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entropicquilibriumofchaos · 11 months

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Dog Days of Fall

In which a dog groomer gets an adorable new customer with an interesting owner.

Will Graham/Original Female Character

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Dog hair everywhere . That’s the joy of grooming a German Shepherd that is blowing his coat. He yipped and danced around as if the high velocity dryer was spitting fire at him. It wasn’t, of course.

“We do this every time, Gunner,” I spoke, exasperated, “And you haven’t died yet.”

He responded by trying to bite at the air coming out of the dryer, leading to some visuals that would be terrifying if I didn’t know that he was a sweetheart.

We continued our little dance until he was fully dry. I gave him one more run through with the brush to get rid of any of his summer coat that remained before grabbing the nail clippers. Gunner whimpered as I sat down next to him and reached for his paw.

“You’re so dramatic, big boy,” I laughed as I began to clip his nails. He was good for it besides a little squirming.

Finished with his groom, I unclipped him from the harness and he quickly jumped down from the table and shook out his coat before running to the half door that separated my workspace from the front desk. As I made my way over to open the door for him, I noticed a man sitting in the lobby with a medium sized dog. He didn’t seem to notice me, in fact he was staring off into space like he was in his own world. The dog however, perked up when it heard Gunner start to scratch at the door.

“Quit that,” I whispered to him before clearing my throat and catching the man’s attention, “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in! Do you have an appointment?”

The man immediately snapped out of whatever trance he was in and stood up as I maneuvered around Gunner to keep him behind the door as I went to the desk. The stubborn shepherd jumped up on the door and looked over before barking at the newcomer. The man smiled at my rowdy customer and I mouthed “sorry” before going back to Gunner.

“Get down, you oaf. Your mom will be here soon,” I said and gently shoved him back into the room before shutting the upper half of the door as well. I sighed and turned back to the stranger. “I’m sorry, he’s a gentle giant, but he’s got the mouth of a sailor.”

The man just smiled as I made my way back to the desk.

“I don’t have an appointment, my apologies,” he explained, not quite making eye contact with me. “But I just rescued this little guy and he’s got some pretty bad matts towards his tail. I didn’t want to hurt him by trying to get them out myself.”

I rummaged around the papers on my desk as I looked for my schedule. Thankfully, Gunner was my last groom for the day.. I looked over at the dog and spotted the mats his dad was talking about. Eager to get a closer look, I made my way around the desk and knelt down next to the dog, noticing the streaks of black running through his brown fur. “Do you mind if I…” I trailed off, motioning to touch the dog.

“Not at all,” he responded and I reached forward to let the dog sniff my hand.

“What’s their name? I asked as it licked my hand.

“Winston,” the man replied, kneeling down to pat him on the head as well. “I found him the other night wandering on the road on my way home. We just got back from the vet to see if he was microchipped.”

I frowned, upset at the thought that someone abandoned this beautiful little mutt. “Poor boy,” I said softly, stroking under his chin, “Seems like you’re better off now anyway, Winston”

The man smiled before directing me to the matts. I lifted them gently before sighing again. “They don’t look too bad. I don’t have anything booked for right now so if he’s up to date on his vaccinations I can take him back and see what I can do,” I explained while standing up.

The man finally made eye contact with me, although briefly, I felt my breath catch in my lungs. Not sure how I didn’t catch it before, but this man was gorgeous, in a rough around the edges type of way. His hair, although cropped relatively close to his head, was curly and unruly. He looked tired, but the slight bags under his eyes just made the green of his irises pop even more behind a pair of thin wire glasses.

As abruptly as it started, he looked away, reaching into his pocket for something as I internally scolded myself for getting googly eyes at a customer.

“I’ve got his vaccination records right here,” he said, handing me the papers as I walked back behind the desk and pulled out an intake form and put it on a clipboard. I handed it to him with a pen.

“If you could just fill out this form while I make a copy of this,” I instructed, waving the vaccination records slightly.

“Of course,” he muttered, taking the clipboard and pen.

I sat down and ran the records through my scanner. As it ran through, I shoved a couple papers into a neat-ish pile so the extremely handsome dog with the adorable dog didn’t think I was a slob. An attempt was made, at least.

While the man filled out the necessary paperwork, my attention was drawn to the door as the bell on top rang. Coming in was a familiar face.

“Hey Jen! I’ll go grab Gunner for you and then we can get you settled.” I explained with a smile. The man noticed the commotion and took the clipboard to a seat to finish filling it out, Winston following dutifully behind him.

As soon as the door opened, the german shepherd shaped bullet flew out and towards his mom, who just wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed before putting his collar and leash on.

I got Jen squared away with her payment as normal, only occasionally stealing looks at the stranger in the corner. He’d finished the paperwork and was scratching behind Winston’s ears, who was thoroughly enjoying it with his tongue out and head leaning into the scratches.

Jen caught me looking and snuck a glance as well. “New customer?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. Not only was Jen a customer, but she was a long time friend as well. A friend that had been trying to set me up with every guy and girl in the greater of Washington D.C.

I gave her a stern “shut up” look and she just giggled back at me. “You’re awful,” I whispered.

Instead of replying, she just took her credit card and grinned at me, “See you later, Teck!”, before leading Gunner out of the door.

Exasperated, I shook my head and turned my attention back to the man, who had returned to the desk with clipboard in hand.

“Thanks for squeezing him in,” he said as I took the form off of the clipboard and ran it through my scanner.

“It’s my pleasure,” I responded with a smile, handing him the vaccination records back. “If you want to bring him back we can get started.”

He nodded and I opened the door to the grooming room to let him enter.

“Excuse the mess, Gunner is blowing his summer coat right now and I didn’t exactly get the chance to tidy up.” I explained as a whirl of dog hair drifted on the ground as the door opened. I quickly grabbed a broom as Winston sniffed at the hair.

“Not a problem. I’ve-” he paused to chuckle lightly “I’ve got six more at home. I’m intimately familiar with the taste of dog fur.”

When I finished sweeping, I wrangled up my detangling oil and a stiff metal brush and set them on the table. “Alrighty Winston, let’s get you cleaned up.”

His owner wrapped his arms around the dog and lifted him up, setting him down gingerly on the table as I tried not to stare at his arms.

Maybe I should go on the date with whoever Jen sets me up with next.

I grabbed the bottle of oil and poured a little bit over the matts and started to work it in before looking up to the man. “It shouldn’t take too long for me to get these out… you can stay here or I can call you when I’m finished. Either one is fine.”

He looked down at his watch before giving Winston a firm head pat. “I’ve just got to run to Quantico. I should be back before you’re done.”

I nodded as I worked the oil through the tangled fur. “Not a problem.”

He grabbed a small card out of his pocket before scribbling something on it and leaving it on the table. “If anything happens, just give me a call.”

“Can do,” I responded before he gave an awkward nod and walked quickly out of the room.

As soon as I heard the office door jingle shut, I grabbed the card and inspected it. Sure enough, a phone number written in black ink. On the other side of the card, however, was something much more interesting.

Agent William Graham

Adjunct Instructor

Forensic Psychology

Suite #321

In the corner of the card, the FBI National Academy was embossed in silver ink. I ran my finger over the seal, finding it slightly raised and now, slightly oily.

“Damn Win, you’re dad’s an FBI Agent?” I breathed, slightly shocked. Winston just looked at me with big, confused eyes. “You’re a lucky pup.”

In all, it took exactly seventy-three minutes to get the matts out of Winston’s coat. It took a bit of sweat and tears (no blood, thankfully), but I managed to get all of his matts out without shaving too much. There were two larger matts near the base of his tail that needed to be shaved, but other than that, his coat was now clean and healthy. I gave him a little spritz of apple cider pet cologne and helped him off the table before putting his collar back on.

It was exactly seventy- seven minutes before William Graham re-entered my salon.

He burst through the door looking flustered, but almost immediately after he saw Winston his face softened. Winston barked happily at his owner’s feet and he scratched his head with a smile.

“Sorry I’m late,” he sighed, looking up to me, but again, not looking at me. “I got caught up in some… work.”

I waved my hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, we just finished up anyway. Winston is matt-free and all good to go!”

“Thank you so much,” he said, reaching into his pocket, “What do I owe you?”

I started to reply, but stopped for a second as I watched Winston wag his tail happily.

“Don’t worry about it,” I decided with a full heart.

William stood shock-still before responding, “I’ve got to give you something. I didn’t even have an appointment.”

I shook my head. “I’m serious. I’m not having you pay to fix someone else’s mistreatment. I’m just glad I could help out.” I replied, standing firm in my decision.

Finally, for the second time that day, I caught his eyeline. He looked even more weary than he did when he came in earlier. Curiously, I found myself wondering what had happened in the last hour and a half that could drain someone like that.

He seemed to search my eyes like I searched his, but instead of shying away, I held his gaze for as long as he held mine.

He broke eye contact before continuing, “I have to give you something.” He repeated.

Stubbornly, I shook my head.

He sighed and put his wallet away. “Well if I can’t pay you directly… how about I buy you coffee sometime?”

My heart skipped a beat. I had the intense urge to pinch myself, but refrained.

“Uh, um,” I stuttered, before taking a breath. “I’d like that.” I said with a shy smile, suddenly feeling very insecure. The butterflies in my stomach were having a house party and I felt like I was about to throw up or shit my pants or something.

“I get off work around four tomorrow,” he said looking at his watch again, “Does that work for you?”

I nodded, “Yeah. My last appointment starts around two-thirty so I should be done by then. Do you have any place in mind?”

He shrugged. “I don’t really have a preference.”

“There’s a cafe a couple doors down?” I suggested. “We could just meet here and then walk over?” I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks.

He smiled. “Sounds perfect, I’ll - uh - I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“See you tomorrow.” I replied as he strode towards the door with Winston in tow.

He opened the door, but turned before going through. “I just realized I never got your name,” he stated.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry” I fumbled, “I’m Tekla.”

William grinned one more time as Winston pulled on his leash. “Will Graham. Thank you again, Tekla.”

“It was my pleasure, Will,” I responded, as the door shut.

I was still for a moment; keeping a hawk-eye on the door in case, for some reason, Will walked back through. After a moment, I collapsed into my desk chair with a huff before grabbing a pen.

I located my calendar and wrote while whispering, “Date… with… Will…” Once finished, I set the pen down and leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. A thought popped into my head and I laughed out loud.

“Jen is going to be so proud of me.”

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constantcrisis19 · 1 year

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Hey! I've been following your stuff for awhile and I am obsessed! Keep up the good work and I look forward to the next time you post!

Also, I was wondering if you could write a fic where Will is sick and the reader playing nurse and just giving this man some much needed TLC.

Tender Love And Care

Will Graham x GN S/O

AN: Not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind when you requested this, but I hope that you enjoy it! Thanks so much for your prompt, I had fun writing this!

Word Count: 1,965

The last week had been a test of your patience, between Chilton claiming to have the infamous Chesapeake Ripper in his care, the death of one of his nurses, Chilton’s theory being disproved, the court case, Dr. Gideon’s escape from an armored transfer vehicle and now all the media attention, it was like a fucking circus.

At this point, you were running on nothing but copious amounts of caffeine and pure will power.

You tiredly shuffled into the already packed briefing room, feeling not unlike a zombie as you maneuvered through the crowd, muttering half-hearted apologies as you mindlessly bumped into some of the other equally exhausted agents on your way to the front of the group.

You had just gotten settled, having saved your most recent cup of coffee from being knocked out of your hand by a wayward elbow more times than you could count, when Jack Crawford finally entered the room, the crowd easily parting for him like he was a shark moving through a school of fish.

“Alright, listen up people.” He began when he came to a halt in front of a series of white boards, every single one of them covered entirely in case notes about, not only the Chesapeake Ripper’s greatest hits, but also Gideon’s own confirmed kills.

You knew every scrap of information, every little detail, every picture and notation on those fucking boards because you’d spent every waking hour over the past week adding to the steadily growing collection and meticulously studying every inch of data, like if you stared at it hard enough, then all the answers would suddenly come to you.

But alas, your job was rarely so easy.

“Our fugitive is Abel Gideon. Transplant surgeon. Convicted in the first degree in the murders of his wife and her family.” Jack stated to the room at large, his voice rough and tone serious, demanding nothing less than everyone’s full attention.

Though, even despite Jack’s commanding presence, you found your gaze wandering.

You lifted your cup of coffee up to your lips, taking a substantial gulp of the cooling beverage as your eyes scanned over the room, almost choking on your mouthful as you did a sudden double take when you spotted the man rumored to be Jack’s breadwinner.

“He’d been institutionalized at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, where he killed a nurse and claimed to be the Chesapeake Ripper.” Jack continued his speech in the background as your gaze raked over the dark-haired man’s figure, your head tilted in blatant curiosity as you watched him.

He was hunched over against the wall, as if he were trying to make himself as small as possible, the man horribly pale and dripping sweat, his curly hair plastered to his head and neck. He was also shaking as if he were freezing cold, which was a cause for concern since the usually comfortable room was actually a bit stuffy because of all the people packed inside, each tremor that wracked his frame looking almost painful.

Your brows furrowed with thinly veiled concern as you tried to meet his gaze, his bright blue eyes glassy as they nonsensically darted about the room, almost as if he were tracking something that no one else could see.

You glanced around to see if anyone else had picked up on the man’s odd behavior, but either no one noticed or they just didn't care because they were all dutifully facing the front of the room, fully focused on what Jack was saying.

“Dr Gideon escaped this morning after killing three people. He is armed and dangerous. He is believed to be at large.” Jack’s voice became muted as you gave up on keeping up with the briefing altogether in favor of scrutinizing Jack's prized consultant.

You knew that his name was Will Graham, that he was a special agent and he had a truly insane clearance rate, but anything else about the man was shrouded in mystery. Though, the lack of general knowledge about the man didn’t exactly stop the rumor mill from theorizing about his personal life, if anything it only encouraged the more chatty agents.

You took a peek at Jack to make sure that he was none the wiser to your distracted state before beginning to slowly move through the group of agents, working your way over to the fringes of the crowd and towards the wall that the man was inelegantly slouched against.

You earned a few nasty looks when you had to impatiently nudge at anyone who wasn’t shifting out of your way fast enough, and it wasn’t long before you had reached your destination.

You stopped about a foot away from Will, not wanting to make him feel cornered, but he didn’t seem to register your arrival, his eyes still wildly shooting around the room. You frowned, reaching out with the intention of maybe grabbing his shoulder or nudging him, but you hesitated halfway through the motion.

Your gaze briefly scanned over the other occupants in the room to make sure that everyone was still paying attention to Jack and was none the wiser to what you were up to, before you tried to get Will’s attention, whispering just loud enough for Will alone to hear. “Excuse me? Mr. Graham?”

The man still showed no signs of having heard you, his gaze still worryingly distant, and you watched the man tremble and mutter unintelligibly under his breath for a short moment before taking a deep breath and resolutely moving your hovering hand, closing the distance between the two of you and lightly resting your palm on his shoulder.

“Uh, Will? You’re Will, right?” You asked quietly as you squeezed the twitching muscles beneath your hand, trying to rub out some of the obvious tension there. Will violently flinched at the gentle pressure, causing your hand to slide a little further up than you had intended, your fingers brushing across the delicate skin of his neck.

Your eyes widened when you felt the sheer amount of heat exuding off the man, but you didn’t have a lot of time to linger on the fact that he was worryingly feverish because then Will was blinking rapidly, his hazy gaze clearing as his pale blue eyes darted over to you, settling somewhere near your forehead before darting away just as quickly.

“I- yeah. Yes. Did you need something?” He muttered as he removed his glasses and rubbed his hands over his damp face, sounding a bit dazed and confused, and you felt your gaze soften at the tangible exhaustion in his voice.

“Well, no, not really. I was just wondering if you were feeling okay? You don’t look too good.” You stated with a weak shrug, scrutinizing every little expression that passed over his face as you spoke. Now that you knew what to look for, it was glaringly apparent that he was horribly sick, if his flushed cheeks, copious amount of sweat, disorientation and fatigue were any indication.

"I'm fine." Will said unconvincingly, your lips pressing into a thin line as you watched him fumble with his jacket, trembling hands delving into one of the pockets and clumsily rummaging around for a few seconds before emerging with a bottle of what looked like over the counter pain medication.

The pills inside rattled as his shaking hands attempted to get the cap off, Will giving a low, frustrated curse that sounded a touch too desperate when he couldn't manage to successfully open the child lock.

After watching him needlessly struggle for a few seconds, you stepped closer, moving further into his personal space before reaching out to cover his unsteady hands with your own. Will froze, his eyes snapping up from your joined hands to your face, finally looking directly at you for the first time since you’d approached him.

You carefully coaxed his hands away from the stubborn bottle and twisted the cap open for him, tapping three of the chalky, white pills out into your palm before tipping them into the man’s unsteady hand. Will just stared down at the pills resting in the middle of his palm for a long moment, several different emotions flashing across his face so fast that you couldn’t keep up.

“Here. You look like you need it more than me.” You said, regaining his attention before you held your half full cup of coffee out to the man, assuming that the lack of something to wash the medication down with was what was causing the delay.

Will shoved the bottle back into his pocket before warily reaching out to take the offering, like if he moved too quickly, that the coffee cup would bite him or something. You couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your lips at the man’s odd behavior, Will pausing with the cup resting against his mouth when he noticed your amusement.

“What?” He asked a little defensively, but you didn’t take his tone to heart, merely shaking your head as he popped the pills into his mouth. The action was followed by a mouthful of the now cold coffee, the man grimacing as he swallowed before handing the cup back.

“Nothing.” You replied as you rested your back against the wall next to Will, your lips pursing when a thought that you couldn’t ignore came to mind. “You’re very sick. Any chance that you could take a day off to rest up?” You asked, thoroughly unsurprised when Will whipped his head around to shoot you an incredulous look in response.

“I wish.” Will grumbled bitterly as his features hardened into something alarmingly close to resentment, the venom dripping from his words catching you off guard.

“Yeah, I figured, but it was worth a shot.” You shrugged in easy agreement in an attempt to dissipate some of the tension that had descended over the two of you and you hid a smile behind your coffee cup when Will let out a breath as he realized that you were under no delusions about how fucking annoyingly stubborn Jack could get.

Nothing short of Will being on his deathbed would make Jack bench his best agent during such a high-profile case, no matter how ill Will was.

“Guess that means I’ll be seeing you around then?” You mused, the man looking startled by the question for a moment before his eyes narrowed, his calculating gaze scrutinizing you for what felt like forever, before he found whatever he had been looking for and the tight line of his shoulders eased.

“Yeah.” He replied as his shoulders slumped, like he was buckling under the weight of the world. You tilted your head at him, eyes flicking over his side profile before you offered him your coffee again. This time, the man didn’t hesitate to take it, sipping at the contents as you both watched Jack wrap up the briefing.

“Well, I look forward to working with you.” You stated with a genuine smile, pushing off the wall and letting him keep the rest of your coffee since you could just go get more whereas Will would most likely be at Jack's beck and call for the foreseeable future.

He looked a little lost for a moment, as if surprised by your kindness, before he pulled himself together enough to respond. “Likewise.”

You gave him an encouraging nod and a wide grin before turning on your heel, filling out of the room with the rest of the group once you were all dismissed in order to get back to your desk and go about your usual duties, completely unaware of the way that Will’s keen gaze followed you as you went, his hand clutched around the cup of coffee you gave him.

#nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #will graham #will graham x reader #fbi agent reader #takes place during season 1 #will has encephalitis #will needs a hug #and to sleep for an eternity #and a new psychiatrist #maybe one that isn't a cannibal #answered asks #request

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castrotophic · 3 months

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you know i kept seeing everybody's posts about hannibal baby trapping will with abigail but omg i did not see it until now... trou normand is genuinely insane... hannibal literally said ?? we are her fathers now????? and will was like yeah so true guess i have to lie directly to jacks face and be an accomplice to murder for you guys!! anyway the parallels between lawrence wells and will are driving me crazy rn as well bc like. wells' only act as a father was to destroy his son... and now will is a 'father'... and hes going to do everything he can not to destroy his daughter... im throwing up im insane... trou normand also made me hate jack crawford with such a fiery passion its actually insane. like, first of all he needs to take will off of duty because he is soooo obviously unstable and has literally told jack and hannibal multiple times and hannibal is like 'will you need to stop doing this to yourself' and alana bloom tells him again and so he goes to jack and is like 'hey im unstable and insane' and jack is like '🤨willllll do u need to tell me something bbg🤨🤨🤨' like GIRL he JUST DID please take him off duty... also the way he questioned abigail about nick boyle was sooooo not cool. like yeah i know she actually did everything he thinks she did lmao but i do NOT appreciate how mean he was when he actually has no real evidence that shes done anything. also shes literally my babygirl daughter and i love her and support all her murdering. anyway last takeaway from this episode is that i know hannibal is an insane psychopathic serial killer but ??

this scene??? lost my mind. lost my entire mind. hes literally her dad now. yes he does know what monsters are he literally IS a monster but like. this just makes me feel like he loves her. i have no idea if he does but ohhhh boy it sure seems like it. overall im totally rooting for hannibal+will+abigail to go have a little murder family and i know they wont but man a girl can dream

#also i want someone to hug me like that #would not complain if it was hannibal but yk #ill be so real during that scene i genuinely thought 'i wish hannibal was my dad'#i need therapy #just like will tbh #hmmmm wonder who could be my therapist......#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #abigail hobbs

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hamartia-grander · 10 months

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Will always be devastated Leon and Ashley didn't hug after the Saddler boss fight. I mean they literally ran to each other as if they'd hug. Is it so outrageous for me to wish for more found family affection or what

#Yes I know she hugged him after he was cured but he didn't hug her BACK okay I needed to see it.#WHY have them run towards each other if they're not gonna fucking hug??? WHY #That's his baby sister that's the kid he risked his life for and she's OKAY. She's ALIVE AND WELL #That's her big brother that's her hero who saved her life and he's OKAY. He SURVIVED. And he's saving her again LET THEM HUG #Resident evil 4 #Resident evil 4 remake #Re4 #Re4 remake #leon kennedy #ashley graham #leon s kennedy #Re4r

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iwasbored777 · 2 years

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The fact that the Love Square is complete and Adrien is fully open to date Ladybug or Marinette but Marinette is so traumatised from Strikeback that she won't let herself be happy knowing well that Adrien and Chat Noir truly love her is making me want to do some stuff to Félix but not those stuff Kagami wants to do to him but the stuff I read Art the Clown did to one of his victims.

#I would rip this mf in half my first ever victim will be a child a British one #I know Gabriel is worst one but what Félix did finally drew her crazy and scarred her so much she is tormenting herself #So I will make her and Love Square's problems go away by making Félix go away in pain and suffering #miraculous ladybug #Félix salt #félix graham de vanily #ml strike back #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #chat noir #Ladynoir #Adrienette #Marinette deserves better #marinette needs a hug

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rescuebotsoutofcontext · 1 year

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halamamamia · 2 years

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I not sure if it's funny but here it is...

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #dr lecter #will graham #alana bloom #jack crawford #hannibal is a comedy #hannibal is cannibal #will needs a hug #will needs therapy but not with hannibal #i think it would be funny

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funkymuppetfromspace · 2 years

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Hey everybody!

Sooo i just finished hannibal

Wow

That was…something

Could someone recommend me the best Hannigram fanfics? Is there any classics in the fandom?

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannigram #hannigram fanfiction #fanfic rec #fanfiction #what am I supposed to do with my life now?#i need a hug #fannibals

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kloug89 · 1 year

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Post-Coital Sadness - Naka-Choko 4

#hannibal #watercolour pencils #fannibals #will graham #hugh dancy #please give Will a hug #Margot needs better bedside manners #she saw he came she conquered #hannibal fanart

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palaugranetes · 2 years

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IG Caroline Graham-Hansen:

I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough. I’m sorry we couldn’t give you all what you’ve deserved. The win. The way you have all been with us this year is something I will be forever great full to have experienced. You have been our star player all season.

Thank you for fighting until the end. I know it hurts today. So when it soon hopefully passes, I hope you all are willing to try again, when the time comes and you have rested up well. Thank you so much. As a wise friend told me “its the lows that in the end gives you the high” #soyculé

#caroline graham hansen #caro #cgh #😭😭😭😭😭😭#I need someone to go give her a big hug😭🥺#la soy culé #fcb femení

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madeofbees · 2 years

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Her whole life, this woman was misunderstood. And all I can do is make sure her death isn't misunderstood.

—Will Graham, s1e12: Relevés

#oh will #my heart #will graham #nbc hannibal #s1e12 #my poor sweet boy #utterly destroying me with two sentences #we need hugs

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amorcitoooo · 2 years

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i'm such a hypocrite ! i said i love blood and my spiritual animal is hannibal fucking lecter but when i'm the one who is bleeding i cry like a little baby, c'mon

#hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #i think hannibal is disappointed #I'm will graham now??#will graham #hannibal #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #blood #bro #i think i need a hug from mads

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futureboy-caseyjones · 1 year

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Well enough. Nothing particularly bad has happened so it's a win for me -📘

Are you okay?!

#Do you need a hug?#Or a graham cracker?#Ask Casey Jones II #Asks #Bookie Anon #Goongala

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leqonsluv3r · 3 days

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husband!leon kennedy

—re!4 husband leon x pregnant!wife!reader, a headcanon list

based on this one-shot request

masterlist taglist

an: decided to give you guys this hc list since you guys liked the oneshot so much, giving you guys a little peek of what happens after the oneshot. i’m finally moved and currently unpacking at my new place, i’ll be working on requests and opening them back up soon. hope you guys enjoy, pls reblog and like if you do <3

husband!leon who buys you all the food your body deserves. anything for his wife and his growing baby inside of you.

husband!leon who helps you plan and decorate the nursery for your child. he’s just happy he gets to be a dad, especially with you involved.

husband!leon who drives you to all of your doctors appointments, always having tears pool in his eyes whenever he sees your guys growing child on the ultrasound.

husband!leon who always lets you pick whatever you want for dinner, even if it’s not something he wants. as long as your happy and you get what you want.

husband!leon who massages your swollen feet after you complain how much they hurt. rubbing your calves and legs just to make sure your comfy. he wants what’s best for you.

husband!leon who rubs your belly when you both are laying in bed together, pressing kisses to it and talking to the unborn baby. he knows the baby can’t fully hear him yet but he’s too excited.

husband!leon who helps you pick out stuff for the baby to wear after you find out the gender. cute little onesies and footies, stuffed animals and whatever else your heart desires. only the best for his wife and his baby.

husband!leon who hangs up all the ultrasounds up on the fridge like a kid displaying artwork, he likes watching his baby grow. he’s still having a hard time believing he’s a father even if the evidence is right in front of him.

husband!leon who will go down on you because you can’t even touch yourself, making you moan and whimper. he knows the hormones make you more susceptible and more horny, he doesn’t mind one bit. knowing he’s the one that gets to ravish you when you’ve been pent up.

husband!leon who loves the fact that he can still fuck you like your not carrying his kid, practically crying on his cock as he pounds into you, rubbing your swollen tits and pressing kisses all over your body, caressing your belly. he knows you love it, giving each other what you want.

husband!leon who is the king of aftercare, especially when your pregnant. he helps you take a bath afterwards. giving you bubbles and even going so far as to getting in with you and massaging your back.

husband!leon who watches you struggle with the simple tasks you used to do before you were pregnant. if you need something from a shelf because it hurts for you to reach, he grabs it for you. if you can’t stop crying over the most simplest things, he hands you some tissues and holds your hand. he’s supporting you the whole way through this because you need it.

husband!leon who lets you lay on the couch on days your not feeling the best, letting you watch whatever your heart desires. even if it’s something he can’t even stand like the bachelorette or some bad reality tv show.

husband!leon who watches you open presents for the baby shower. your happy, opening little onesies and gifts from your guys friends and family. watching your mom cry happy tears when you open her gift; your stuffed bear from when you were a baby.

husband!leon who watches you hug your mom, stuffed bear still in your hand and tears pouring out of your eyes. he knows that you have been dealing with a lot going through this pregnancy and he’s just happy that your getting some joy out of it.

husband!leon who lets you have whatever weird craving your wanting. even if it’s pickles and frosting or peanut butter and graham crackers. he lets you have whatever you want, within reason, letting you have the cravings that make you and the baby happy.

husband!leon who when your doing the dishes, your water breaks. he doesn’t think first, he acts. he gets the bag that he’d packed and grabs you. he’s nervous but he’s doing his best to push his own nerves aside and get you and the baby to the hospital.

husband!leon who practically speeds down the interstate to get you to the hospital on time. weaving through a couple cars and speeding, all the while your hand is squeezing his in death grip as he just tells you to breathe through the contractions.

husband!leon who gets you to the hospital in one piece, your hand almost breaking his where he holds it. letting the nurse guide you into the delivery room to get you prepped for labor. your eyes are wide with pain and nerves, leon just keeps standing next to you, holding onto your hand and pressing kisses to your head the entire time.

husband!leon who watches as you push, push, and push over and over again. your doing so great and he’s so proud of you, being able to bring a life into this world, he’s never seen anything like it. he just rubs your back, the doctor kneeling in between your legs and helping the baby come out.

husband!leon who watches as the doctor tells you the babies almost here, your exhausted frame trying to push the baby out the rest of the way. he mumbles praises into your hair and ear, telling you that you can do it. you can push the baby out, you can get through this.

husband!leon who watches you do the final two pushes, the doctor helping the baby come out. leon hears the small cries before seeing the small baby being cradled in the doctors hands, his eyes watering at the sight. he looks over at you and sees how exhausted but happy you are, your eyes watering just like his.

husband!leon who watches as the nurse cleans and swaddles your guys baby, bringing it over to you. your eyes crying big tears. the baby looks just like the both of you combined, having your eyes and his cheeks. he sits gently next to you on the bed, rubbing your head. he admires you and your guys baby, how beautiful it is. how you did it, despite you thinking you couldn’t, he knew you could.

husband!leon who gets to hold the baby for the first time while you rest, talking to the baby in soft whispers, the babies only soft coos in response. “i’m your daddy, yeah…yeah, i’m your daddy…” he murmurs and watches as the baby wraps the tiny hand around his finger. “so cute…so cute…” he smiles as tears leak down his face.

husband!leon who days after you’ve healed from having the baby, you all three get to go home. leon goes from room to room with the baby, showing it its nursery and giving it a tour, even if his child isn’t going to remember this. he does it all the same.

husband!leon who changes his first diaper in the days following, who does it with pride. knowing that all his practice of learning the past nine months are going to use. he lets you rest and sleep whenever you have time in between feeding and bonding with the baby.

husband!leon who loves that he’s a husband and a father, he gets to watch his child grow. he gets to have that luxury and it wasn’t something he always thought was possible. and with you, it’s more achievable and he loves you even more for that if it’s even possible.

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“Three is perfect, but four is too many”

Jenni Hermoso x Caroline Graham Hansen x child reader

A/N: Pretend that Jenni never left Barça <3 I’m also very nervous because I usually don’t write this kind of imagines.

Summary: You are a child, and your tummy mommy comes to find you after abandoning you and Mami for years

Jenni had always been so attentive to you. She was always making sure that you were comfortable. That you felt loved. That you knew how she proud she was of you, her little girl. Things hadn’t always been like this. When you were first born, Jenni wasn’t your only mama. You had another mama, but she had left you and Jenni in the middle of the night claiming that having a baby wasn’t for her as her career was on a rise. Jenni promised herself to never let disappoint you like that. She had brought you with her everywhere. To training, to camp, to press conferences. It wasn’t really a problem as someone was always injured, and you were so loved by the team. The same team that had seen red when Jenni brought you in strapped into your car seat and told them what had happened. How could their friend, their teammate leave her child and her fiance? But to Jenni, that didn’t matter. She had promised herself that she was gonna love you enough for two parents. She had made arrangements within the Barcelona team and was allowed to bring you as often as she’d like. You were her pride and joy, and if the team didn’t let her bring you? Then she would find a team that would. No medals could ever compare to the joy you gave her.

“Mami!” You giggled as you bounced up and down in her big bed. Jumping as high as your little 3 year old legs would let you while the bright morning sun shines through the curtains. “Ah, mi princesa! Come here and give mami a hug” she said as she reached out and caught you mid air while hugging your tightly. You loved mami hugs. They were big, strong and safe. Her arms holding around your tiny frame allowing you to feel little. “Si, mami! te amo mucho!” You giggled as she placed kisses all over your face. You loved mami so much. She was the best mami, always letting you sit on her lap, always allowing you to be carried, always stopping if you needed her and always protecting you from bad guys. “I love you most, my favourite girl” she said as she blew raspberries on my cheek causing me to giggle again. You liked how mami always had time for you, always saying how you were the most important girl in the whole work. Even more important than football, and mami loved football a lot.

“pequeña, how about some breakfast no?» mami said as she looked down onto you while stroking your already ridiculously long hair. You had long blonde hair, much like your tummy mommy when she was your age. “Si, si, si!” You said as you jumped out of mami’s embrace and ran towards the door as fast as your tiny feet let you. You were fast for your age, the teams physicians and physios were amazed by your balance. Mami always made sure to practice with you, always doing everything right. She would make little tracks for you to climb, jump and crawl through in a hidden attempt to help your balance. She made sure to talk to you early, allowing you to be able to express yourself from a young age. Mami jumped out of bed and chased after you. “Mami is gonna get you, pequeña princesa!”. You started laughing hysterically as your little feet rhythmically tapped on the wooden floors in the hallway. Mami quickly caught up and scooped you up while throwing you up in the air. “más mami, más!” You squeal as your innocent laughter rang throughout the house. Mami shook her head as she held you close and kissed your cheek. “Breakfast now mi sol, then we go to the arena and see aunties” Jenni said as she carried you while walking down towards the kitchen. Mami placed you on the counter to let you help with making pancakes. You loved when Mami let you help in the kitchen. Her warm embrace making you feel safe as eggs, milk and flour became pancakes.

“Alright princesa, we are here” Mami said as she pulled up in the big parking lot in your black suv Lexus. You squealed as you held on to your favourite toy. A snow angel named lina because it was given to you by your tia Caroline. She wasn’t your real tia, but you didn’t care. She was still tia. Caroline had been the most scared when you started joining the team as she was generally scared of children. You on the other hand, had always smiled as her even as a new born placed in your stroller or car seat next to the pitch. Caroline couldn’t help but love you. You really had grown into her. Mami hopped out of the car and got you out as she held you close while walking to the busy parking lot. People was always greeting Mami, but you didn’t understand why. You settled with the thought of that it was because she was the best Mami ever.

“Hola tia! Look, look! I bringed Lina” you said as you waved towards the Norwegian. “Hola lillevenn, hola Lina! I have something for you” she said as she smiled. You loved Caroline’s smile. It was crooked and funny, but you loved her regardless. «Wow, look Princesa, tia is spoiling you!” Jenni said as she sat you down and squatted next to you and Caroline. “You know how tia had to go to Norway? Back home to play football?” She said as you nodded attentively. “With tia Ingrid?” You said as you tried your best to remember. “Si, you are so cleaver lillevenn!” Caroline confirmed as she kept going. “And you remember how you had those really big feelings when I left? And I promised I would bring you something back?” Your eyes widened. Caroline had grown to be mami’s best friend, nobody would’ve ever guess that combo. You loved Caroline, and she loved you (and Mami) like her own. “Yes, I remember tia! I do, i do remember” you squealed as you jumped up and down with excitement. Your little blinker sneakers blinking rhythmically. “I got you this” she said a she pulled out a wrapped gift from behind her back. It had princesses on the wrapping, and it was pink. You two favourite things! “Wow! It’s prettiest tia! I hang up in my room!” You said as you bounced up and down with the gift not realising that the wrapper wasn’t the gift. “Mi Sol, you need to look inside the gift” Jenni said as she laughed and shared a look with Caroline. Your eyes widened, “there’s more?” You said as you carefully unwrapped the gift trying your best not to break the paper. As you opened up the paper, you saw it infront of you. A big polar bear and three reindeers. You had seen nothing like it and your tiny jaw dropped in shock. The bear was soft and cuddly, you immediately gave it a big hug as you kissed it nose. You picked up the reindeer set with two big reindeer and one tiny baby reindeer. You studied it closely from the packing. “You have horses in Noway?” You said as you had the box close to your eyes. Caroline giggled “no, no, lillevenn. It’s reindeers! It’s not horses. You can only find them far north.” She said as you nodded. You were like a sponge always sucking up any knowledge that people would present to you. “Reindeers? WOA-Like in ELSA AND ANNA??” You said as you looked over at Caroline and threw yourself at her. “Thank you mamma, you are the bestest! Almost as bestest as mami! I love reindeer and polar bear!” You said as you didn’t realise what you had said. Caroline looked at Jenni, and Jenni looked at Caroline both blushing. “Alright, let’s go to the warderobe, si?” Mami said as she stood up. You grabbed mami’s hand and Caroline’s hand as you walked in together.

“Look! Look! Ingri! I have white bear and reindeer!” You said as you rushed over to greet her at her cubby. She put you on her lap and nodded. “Wow, aren’t you a lucky girl solstråle!» She said as her eyes looked attentively at the polar bear and reindeers you had showed in her face. “Alright, princesa, do you wanna wear your sneakers or your cleats today?” Mami said as she held your bright tiny pink cleats up. You loved wearing cleats. You felt like Mami. “Cleats! Cleats!” You squealed as you rushed over with your new toys and your tiny pink backpack with pencils, a book to draw in, a book and your plastic animals. Mami always made sure to make you feel comfortable. She had given you a lot of jerseys. Probably more than 6. You couldn’t count so you weren’t sure, but you had a lot. Today you were wearing your pink jersey with your white shorts. The name Hermoso on the back. Jenni had changed your name as soon as she was allowed to, not wanting your tummy mom to have anything to do with you. Mami helped you put your cleats on as she held out your tiny team Norway Nike jacket that Caroline had gifted you when she went to play Finland. She had your blonde hair up in a bun and you smelled like sunscreen. You ran out on the pitch finding the spot where you would always be when the practice was taking place. It was a big blanket set up by the team’s assistant with water, apples and crackers so that you wouldn’t get cold or dirty. You sat down with a pop and took out your new reindeers from their packaging. “This is mami” you mumbled as you took the reindeer out of the packaging. “This is me” you repeated as you pulled the little reindeer out. You grabbed the last reindeer and looked at it for a while. Who was the last reindeer? Tia? Or Abuela? “This is tia” you said as you looked at Caroline and smiled. Caroline waved at you making you giggle. You sat there and played with the reindeers making them walk all over the blanket while you were talking to yourself. You loved when mami had practice.

The coach’s whistle was loud and you held your hands infront of your ears while it rang marking the end of the workout session. You quickly put your reindeers in your backpack at the speed of lighting according to you. You hopped up and grabbed the cuddly polar bear. “Mami!” You said as you got up and your feet started running. Your backpack in your hand and your jacket with Graham written on your back bouncing with you. «Mi sol, Lets get lunch!” Jenni said as she picked you up. Mami was all sticky and smelly, but you didn’t care. You just loved Mami.

As you sat on a chair next to Mami, you looked around you. Mami was talking to Caroline, Ingrid, Mapi and Lucy. You thought Mapi was a little bit scary, but she would let you color on her tattoos so you decided to keep it to yourself. You slurped up spaghetti and the red sauce. It was your favourite and the abuelas at the canteen would always make you an extra special lunch while the adults had salads and fish. As you were trying to slurp up a spaghetti, it slipped and fell onto your face. “Oh lillevenn” Caroline said as you looked at her in shock. She quickly grabbed her napkin and carefully wiped it off your face. “Gracias tia» you said as you decided you were finished eating. «I go play?» you asked as you looked hopefully at mami. She nodded and pushed your chair out so you could climb down. You grabbed your reindeers and sat down in the corner that the abuelas in the canteen had made for you with pillows and blankets. The pillows were soft and you suddenly felt tired, it was normal as it was your expected naptime. Your laid down and closed your eyes as you jawned, blinking slower and slower until you fell asleep. Drifting away into dreams about polarbears, reindeers, mami, tia, snow and this weird place called Noway.

“Ai no, go away! You don’t get to see her!” Your dreams were interrupted by the sound of your mami’s voice ringing through the hallways. You thought you were dreaming because Mami never yelled. She never raised her voice. “Jenni, pot favor, you can’t decided that! I’m also her moth-“ an unfamiliar voice pleaded back. “You don’t get to call yourself that, not after leaving us for three years. Get the fuck out of my sight before I kill you!” You sat yourself up and rubbed your eyes trying to feel more awake as you yawned. “Hola lillevenn, Come here! Let’s go on an adventure!” Some familiar said from behind you. You turned your head and as soon as you saw the person, she picked up up with one hand while grabbing your backpack and reindeers with her other. It was Caroline. You trusted Caroline. She was kind, pretty and funny. She also made mami smile and laugh, so that meant that she was a good person. She held you close, your face meeting her chest as she jogged with you in the opposite direction of mami. It had you confused, but you didn’t think much of it. Caroline had a hand underneath your butt and one hand on your back leaning you towards her. It was funny, Caroline’s jogging made you bounce making your laugh. After some running, you slipped into an unfamiliar room with a bench and the room smelled minty. Caroline shut the door and locked it while she moved towards the bench. “How about we read a book jenta mi?» she mumbled as she rumbled through your pink backpack. The book she pulled out was about two mom families. You loved it, you had gotten it from Ingrid and Mapi after you had asked if they were gonna get married. “Si, si, please! Read book Caro” you said as you popped yourself down on Caroline’s lap. She started reading while stroking your hair attentively. “There once was a girl named Clara, who loved a girl named Mia very much..”

Just when your book was finished, Mami came into the room. “Gracias, Caroline. So much. We are gonna head home now peanut” she said as she looked serious. You pouted because you wanted to be with Caroline. “Mami, i wanna be with Caroline? Can she come home?” You asked up and stomped one of your little feet. “Princesa, she has to go back to training” Mami said as she attempted to pick you up but you slipped out of her reach and hid behind Caroline’s legs. The tall brunette putting a hand on your head and picking you up. “It’s fine Jen, I’ll come with you. They’ll understand” she says as she kisses the top of your head. You all walk towards the exit, but not your usual exit. This exit is weird, and narrow. It’s not bright and full of players on the walls. It’s grey and the door has a green beam. Your thoughts cannot seem to understand why you have to leave through this exit. This exit dosent have the nice canteen abuelas waving at you. You don’t get to say goodbye to Ingrid. Walking out of this door is different. This different isn’t a good different. And you don’t understand why it has to be different.

#woso imagine #caroline graham hansen #jenni hermoso #caroline graham hansen imagine #jenni hermoso imagine #woso x reader

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