danvers/van hopper. you may not like it. but this is what peak shipping looks like
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A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.
— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
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Just finished Rebecca (1940), Hitchcock.
I love X Reader stories.
Maxim really is just a pretty face …
For someone from old money who cares about saving face; he really doesn’t know how mobey and power work huh?
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@viralcure continued from ( i )
never expected to be a dying person again. when she searched the files for someone capable. as capable as her own parents. it end up this person. one she could trust because next to her name was two people she knows best. one that wouldn’t kill or just experiment her to death. the blonde nervousness unhidden, ton of weight rounds her shoulder.
sharp exhale prior explain , find words easier when stare back into kind orbs. hopeful even. “ month and half, I thought it was age working even on me at first but in it is own unique way. then the pain last. the pills worked temporarily now I’m upgrading it. i don’t know what to do , what is this “ brow furrowed yet determined. no fear just fury towards this world for hate she doesn’t deserve.
“ if this was what i think it is, even if i died. i want you to extract as much information from me “
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Rebecca is an avatar of The Web
The narrator is an avatar of The Eye
Maxim is an avatar of The End
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Alessio Boni as Maxim de Winter, Cristiana Capotondi as Jennifer and the Gun in Rebecca, la prima moglie (2008)
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Jason slowly entered the hotel room. It was upscale, perfect the occasion of dating for a year now. The room was symbolic for how special this event would be. At least for him. This whole night was truly about his needs, having wanted to watch his partner with someone, able to see different angles of Rebecca’s body. Taking in her reactions in ways he couldn’t before. There was something about the anxiety he would feel from it that added to the eroticism of it. Jason had enjoyed every bit of his time with Rebecca, making it one of his longer relationships. No one else could really handle his libido, aside from her. It made sense, considering her profession, having met as she danced one night. But that truly did blossom into something more than a simple exchange of sexual entertainment for cash. So much so that he admitted to a kink of his to her after a year of dating. Something that had itched the back of his brain since he could remember. It made perfect sense that it would take over his fantasies, constantly entering his thoughts when with her. He hated how much it excited him. But after taking the plunge of vulnerability, and revealed it to Rebecca, it was clear she would play it out for his . At the same time, it all felt so natural to him. Rebecca was stripper, this was like that, just the next level of such voyeurism, he thought to himself. Mason didn’t know much about the man – he told her it didn’t matter who she chose. Mason entered the room, knowing Rebecca had already shown up with the man, a true present that Mason would be unwrapping. He could see the bedroom light on of the hotel room suite, signaling to him to enter.
Inside was Tucker, standing there with Rebecca in the hotel room suite bedroom. Soft lighting illuminated the room, setting the mood for what the night had planned for the three of them. Tucker was a massive human. nearly 7 feet tall, with muscle atop muscle. He had on something casual, a white t-shirt and athletic shorts. Something he could both wear to the gym, or to go grab something to eat. But this was a special night. Rebecca had asked him to do something for her boyfriend. At first, he was skeptical, but as she explained it. It sounded fun, albeit a challenge.
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Rebecca: See that guy over there?
Enid: Which one?
Rebecca: The blonde guy over there. He makes me fall in love.
Enid: He’s, like, the biggest idiot of all time.
Reggae Fan: You guys up for some reggae tonight?
Rebecca: OK, you’re right.
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Just saw a list of recommendations for alt watches instead of wuthering heights and Rebecca was on the list and idk anything about wuthering heights and idk how bad it could possibly be but I would rather eat a horse drawn cart whole then shoot myself in the fucking face than watch Rebecca again
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Rebecca: This is so bad it’s almost good.
Enid: This is so bad it’s gone past good and back T
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I love Raymond and Rebecca’s relationship soooo much
He is calm until it comes to her.
She is stubborn but mellows down for him.
They are a match forged in hell.
I like how she demands answers from him until he breaks. Even though he acts a bit distant, he will always give in to her.
Only for her.
[[MORE]]I bet he noticed her during his lectures, she would go to every one of his classes without fail. Come in early and talk to him, give him her undivided attention during class, and stay after classes to ask more questions.
She isn’t taking his time for granted either, she had only ever asked insightful questions,
What would happen to bodies that had scarring?
How to close open wounds to the state of scarless skin?
She loved learning and her enthusiasm was contagious, some days he would walk into the mortuary with a smile on his face thinking about Rebbecca. Zoey would notice of course, “who’s the lucky lady that got you smiling like that?” and he would always reply non comital, “nothing much,” but she noticed her boss who never smiled, who never seemed happy, who always wore a grim expression on his face, finally gained some light. Some semblances of normalcy in this lonely life.
He would think about the green eyes that would like when asking questions.
Asking questions that he never minded answering. He never knew when he fell for her, but he fell hard. He didn’t really realize it until she graduated, and he had actually offered her a job with him.
A position he thought he would keep empty. A position that had only brought him misery, years of grief, losing someone because of his own short comings. But he couldn’t stay away from her.
Her presence was addicting, he felt lighter day after day, because of her and he didn’t want to let go. Letting go means the only thing that he loves in his life is gone, and he just wants to be selfish, at least once, just with her. He has to put her through hell, maybe they can do it together rather than being alone. He knows she has gone through horrific stuff, she broke down one night, the night before she graduated.
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Here are some more of my posts for this fandom:
A few concepts I like about the mortuary assistant
Jealousy? (You don’t need to be.) pt.1
Jealousy? (You don’t need to be.) pt.2
Shame (I can’t feel it when I’m around you)
Shame (I can’t feel it when i’m with you) pt.2
Somethings in The Mortuary Assistant
And here is the master list of all my posts & Fandoms:
