passes out, and yet all he can do is beg for you to let him keep eating you out. (Once again, you will have to be the one to make sure his face doesn’t get irritated because Erik really doesn’t care about anything other than making you orgasm)
“please, please, please, mon ange, mon cheri, just one more orgasm for me, please!”
Eriks absolute favorite position is The Face Off, because this way he can be absolutely surrounded by you while he has his arms around you and his face buried in the crook of your neck or desperately trying to kiss you, like I said previously, Erik is probably the clingiest partner you will ever have. But also honestly, he enjoys any position where you are on top or where you are domming him.
He won’t last long for a while, and by that I mean Erik will cum within five minutes just from shakily rutting his hips against you.
kinks, turn-offs, and aftercare
Praise kink, praise kink, praise kink!!! Erik loves to be told how good he’s doing, how handsome he is, etc! To the point where you decided to not give him any friction and just praise him, just to see what would happen, and much to your (not) surprise, he was able to cum just from that!
Overstimulation- this might be Eriks favorite kink, because it reminds him just how much you love him to be touching him like this and you praise him for doing so good.
Edging- Erik likes edging because he feels like it makes your sessions last longer, and it feels even better to cum after being denied for a bit. Be wary that if you edge him for to long however, he may become a bit temperamental!
if Erik is in one of his moods and won’t take his mask off, just do any combination of the above and he’ll rip it off
Also I’m willing to bet good money he has a mommy kink, but the only way you’ll find out is by pure accident when you were overstimulating him probably, the poor man just wants to be nurtured and to be absolutely drowned in your love
he doesn’t have many hard turn offs, but degradation towards both you or himself as well as bondage is something he will never do, because it reminds him of his insecurities and traumas.
Erik has a relatively high sex drive, and as long as you initiate it, you can end up railing him from four to five days a week for about two hours at a time after he gets some experience with you.
Before Erik kidnapped you, Erik is ashamed to admit that he used to steal your dirty clothes like bras and underwear so he could enjoy your scent while he desperately fucked himself into one of your (also stolen) pillows. And if you wear modern clothes like hoodies, he always makes sure to put said hoodie on a pillow, so he can cuddle it at night and pretend it’s you he’s holding.
“oh mon amour, I wish you were here with me right now- I want to make you feel good. One day, but for now I must have patience. Je t’aime, mon cheri.”
After care is a must for both of you!! Truthfully this is basically just cleaning each other up, drinking water, and Erik laying on top of you while he listens to your heartbeat as you both drift off. If you are wearing a pajama shirt afterwards, Erik really likes to crawl inside so that he can have skin to skin contact and be nestled as close to you as he can be.
( I don’t care who you think Christine should have ended up with, Erik is my babygirl and I will die on this hill)
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bronx-bomber87 · 1 year ago
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Happy Thanksgiving Eve to those who celebrate Turkey Day tomorrow :) The introduction of Genny Bradford. I love her so much. I was so excited for her to come onto the show. You all know how much I love Tim’s past and history. She is a massive part of that. I go off on this one cause I relate to him so much. Sorry sorta ha Also Lucy getting to meet her and them getting along is the best. Let’s get started shall we?
4x08 Hit and Run
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The ep starts off with Nolan coming up to our duo at the kit room. Complaining that he can’t believe he’s polling behind Smitty. Tim is amused and says that’s embarrassing LOL. Nolan then says it would help if someone established endorsed him. Tim says no. Never endorsed anyone and that’s not changing. Voting is private he doesn’t want part of any of it.
We meet the lovely Genny Bradford outside in the parking lot. Their hug is super adorable. He genuinely looks so happy to see her. I’m sure Lucy is so very confused at first who this person is. Genny tells Tim he looks skinny ha Asks if he’s been eating? Such a sister thing to ask. I love it. Tim asks how she got in? It’s restricted back here. Apparently Smitty let her in without a second thought. Of course he did. SMH.
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Tim immediately asks what she’s doing here? Genny replies with a weak answer of just wanting to see her big brother. Lucy doesn’t let Tim answer back but jumps in. Oh I love you Lucy. The very minute she hears ‘big brother’ She has tunnel vision. Her excited Oh! And inserting herself into the conversation. Gotta love it.
Doesn’t hold back whatsoever in introducing herself and asking for embarrassing content straight away. No shame at all in asking right off the bat. I love her so much. I wish I had her confidence haha I mean future in-laws and all that is happening right here. Lucy is too cute wanting these stories about Tim. So thirsty to have any Tim content in her life. I feel this. Me too Lucy. Me too.
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The look Tim gives cuts Lucy's sentence off. He looks haunted and conflicted. Trying to decide what his next move is. He continues with some suspicious glances before asking ‘So you just wanted to see me?’ Not trusting it being just that reason. Excited she is there but also worried for the reasoning. So he follows up with he didn’t even know she was in town…
You can see he is tense we just don’t know why yet. Genny shoots back he’s been ignoring her messages and emails about it. So naturally he wouldn't know she was in town. Tim gets even more bristly and says he knows why she’s really here. That he hasn’t changed his mind. His position on it is very clear. Genny presses him some more. Telling him they have to talk about it.
Tim tries to blow her off and say they could get dinner later. He has to work right now. Being his sister she knows him well and refutes that offer. Love me some Genny. Not backing down in the slightest. Says she can do a ride along that way they have the whole day to catch up. She came ready to play for this conversation. Gotta admire that.
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Tim tries to get out of it again saying it’s a ton of paperwork. Needs someone to sign off on it etc. Lucy steps in and says he’s a Sergeant now he can just do one. If looks could kill.... The one he gives Lucy LMFAO. Look at these important ladies in his life just running it without his say haha I love it sfm.
Lucy can’t help but ask one more thing before Genny gets into the shop. If Tim had any nicknames growing up? Genny doesn’t push her luck and just gets in the car. Tim is so irritated but not old s1 Tim irritated which is growth believe it or not LOL He is exasperated with Lucy more than anything else. That she see's her shot and is taking it. His baby sister is a treasure trove of his past she must know about.
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Genny doesn’t take long before she’s spilling Tim’s past. Lucy is soaking it up like a sponge and beaming. It’s beyond adorable how excited she is by all this. She just wants to know him better so badly. Will take any morsel she can about him. Genny lets it slip Tim tried to highlight his hair before prom. That he ended up looking like slim shady LMFAO
Lucy is so happy about all of this embarrassing info. Tim is just sitting there trying not to lose his damn mind haha It’s like Genny is her sister in law already the way they are bonding. Genny says she thinks she has a photo of said highlights. Lucy is so excited she’s bouncing around in her seat. Poor Tim lol
I love Genny supporting Lucy’s never ending quest to find everything she’s can about Tim. You’d think they were already dating the way Genny and Lucy are acting. It’s amazing. Such a girlfriend thing to do. Bond with the sister and get all the embarrassing dirt you can on your BF haha These interactions are the actual best.
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Tim protests to her showing Lucy the photo. She does a great sibling move using the pic as leverage. That if he doesn’t want Lucy to see it they need to talk about their dad. Tim tenses up completely and replies that he has nothing to say. She asks for Lucy’s number so she can text it to her. Tim isn’t happy about it.
Says they don’t need her distractions. Police work is serious. Then they roll up on an adult on a child sized bike holding up traffic….They pull up and she tips over. Lucy tells her she almost caused an accident. Tim asks her if she’s been drinking? Tells her if she doesn’t cooperate he can cite her for a DUI. She goes OFF on Tim. I’m dying her calling him a Ken-doll LOL Lucy thinks it’s hilarious too with her reaction.
Genny steps in like a calm bad ass. Gets her to settle down. Even has her to apologize to Tim. He looks impressed as hell with her. Lucy also comments on how impressive she was. Genny comments she teaches 4th grade ha My oldest sister is a teacher for young kids so this is pretty accurate. She then passes out right after. The drinking question answered for them. heh
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They’re dragged into Nolan and Lopez’s situation. A crazed armed gunman is on the loose. He assaulted an IRS agent two days prior. Shot at Lopez/Nolan with an automatic weapon when they came to see him. Everyone is involved in the manhunt now. Tim directs everyone like the sexy leader he is and they get back into the shop. Genny asks what’s going on? Tim tells her it’s too dangerous he’s bringing her back to the station. They have to drive around looking for this guys long list of cars on the street. He could be in any of them and they could be armed to the teeth.
Genny refuses to leave until they talk about their father. Tim says she’s impossible which is rich coming from him LOL Genny tries to pull Lucy into it. Asking her who is more difficult her or Tim? He is so mad. Pops off saying of course Lucy is going to pick him. She knows him and how damn stubborn he is. I can empathize with Tim on this one. One of my worst qualities is how stubborn I can be. Genny pokes at him saying this is why he’s still single...
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Tim in the heat of the moment reveals he’s not single. I don’t think this is how he wanted Lucy to find out. Lucy tries to act supportive says with a smile on her face 'You're seeing someone?..' Now with Rachel I think she truly supported it. Wanted him to be happy. No jealously involved.
With Ashley it’s a different ball game. So much has changed between them since Rachel. Tim being defensive af tells them they need to focus. Lucy backs off without delving into it further. An awkward silence falls over them. The last gif she looks upset about this news. Also like to note how Genny looks back and forth between them. Knowing there is something deeper going on between them but she doesn’t know what…
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When they’re back on the road Lucy asks what plans she has while she’s in L.A.? We finally find out why she’s in town. To sell their childhood home. Genny mentions their dad hasn’t been able to live in it for a while. Lucy is empathetic and tells her sorry not knowing the dark history attached to it. Genny brings up it’s a lot for one person…
Then Lucy in true wife fashion speaks for Tim. Says she’s sure Tim will help out with that. He won’t let her do it alone. Tim isn’t on board for fixing it up. Says it’s a tear down. Better just to sell it. Genny fights him on it says it has good bones.
This is where Lucy and Genny really become instant besties. Talking about house hunters. How they bond over which one they like the most. It's super adorable watching them get along so easily. For Tim it's that moment when your work wife and sister become friends and you can’t stop it Ha
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I adore this next part. Tim reaches out to Nolan thinking it’s going to back his POV. So desperate to get out of renovating this house. Nolan starts listing stuff off and Tim think’s it’s going in his favor. Lucy rolls her eyes at him knowing that's exactly what he's thinking. So when his reply is all cocky 'It’s a teardown right? 'Nolan shuts him down and uses the same phrase Genny did ‘Good Bones.’ That simple repairs could double the value of the house.
Lucy and Genny start to celebrate knowing they were right. This is your future Tim you just don’t know it yet. Ha It is very sweet and kind of Nolan to offer to come and look at it for them. Free of charge. I will give him that. See I can be nice to him sometimes. It probably won’t happen often but still very kind of him to say he can help.
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This next section is where we get to the heart of how Tim is really feeling. Genny and Lucy are talking about their childhood homes. Genny doesn’t want to let it go. Lucy empathizes with her and says she still thinks about her childhood home as home. Tim can’t take it any longer and pulls over abruptly. Here is where Eric crushes this episode. Breaks my damn heart into a million and one pieces.
I wanna cry watching this scene. Tim’s childhood trauma always hits me deep in my gut. He had both emotional and physical abuse. To have one is damaging enough to have both? I can’t even imagine. I relate to Tim a lot and we have a lot in common. Especially with our childhoods and how we were raised. The physical abuse is the one thing I am grateful we don’t have in common.
The tears in Tim’s eyes when he finally speaks about how he's feeling kills me. You can see how tense he is when he pulls over. Vibrating with anger. He has reached his boiling point about this situation and it's spilling out. This whole thing is tearing him up inside. It’s eating him alive she is trying to save a place that caused him so much pain. To him there is nothing redeemable about that place. He can't handle this conversation about creating happy memories in that house. This whole situation pulling at the emotional sutures he's created for himself about their father.
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His line about a family cuddling up under the broken plaster his father slammed his head against. Ugh. My heart. I just wanna hug and kiss away all his pain. Lucy’s reaction kills me as well. Because she had zero idea about this. When today started she thought it would be all funny and lighthearted stuff. Nothing this serious. I will say even though this scene is painful it’s growth for Tim. To be able to be this vulnerable and talk about such deeply personal stuff openly. Just shows how much he trusts and feels safe around Lucy. To have this family spat on patrol of all places.
Genny saying their childhood wasn’t all bad. I hate that. My two older sisters don’t view our childhood the way me and my baby sister do. They're in deep deep denial about it. Want to just sweep it under the rug. They also weren't treated as badly as me and my baby sister were. This line struck a chord with me for that reason. To say it wasn’t all bad...To me that comes across as being ok with what was done. To what happened to them both. Because it wasn't 24/7 abuse. Now we don’t know if he laid hands on them both. I assume he did. We for sure know he did to Tim.
Even if he didn’t hurt her seeing your sibling abused is just as damaging. Trust me I know. Tim is hurting because it seems like she’s trying to sweep away all he did. To candy coat their childhood and he can’t stand it. I don’t blame him. When the emotional damage runs as deep as it does for him it’s unforgivable. I’m getting emotional writing this up. When you clearly see the damage your parent inflicted and a sibling doesn’t. Or won’t acknowledge how bad it was. It’s very triggering and angers you. I know it did for me with my 2 older sisters. This whole thing is like re-opening that wound.
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I could not relate more to him not wanting to deal with it. To keep his demons and damage in the past. This house brings up a plethora of bad memories for him. He would rather just sell the damn place and be done with it. Genny tries to plead with him. Tell him their dad has changed. The way Tim clutches the wheel and his jaw clenches. *heart clutch* Lucy's reaction to it all is so telling as well. She is trying to process it along him.
Genny suggests visiting their dad. Tim would see he has changed. All Tim sees is a monster who knocked them around. Emotionally abused them. You can tell the news of him dying affects him. Eric is incredible in this scene. His face is holding so many emotions. Mainly he's torn between anger and wanting to cry. My poor damaged boy. Tim holds steady and says that’ll never happen. He then pulls back out onto the road. The conversation in his mind is over.
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Lucy breaks the silence and tells Genny that she has a good bereavement counselor If she needs it. Genny thanks her and says she already has someone. They’ve helped her a lot to process what happened to them as kids. Tells Tim he should try therapy. Tim’s reply is spot on to what I uses to say before going to therapy. When it was brought up as an idea to help me. ‘I’m good..’
When I was clearly was anything but good. I was radioactive and emotionally unstable when it came to my parents. Anytime stuff from my childhood or my parents were brought up I was just like Tim. Nuclear in my reaction and not in a good place mentally. I’m not 100 percent where I wanna be about them but I am better than pre-therapy.
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Genny continues saying there is no way he doesn’t carry that trauma with him. I think his reaction this entire time is proof of that. She brings up a childhood story. How he dropped Tim off at Griffith park with nothing but a compass to get home. Tim defiantly replies 'Which I did.’ Lucy then has the worst slip of her tongue. With a little laugh says ‘A Tim test.’ The deep hurt in his eyes when he turns to Lucy is CRUSHING. His biggest fear is turning into his father. Being like him in any way. It feels like a gut punch to your stomach. An attack on your identity. The last thing when you have history like Tim does is to be ANYTHING like your parent’s.
I relate to this all too well. My mom growing up whenever I did something she didn’t like. She would say ‘You’re just like your father.’ It was meant to be an insult. I sure received it that way. I sure as hell didn’t want to be like him. He was cold, had a temper, and was emotionally not there for us as kids. Let our mom emotionally abuse us all. Because he was too emotionally stunted to see it was wrong. My sisters still like to make jokes i’m like him. They think it's funny. When it’s a deep wound they don’t realize they’re picking at. It's the same for Tim in this moment.
For him to hear that comparison from one of his favorite people is devastating. We’ll see in the next episode how that small off handed comment eats away at him. You can see Lucy immediately knows she’s said something wrong. Can see the hurt plastered all over his face. The pre-tears in his eyes. Lucy rubs her ribs where her tattoo is. Something I noticed she does when she upset or nervous/unsure of herself. Ever since 2x11. Like she's grounding herself in the moment. You can tell she knows she stepped in it. Lucy doesn’t get a chance to rectify it because of radio interrupting. This ep is so good but damn it’s emotional af.
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We rejoin them at that station finally done for that day. I LOVE this scene. First off Lucy getting jazzed to know he’s an uncle. She's so cute. It’s written all over her face how giddy this makes her. Saying Genny is taking a moment to call his nephews. She then gets serious with Tim. Telling him his sister needs him. Tim using her first name once again in a warning tone. (be still my heart BTW. With rewatching this fully I forgot how much I love him doing this after three seasons of ‘Chen’ and ‘Boot’)
He’s trying to warn her she is on thin ice even bringing this up. Lucy goes for it anyways. Because she wouldn't be her if she didn’t. Also this a much more calm and receptive Tim than ever before. Light years better than first time she told him something he didn’t want to hear. Lucy knew then it was what he needed. The same remains true in this moment SO much growth for Tim since then. Telling him yes he got the brunt of it growing up. That much is obvious. But that she lived through it with him.
That as children of abuse it might be better instead of arguing how bad he is or isn’t that they support one another instead. This is the best advice she could give him honestly. This kind of thing either divides or unites people. For me my baby sister and I are close. Very close actually. Like best friend level close. It’s because we went through the same thing together. Support one another and it’s forged a bond my parents can’t ever break. To be validated in how you feel but not let it consume you because you have that support is everything.
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Now the sad part of this kind of thing is the sisters I mentioned earlier (I have 3 btw. 2 older one younger) They refuse to acknowledge what happened to us as kids. Rather stow it away in a box and have a relationship with our parents I simply can’t have. Therefore I am not as close to them. We have a surface level relationship and that is it. So Lucy’s advice here was super solid for Tim. To have him support her and bond over what they survived together instead of letting it tear them apart.
Genny rejoins them and Lucy gives him a sweet smile before walking away. I love how Tim's eyes follow her before returning his attention back to his sister. He applies Lucy's advice immediately and apologizes for today. That he wasn’t listening more to her. I’m once again a lot like Tim. When I think I’m right on something especially when it’s emotional or moral. I dig my heels and am super stubborn. So stubborn I can ignore completely the other person and their feelings.
I don’t mean to it just happens. Same for our Timothy. It’s why it was so important Lucy gave him that advice. To say hey what you went through was horrible. There is no denying it but she went through it too. That she needs him even if she acts like she doesn’t emotionally. I love them being a place where Lucy can give him such meaningful advice he absorbs like he did here. Genny thanks him and says it means a lot. Tim reinforces not seeing their father though. You can tell she wants to fight him on it but doesn’t.
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Nolan walks by and Tim introduces her to him. John is having an episode where I like him. It’s rare. Maybe it’s because he’s helping Tim out lol Coloring my normal sassy POV of him. Tim ask’s if he’s free this weekend to come check the house out? Nolan says yes he would be happy to come down give them an estimate. Genny thanks him profusely. So grateful for any help with this.
Genny light's up when Tim says 'We.' So happy he is going to be helping her out with this. HIs sweet smile when he says they can pull a profit on it. Telling her it shouldn't fall all on her just because she is willing to be around their father and he isn't. It's a very sweet moment. Lucy's advice really hitting home for him in the best way.
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Then Tim does something so integrous I want to jump his bones haha He's such a good man it's so insanely sexy to me. To thank John for being so willing to help he endorses him. The one thing he said he would never do. Gives a really kind and nice speech as well. Truly love him for doing this for Nolan. Knowing how badly John wanted this for his campaign. He knows his opinion carries weight and uses it to help Nolan out. Because he’s doing the same for him without hesitation. Tim says trust has to be earned and even though he and Nolan don't always see eye to eye. He has Tim's trust as a cop and that's pretty damn huge.
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I love the look he throws Lucy’s way when he’s done talking. It’s subtle. This gif above captures it better than my hand made one did ha Tim looking at her being like 'Hey he earned it.' Little Chenford crumb I adore so much. Gah such an emotionally good episode I can not.
I always love analyzing episodes about Tim and his past. His trauma because it is so eerily similar to mine. Also we have a lot of the same personality traits as well. Next up Is my favorite episode of the entire season. I hope I do it justice ❤️
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Side Notes-Non Chenford
Hate Nyla having to battle Donovan for Lila. He’s such a tool. I loved Aaron trying to not let her give up. That it’s not fire to continually compare her to her past. She is not that person anymore. She really isn’t her growth is crazy and so good. Just like Tim. Aaron loaning her his lawyer to help her I love it so much. He really came into his own with her as the season progressed. I love it.
Thank you to all who continually like, comment ( I love me some comments), and reblogs. They mean so much to me. See you all in 4x09 :)
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yakool-foolio · 1 month ago
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okay hit me with your impeccable kaede ships opinion
You've got it, boss! Ranking Kaede's ships with all of the V3 students!
Kaede x Shuichi: 10/10; the protags should kiss I think. Their interactions in canon, however brief, are incredibly sweet and carry a ton of weight throughout the entire game. Ya can really tell how much they mattered to each other. I want them to have a happy ending so bad!
Kaede x Rantaro: 6/10; ah yes, the chapter 1 fellas. I never really got any romantic vibes from them personally, but I can see the potential. The bonus nail painting scene is super cute (with Tsumugi tagging along being comedy gold), and I can imagine their adventurous spirits melding well together!
Kaede x Ryoma: 4/10; Ryoma needs a light in his life, and I do think that Kaede would fit that bill. They feel like a different flavor of Saimatsu to me, but I do think her relationship with Shuichi would pan out a lot better in the end. Ryoma seems like the type who needs friends that have his back more than a love interest in my opinion.
Kaede x Kirumi: 8/10; the more I think about this pairing, the more I like it. Just imagine them playing the piano n cello together. May I win you over with the duet scene from Electric Dreams as their dynamic, perhaps?
Kaede x Angie: 3/10: I can see it, but it isn't really for me. I haven't seen much content of them together, but I could be swayed into liking the pairing more if I stumbled upon it more often. Ah well, that's the common tragedy of rare pairs.
Kaede x Tenko: 9/10; I'm a sworn Tenmiko shipper, but I can't deny these two are also really adorable. The duo that will slap the most sense into anyone that crosses them. Tenko soaks up all of Kaede's compliments n flirtations like a sponge, n Tenko will always be around to fiercely protect Kaede.
Kaede x Korekiyo: 1/10; not for me. I could be persuaded to be neutral on it, but for now it just isn't my cup of tea. They just don't have anything going for them that I can positively imagine. Don't get me wrong, I think Kiyo's interesting, but he would just not pair well with Kaede in my eyes.
Kaede x Miu: 6/10; I'm surprised at how much chemistry they have. In Miu's FTEs, Kaede genuinely wants to help her out with her communication issues, which is pretty sweet. If Kaede has the patience to help Miu, that's gotta count for something. Miu being a flustered mess is always a treat.
Kaede x Gonta: 6/10; definitely has potential to be a really cute pair. Given enough time, I think Kaede could come around to appreciating bugs as she spends more time with Gonta. I think she'd love orchid mantises especially.
Kaede x Kokichi: 5/10; never really gave this ship much thought, but it makes sense why people like it. It's standard protag x rival protocol, but with extra silliness. I imagine Kokochi would ask Kaede to compose a 'villain theme' for DICE, but he'd appreciate whatever she comes up with.
Kaede x Kaito: 7/10; the morale boosters! Their combined optimism and enthusiasm is highly contagious. You wouldn't wanna miss their exciting training sessions! Meshing music n astronomy together also just sounds awesome. And Kaede wearing Kaito's jacket is a very cute image I just conjured up.
Kaede x Maki: 10/10; Kaimaki but for lesbians! If Kaede survived longer, I really do think they would've eventually gotten along. I'll be at my happiest with Kaemaki n Saimota happening at the same time methinks.
Kaede x Himiko: 5/10; another ship with some good potential. They'd host the best performances together. They just wanna see everyone happy and I think that's cute.
Kaede x Keebo: 7/10; let Kaede teach Keebo music theory and help him improve his singing! I know she's not a singer herself, but I think her piano skills could assist him practicing matching notes with his voice. I think I'm just really hooked on the idea of Keebo singing Daisy Bell (the first song sung by a computer) with Kaede playing along, the idea makes me melt.
Kaede x Tsumugi: 9/10; may I interest you in some toxic yuri? In a world where Kaede survives to the end, their dynamic would pop tf off I think. Imagine this girl you've been crushing on is actually the mastermind trying to frame you for murder. Ouch. But you bet Tsumugi was also dealing with some feelings for Kaede by basically writing her to be so complimentary towards her. I can see through your lies Tsumugi you can't fool me.
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fandom-nursery · 3 months ago
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Erik agere headcanons
Regresses between ages 1-5 usually but has also slipped into a teenager headspace a few times 
Regresses very often. He slips into headspace easily and has a lot of triggers for his regression 
His regression is completely involuntary and often leaves him feeling a little disoriented 
You would be hard pressed to find a single thing about himself that Erik doesn’t totally despise. His regression is no exception. He doesnt know whats happening to him and just thinks its another thing that makes not quite fit with the rest of the world 
He is shy unless he’s very comfortable and tends to speak quietly. He is much more confident singing than he is speaking 
Little Erik is incredibly timid and easily upset and frightened. He cries very frequently sometimes for no apparent reason or over something that seems very small 
Memory between headspaces for him are a little inconsistent. Sometimes he will have his memory, sometimes not. Sometimes he will remember things up to a certain point or just remember bits and pieces 
He has struggled with insomnia all his life and generally has a hard time recognizing when his body is tired and needs sleep so unless he has someone to help him he usually forgets/doesn't bother with sleep even when small 
This comes with the unfortunate consequence of him often being overtired and fussy 
Erik will soak up any ounce of physical affection he can get. He is unused to being touched kindly and will absolutely bury himself into anyone willing to give him positive touch 
He still loves music and art while small and maintains a certain level of skill at both, music more so than art. He is also very content to help with anything that whoever is with him is doing. He loves to be around people who care for him and likes to feel useful. 
He loves to have stories read or told to him. Daroga will often sit him down and entertain him for hours with the same stories he once told his son. Christine will also occasionally share stories with Erik that her father once told her 
He isn’t very picky about food but getting him to actually eat can be a challenge. He doesn't tend to notice hunger cues and he has never had particularly healthy eating habits. Setting him up with snacks next to whatever project he is working on is usually a good bet. Has very mixed feelings about people feeding him 
He has a small stuffed animal and several other props that he’s stolen from above. He has also built a lot of toys not necessarily with himself in mind but little Erik does play with them. A play therapist would have a field day with him and the Daroga is often a little disturbed and concerned when erik explains to him the plot of his latest pretend game 
The mask is still very much a sore spot when he’s little. He panics if it's removed even though it's uncomfortable. He doesn't really want to wear it, but he fully believes that he needs to be covered if he wants anyone to even be somewhat ok being near him. He also thinks he will be punished for taking it off.
fidgets with his hands for comfort 
Little Erik does occasionally wet the bed if he goes to sleep while very young but he would rather wash the sheets 100 times over than admit to needing padding 
The Daroga figured out Erik regressed in persia but wasn't really able to bring up the fact that he knew until they reunited in paris years later. Christine also finds out during one of her first weeks down in eriks house although she wasn’t totally sure that's what it was at first 
The Daroga feels a certain sense of duty towards erik and because of this does make an effort to take care of him if he is around while erik is little. Christine also feels a certain sense of obligation to him and cares for him on occasion as well. Erik soaks up care like a sponge and would absolutely thrive off having a full time caregiver however he doesn't dare ask that of anyone and doesn’t ever expect to receive that
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