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Office Aesthetics - Obergruppenführer John Smith - 1/5

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@eigenliicht  liked for a starter (and asked to not have their heart pulled out of their chest)

    Pausing in front of John’s office door, Helen smiled gently at the scene beyond the panes of glass.  His back was mostly turned from her, enabling her to stand on the other side of the entrance unseen, and his eyes fixed on some file in his hands, fingers occasionally flipping sheets of paper.  She loved watching him like this, with some problem - not too difficult she hoped - causing his brow to furrow as he figured a solution, broad shoulders slumped slightly over his work.

    Finally, she lifted her hand, breaking the silence with a quick rap on the panes, widening her smile for a moment when he immediately turned to meet her eyes.  Quietly opening the door, she slipped inside before shutting it just as softly behind her.  The children, if they knew she was bothering their father, would come bounding in, believing that her order not to disturb him was lifted.  Lips quirking upwards once more, she crossed the space between them, heels clicking against the polished wood floors before stopping behind his chair, her hands moving to rest on his still uniform covered shoulders.  It was clearly enough of a problem that he hadn’t even taken the time to change out of it so her curiosity was peaked.

    Thumbs brushing against the dark fabric, she allowed herself a glance at his papers, not even long enough to make out a word, let alone what they said, as she asked, voice holding the slightest hint of concern, “ Is everything alright? ”

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Office Aesthetics - Major/Sturmbannführer Lawrence Klemm - 4/5

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My Tumblr Crushes:

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imhohenschloss

sovietorphan

rexblut

hctchered

somehcpe

soldiersdate

warwidowed

blessedmcther

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TMITHC ofc <3

Send me a fandom and I'll tell you - Accepting (I need a break, peoples... SEND ME FANDOMS)

the first character i ever fell in love with: Juliana... I just did.

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: Anne Walker

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: None

my ultimate favorite character™: JULIANA

prettiest character: *blinks* Juliana

my most hated character: Hitler

my OTP: Joe and Juliana

my NOTP: Joe and John actually... it’s... creepy.

favorite episode: UGH.  Off the top of my head... Sunrise (S1E2)?  Y’all know why...

saddest death: Known - Wagener, Unknown but very likely - THOMAS

favorite season: S2

least favorite season: S1, but default... BUT I LOVE BOTH

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: Um... I dunno who that would be?

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Nicole

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: ED

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: Juliana and John

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Frank and Sara

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    “ Don’t underestimate the lengths I’d go to just to proтecт those I care about. “

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[ braid ] for amy, from smith!

Soft Edition - Accepting

    Hands nervously work on buttoning up the blouse, not exactly sure about what they were doing.  Even though she knew there was nothing to be afraid of, her mommy and papa told her so several times already, Amy can’t help the little butterflies flitting around in her stomach.  After all, the first day of first grade was a huge step.  She’d be going to school, like her older siblings, and learning all sorts of important things that they didn’t teach the little kids in kindergarten.  Now, learning those things well and making her parents proud... that was the cause of her nervousness.  

    So absorbed in her little thoughts, she doesn’t even notice her papa until he put his hands on her shoulders, sending her yelping in surprise.  Any fear melted away at the sound of his warm laugh, voice teasing her gently for not paying attention.  He knew, she could see it in his eyes as he sits on the bed, sitting her on his knee as he talked all the while about his first day of school.  Between his large hands running through her hair as he turned it into a neat braid and his little tales of silliness, all the butterflies disappeared one by one.