Hi, my name is Andrea, you can call me Drea, she/her, Aquarius, INFP, lesbian, I wouldn't know if I should label myself as a femme or just a loser, maybe both. I love Taylor Swift's songs and I definitely use her lyrics in some of my titles. My first language is not English. I'm from latam, so I usually go back to my posts to check that everything is correct.
٠࣪⭑About this blog٠࣪⭑
I usually write or think about writing about:
The pitt: Cassie mackay, Dana Evans, Trinity Santos, Victoria Javadi, Emery Walsh, Mel king and keep naming...
Hannibal (all media): Alana Bloom, Margot verger, Bedelia Du Maurier, Clarice starling, as a plus, butch Will grahan and Fem Hannibal lecter
House M.D: Lisa Cuddy and Remy Hadley (ofc)
Arcane: Sevika, my wife
Life is strange: Max, i love geeks, but i can write about Chloe and Rachel
The blue eye samurai: Mizu, tloml.
and counting...
Although I call myself as a pervert, I can still write platonic scenarios with any possible character from this list or any other character from the tv show/game. I am not a weirdo.
٠࣪⭑Things I don't do/DNI!٠࣪⭑
Straight ships, I can write about ships to a certain extent, but I don't feel entirely comfortable as a woman talking about gay experiences. In this house, we love age differences, but I will not accept anything illegal or fetishization of any culture, subculture, identity, etc. Any offensive responses, in addition to those that are obviously immoral or unethical, I am actually quite open-minded.
٠࣪⭑Small TW!٠࣪⭑
I have suffered and continue to suffer from anorexia and self-harming behaviors, and throughout much of my recovery I have written as a method of distraction or comfort. Therefore, I am willing to write as a form of venting about these issues, and for this reason, I am open to receiving requests in this regard.
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Building on the idea that Will likes fishing because he needs something to help him disconnect from life, and that it requires his attention and care when preparing the bait. I feel that her female counterpart would keep that same essence but would also develop a taste for shibari, spending hours learning the knots and the correct technique so as not to hurt her partner, and when applying it in an intimate setting, she would make sure to leave you completely immobilized so she could take care of you herself; she would even set up everything necessary to leave you, literally, hanging by a suspension knot while she traces your skin with her fingertips—trust and total submission, paradise.
I started watching Killing Eve because I thought it was some kind of Hannigram-style lesbian crime drama, only to come across a post saying it wasn't "queer baiting" but rather "queer waiting." Now I don't know what to expect 🙃
Maybe I just want to be Emily Prentiss's little puppy so she can take it out on me after a long day at work; wearing a dog collar with ears and a tail doesn't sound so bad when she's the one in charge.
For a little sweetness in life, imagine that Cassie had Harrison with you through IVF and that the whole custody issue never existed—all the problems stem from Chad.
She wanted a child with you, she got clean, and you had him. It makes me feel even better to think that Cassie has a Gock—let me dream
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I can’t stop thinking about Cassie McKay coming home after a shift at the hospital, too tired to even take off her uniform before having sex
Maybe she’d even put on a pair of gloves and tell you to get comfortable for a routine check-up. She’s not the type to mix her work with her sex life, but it’s an incredible way to escape from how awful the day was and play at being a doctor at home—even though she already is one!
You’d probably just be lying on the bed completely naked with your legs bent to give her better access, and Cassie checking inside you in the least professional way possible, because we know there’s nothing medically professional about groping a patient’s breasts during the exam to ‘check her heart rate’.
In the end, she’d end up pressing that spot inside you so repeatedly that you’d be crying when the orgasm hits you—bonus points if it squirts, it’s messy, and you both definitely loved the whole dirty business, only to end up watching a silly film and having pizza for dinner.
can you write a fan fic of samira x female reader wanting to have a baby, using ivf and picking a sperm donor, the reader is autistic and samira says she can carry so that reader doesn’t have sensory overload, reader surprises her by saying she wants to carry, even if she might shut down or have overloads, she knows she has samira by her side
My house of stone, your ivy grows and now I'm covered in you
Summary: Samira and you have been dating since she finished her year as an R3, so you’ve decided to start a new chapter in your lives and have a baby. Despite everything, she offers to carry the baby so you don’t get overwhelmed by the entire pregnancy process, but you really want to carry her child, no matter the complications, as long as you know she’ll be by your side
Warnings: mild mention of sensory overload, emotional overload; no reproduction fetish is being portrayed here—this is purely lighthearted. I’m not a doctor or anything close to one; I’m just a silly girl writing at 3:00 a.m., so please forgive me if this isn’t what you expected or isn’t accurate.
They had been through a lot as a couple—it was truly a journey they were proud to talk about in public. The way they could understand each other with just a glance or a light touch of their hands was enough to know how the other was feeling.
She, too, had a special knack for knowing when a situation was too much for you—a brightly lit room, a noisy crowd, clothes that were too rough—and she made it her mission to create a little haven of comfort and love inside your apartment.
So when you started talking seriously about starting a family, Samira was the first to jump in, volunteering to carry the baby.
“We know how overwhelming this can be and how tedious pregnancy and postpartum are,” she had said as they were curled up on the living room sofa, not really paying attention to the show playing in the background. “I won’t make you go through that stress when I can do it myself,” she emphasized, tightening her embrace to pull you close to her side.
Despite everything, you couldn’t stop thinking about how difficult it would also be for your beloved girlfriend, even though deep down you knew it was just a small excuse to mention that you wanted to carry her child.
The few times you visited her mother and her new boyfriend, he had insisted on showing you, for three hours straight, all the photos of little Samira in every possible situation—including the embarrassing ones.
You couldn’t stop daydreaming about holding a mini version of your girlfriend in your arms, with her beautiful eyes hidden behind thick black lashes; your heart ached just thinking about it.
Despite this, neither of you had much time to think about who would be the surrogate mother due to the multiple appointments and waiting lists at every possible clinic in Pittsburgh; that didn’t change much over the course of a few weeks.
But today, just today, you felt there was no turning back. You were getting ready for the first part of this terrifying journey. You were sitting on the edge of the bed you still shared, wrapped in the soft bathrobe they’d gotten so it wouldn’t scratch your skin. You just watched Samira getting ready in front of the mirror, not really knowing how to bring up the subject.
Despite your efforts to seem as normal as possible, Samira noticed your strange behavior as she watched you through the mirror.
“Is something wrong, honey?” she asked, sitting down next to you on the bed and planting tender kisses on your temple.
You turned to look into her eyes—those eyes you’d dreamed of seeing on the face of your unborn baby—and you couldn’t bear the thought of missing this chance.
“Samira, what would you say if I told you I want to carry the baby?” you said, lowering your gaze to your hands, still slightly damp, your face flushing with uncertainty and a hint of restrained excitement.
You lifted your gaze slightly to look at your girlfriend’s face at her lack of response, only to find the most radiant expression you had ever seen on her. She leaned in, tucking a few strands of damp hair behind your ears and giving you a long kiss on the forehead
“Sweetheart, that would be the most beautiful thing I could ever ask for.” She then covered your face with little kisses before pulling away to let you get ready. You sat there for a few seconds before starting to get dressed, a silly smile on your face.
You couldn’t wait for this.
The reception area of the office was quiet; the secretary was energetically typing in the information Samira was dictating to her while you sat on one of the plush sofas, reading a small brochure without much interest. Samira returned, sat down next to you, gently took your hand, and rested her head on your shoulder.
“Are you absolutely sure?” she asked again, making you laugh and causing you to snuggle up against her. You nodded vigorously, glancing up slightly every time a door in the hallway opened.
“Okay, okay, they said we’d be going in in five minutes.” You both let out a relieved sigh, knowing that from there on out, things would be an emotional roller coaster.
It had all been strange, as if you’d been in a little bubble during the first few months of the process. It was relatively easy compared to other couples, and in less than two months of treatment, the test had come back positive. The excitement hit both of you like a truck—you hadn’t even anticipated everything that came with it.
From one moment to the next, everything exploded—literally.
First came the nausea. You’d banished yourself from the kitchen during lunchtime because the smells made you sick, though of course, your girlfriend tried to cook things with neutral flavors and aromas you used to tolerate to avoid that sickening feeling in your stomach—despite your growing appetite. Despite her efforts, this didn’t save you from morning sickness.
You used to wake up very early just to stagger a little to the bathroom and end up throwing up everything you’d eaten the day before; even if you hadn’t eaten anything, she’d sit by your side, rubbing your back and holding your hair until the wave of nausea subsided.
She barely had the patience to stay by your side while you sobbed over how awful it was to be forced to vomit.
A small respite during the first two months was seeing the first images of your baby; you both cried a lot in the car.
By the fifth month, you found yourself lying down on any available surface more often than helping Samira with the nursery and the baby’s preparations; your back ached just from existing, and you couldn’t stand being on your feet for long stretches. on top of that, the growth and pain in your breasts were bothersome; regardless of your size, pregnancy had made them much more sensitive and heavy, though to be fair, Samira didn’t give you time to complain because she had already bought maternity bras to keep everything in place and always brought you a chair so you could sit near her while they prepared the baby’s room.
Although everything had been controlled and managed, there was something inevitable: the delivery came earlier than expected, long before you could have prepared yourself for everything it entailed. That little corner of your own world had exploded in an instant— the fluorescent lights of the hospital, the beeping of machines, the collective murmur of other patients outside—you ended up sobbing next to Samira, trying to block out all the noise in your head.
Time seemed to fade from your mind; you tried to focus solely on Samira’s voice whispering instructions in your ear during the C-section. You felt sweat running down your body and swore that at any moment you would fall apart piece by piece on that stretcher.
In the end, what brought you back to the world of the living was a small, sharp, and loud cry. You immediately opened your eyes, focusing right away on the tiny creature they were bringing to your chest. You sobbed chokingly as you looked at the little one and then at Samira—your precious angel had finally arrived and was already with you.
You spent a few nights in the hospital making sure that both you and your newborn son were doing well; it had been a difficult delivery, but after a few nights in the incubator, he was ready to come home with you.
Your family and friends were over the moon with the little one and showered both of you with countless gifts and attention; despite all the affection, the only thing you wanted was to be together, as a family.
Samira took care of both of you with incredible dedication; even on the days she was on shift, she managed to make sure you were both okay. At the end of a long day, the three of you would lie down together on the sofa, sharing warmth with each other and admiring the little being you had brought into the world together.
Even after everything—the sleepless nights, the crying, the discomfort, and the pain—you didn’t regret it, not when you had the two most important people in the world in your arms.
My favourite thought, one I always come back to, is the fact that, canonically speaking, Hannibal Lecter draws fan art of the people he likes. Let’s not forget the drawing he did of Clarice in 'The Silence of the Lambs', or the one he did of himself and Will Graham in the NBC series 'Hannibal'. Ddeep down, Hannibal is just a teenager who draws pictures of his crushes.
Summary: Silly headcanons about my beloved Samira Mohan, because I’m really sad that she won’t be with us in season 3
🌷͙❀˖° Let’s start by imagining that u two are the same age, OK? This woman is devoted; she might not be able to be there physically because of those gruelling hospital shifts, but she’ll definitely make sure you feel loved every second of the day
🌷͙❀˖° She’d leave little notes for you everywhere if you were sharing a flat – to remind you to eat, to take a break whenever you can, that she loves you and is so proud to be your girlfriend, that sort of thing
🌷͙❀˖° My girl is a huge fan of hot baths – I don’t just mean having a shower; this is a whole ritual. She has a whole drawer in the bathroom dedicated solely to storing bath bombs, candles, body scrubs, face masks and so on. She puts together a playlist just so she can relax in the bath.
🌷͙❀˖° Building on that idea, he might start treating washing with you as a hobby; he’d love to pamper you a bit by washing your hair or giving your back a gentle scrub, including a little massage
🌷͙❀˖° She’s definitely the sort of girl who bakes to relieve her stress; just picture Samira trying with all her might not to let her anxiety get the better of her at 3 am whilst beating butter and sugar together – not that you’d complain, though; her desserts are delicious
🌷͙❀˖° Also, I get the feeling she’s a real handy sort of person, in the sense that she likes things like sewing or making things out of clay – let me know if I’m wrong
🌷͙❀˖° A lazy afternoon for the two of you would involve lying on the sofa reading a book and chatting nonsense; you’d probably put on a silly TV series from the 2000s and laugh at the main characters’ absurd decisions
🌷͙❀˖° She’s the little spoon, I just can’t think of her any other way, I’m sorry
🌷͙❀˖° I love anything with a hint of vanilla, it’s very noticeable, but not overpowering – it’s actually quite comforting
🌷͙❀˖° I feel like she'd be the sort of person who has a whole internal monologue (sometimes not so internal) with herself when she's going through a row with her partner, first she'd think she’s entirely to blame for the row, and then she'd start splitting the blame between the two of us
Now, if she had an older girlfriend…
🌷͙❀˖° I’m not going to agree with Freud… but Samira needs a bit of love from an older woman
🌷͙❀˖° If you were a doctor at the hospital, she’d feel a bit guilty about getting involved with someone from work, but once I saw how many people from the A&E department were sleeping with each other, she'd tell them to get lost
🌷͙❀˖° Although she’s the one who mainly likes to look after people, my girl gets tired too (and can be a bit explosive if she doesn’t take care of herself properly), so she wouldn’t say no to a bit of affection and attention from you
🌷͙❀˖° I reckon that if you were a partner who was ‘a bit’ older (putting you within Abbot’s age range: 46–50), he’d love spending time with your nieces and nephews or the younger people around you.
🌷͙❀˖° In a way, she likes it if you’re a more physical person; she feels at ease when she can feel your hand on her lower back or thigh – it makes her feel supported
🌷͙❀˖° A huge fan of cuddles, she’d rest her head on your chest as you snuggle up together
🌷͙❀˖° Following on from that, she likes breasts, without exception – men with big chests, women with big breasts – everything goes
🌷͙❀˖° She would be nervous about introducing you to her mother because she wasn’t sure how she would react to the age gap between you, but then she would be even more taken aback to see that you get on particularly well and share some similar experiences
🌷͙❀˖° One way or another, my girl needs love and affection; she likes looking after people, but she also wants some love for herself – someone to give her a hug.
Note: Sorry for disappearing for so long, guys – I’ve finally found the energy to write something
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Guys, I’ll probably be a bit late uploading some of the one-shots I’d prepared because I’m going to be admitted to a psychiatric ward for a few nights. I hope you don’t mind, love u all
Getting back to Samira, she definitely has a thing for older women. As a fan of Mohabbot, I hope it works out for both sides. Besides, it makes sense—that poor girl needs some affection from an older woman.
Do you think Samira’s mom might be homophobic? I’m thinking about writing about that—maybe not homophobic per se, but maybe she’s just super picky about the qualities her partner should have, which could come across as homophobic, or maybe she just doesn’t give a damn and ignores them, making her feel three times worse.
Thinking about McKay being really good at cooking and like handyman stuff because she’s been on house arrest for a long time and got bored and learned a lot of skills to keep her hands busy and to keep Harrison entertained
Thinking about how attractive that is to someone like Javadi whose knowledge is mostly theoretical and erudite medical knowledge
they bounce around in my head like the sexiest pong game
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