YOU TWO SO WANT EACH OTHER

With Me

Will lingered in the hallway, watching the firelight lick over Hannibal’s arms, his face, the book in his hands. He made no motion, did not go to him and sit beside him on the sofa. He stood, breath held tight, wrestling with himself. He wanted to go sit there, but-

“Will,” Hannibal’s eyes looked up, then flicked towards him, turning his head to find him in the doorway, “come, sit down.”

And he’d been trying so hard to avoid detection, standing down wind and everything. Still, Hannibal had invited him, no point resisting now. He stepped forward gingerly, making his way consciously into the room. Here came the tricky part.

There were many seats to choose from, a sturdy rocking chair, a winged arm chair with its own ottoman, and the sofa, of course. Without looking too deliberate, too tense, without warning Hannibal, he hoped, he measured his steps and sat down next to Hannibal. He sighed with the cushions, making himself lean back in the posture of relaxation and stared into the heart of the fire, unblinking. He felt Hannibal start, pause, felt his eyes skip over the page, onto him, then back, afraid of being noticed for his watching.

“What’re you reading?” Will asked when he was sure Hannibal had read the page fifty times but not taken in a word of it.

Hannibal’s fingers hesitated over the page, trying to read for him. “The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám,” he let the pages fall open towards Will, “In translation, unfortunately. I plan to learn Persian to read it properly.”

“All that for a book of poetry?” Will mused, tilting his head back.

“It is beautiful,” Hannibal explained, “and deserves to be understood in its native tongue.”

Will nodded thoughtfully, “Well, that’s one project for the future.” He winced; they hadn’t discussed the future yet. At all.

“Yes…” Hannibal hesitated, feeling the elephant in the room, “if I find myself with enough time on my hands to-” He silenced abruptly as Will’s arm came down around his shoulders.

Will gulped, feeling like a high schooler on his first date, all stilted movements and anxious energy. Keep calm, relax; it wasn’t as though they weren’t both mature adults who had done this a million times before with other consenting adults. There should be no problem, no awkwardness, and yet… his heart beat in his throat like a bird thrashing at its cage.

Cautiously, Will stroked his thumb against Hannibal’s shoulder, almost to remind himself it was there, real and solid. Hannibal jumped, nearly dropping his book, “Will, your arm-” he fumbled, trying to turn to Will without turning in to Will and finding the proximity made this almost impossible. To look him in the eye he’d have to get closer.

“I’m nearly healed,” Will swallowed, his voice sounding high and foreign, “besides I should be stretching it anyway, so I’m not so sore. So the muscles… heal the… the way they’re supposed to.” He tried not to watch Hannibal, curving into him, pressing against him. He tried to focus on the fire as Hannibal gave in to the position Will had put them in with the softest sigh. It couldn’t be done.

Hannibal turned his head to reply and found his cheek brushing against Will’s shoulder. His eyes closed instantly, his lungs involuntarily inhaling. Will felt his bicep tense with nerves, there was a painful yank at the still closing wound, but he gave no sign of pain, transfixed on Hannibal.

“Physical therapy,” Hannibal returned abruptly, lifting his cheek, voice rough and low, “will be the hardest part of the healing process. It will be… lengthy and very painful for some time.” He licked his lips, trying to open his eyes all the way and failing, “You should still be resting.”

“I can sit here.” Will felt his hand come around Hannibal’s shoulder, palm flat against his arm. His body decided before he did that he wanted Hannibal closer.

“Could we… just… come here,” he mumbled, squeezing Hannibal to him with one long pull.

Hannibal’s last restraints broke. Before Will knew it he felt arms wrapped around him and a face pressed into his collar. Stunned, he put both arms around Hannibal and held him. Hannibal fit into him like a warm, heavy blanket, pressing against him everywhere he felt lonely. Though he’d been alone, he’d never felt lonely… until Hannibal. Only made sense that being with Hannibal could soothe that ache, maybe the only thing that might.

Hannibal’s hands skirted the edges of his bandages, wary of pressing too much, of being too much. Yet, he held tight, squirmed half into Will’s lap, as close as he could possibly get. Will could feel his heart beat, a skittering patter in reckless time, and he was sure Hannibal had no idea Will knew about it. The moment reeked of desperation, and yet… his arm curled tighter around Hannibal. And yet he pressed closer and yearned to feel Hannibal melt against him, melt completely.

Hannibal gave, he shuddered, he kept perfectly silent, but he shook like a leaf. Will held him close and never once thought about letting go. Hannibal gave so beautifully, he pushed and melted and succumbed so perfectly in his arms. This… this was nice. It was actually… really nice, holding Hannibal. He hadn’t expected that.

Will let his head fall against Hannibal’s, let himself breathe in his hair, press skin to skin, rest together like this. He listened to Hannibal breathe and slowly their breaths fell together. He lost track of time and was on the point of sleep when Hannibal murmured something in his ear.

“Whuh?”

“The fire’s all but gone, we should go to bed.”

The words struck a bell and cracked Will’s eyes open. He was still holding onto Hannibal, smushed together in one corner of the couch. “N-No, don’t go,” his voice croaked, groggy. The implications of it didn’t register immediately, too tired to remember to care too little.

Hannibal paused. “I won’t. But wait here, I’ll get some blankets.” His legs hit the floor and he slowly rose, untangling himself from Will’s arms with unfair grace. Will whimpered, freezing where his Hannibal blanket had been. He closed his eyes and curled onto the sofa completely.

Hannibal returned. He knew he returned because he felt warm again, he felt welcome pressure and weight on the sofa, covering him, slipping up beside him and into his waiting arms. Will’s lips lifted, pleased to be embracing Hannibal once again.

“You’ll regret sleeping like this in the morning,” Hannibal muttered into his chest.

“Won’t,” Will grumbled, one hand stroking idly at Hannibal’s back.

“We could sleep on the bed… still together.”

Will heard the request in his pause. His arms tightened, “Too tired. Drag me to bed tomorrow.” And he hunkered down, pulled Hannibal close, and silenced him for the night with a kiss.

angels-cake  asked:

The most annoying ones when they and MC finally become a couple, from most to least: Seven ofc, and Zen I think would be around the same level. Yoosung's somewhere in the middle, then Jaehee and Jumin. Thoughts? (I live for this blog btw, ily all ❤)

  • Seven is a bad influence, and it’s definitely 200% true that the pair of you are insufferable. Just. Awful. Nothing else to say - stay far away unless you want to be pranked, tricked, or experience severe shitposting.
  • Jumin is actually the next worst, believe it or not. You don’t honestly believe that someone would be able to become his partner without sharing his own, god-awful, sense of humour, right? Good luck putting up with these two. They’re rich, and they’re here to ruin your day with cats and bad jokes.
  • Zen and his partner are just as bad as each other. He’s just… So narcissistic. It rubs off on his partner. They spend their days telling each other how beautiful they look, and ignoring all those around them. They’re also both extremely stubborn.
  • Yeah, Yoosung’s next. To be honest, him and his partner aren’t much harm apart from the gaming that goes on in their household - Seven and his partner are absolutely elated when they discover that Yoosung’s significant other is just as gullible as he is
  • Jaehee would probably be the least annoying, and her partner, too. They both love each other dearly, but they’re also fairly down to earth, sensible people. They’re the most likeable, by far.
Did She Just..

by coipond

Clarke has been working at this doctor’s office for almost two years. Finally facing graduation she finds herself face to face with the new girl who is far too forward with her words. Clarke isn’t one to get flustered but with Lexa always talking the way she does, can you blame her? Lexa on the other hand wants to know how or why this new blonde in her life is making her work so hard. Pushing each other further everyday this is the cute story of falling, for Clarke Griffin and Lexa Woods.

Words: 1734, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English



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IMPORTANT

I want to say a few things because this seems to be a really big issue with a number of my friends:

  • it’s never too late to form a close connection with people
  • you could be a 3 year old child or a 30 year old adult or someone in their 70′s, there is always a chance that you will meet people that like being around you and you like being around
  • you might already know people like that that you aren’t even aware of
  • you don’t have to try your hardest to make a deep connection with someone, it can develop simply through hanging out and talking to each other
  • if you lose a friend that doesn’t mean you’re expendable. it just means things didn’t work out between the two of you
  • if your friends make new friends that doesn’t mean you’re expendable. they just met another person they like talking to
  • they might even want you to be friends with their new friends too so you can all hang out together
  • how many friends you have isn’t nearly as important as how good your friends are
  • you don’t have to be with your friends 100% of the time. sometimes you simply can’t handle being around other people and need to be alone for a bit. this is fine too
  • you don’t have to tell your friends everything if you don’t want to, and they don’t have to tell you everything if they don’t want to
  • friends should never force you to do something you don’t want to UNLESS it’s something to help you like making you see a doctor for a serious problem or stopping you from doing something that can cause serious physical or mental harm to yourself
  • you can be friends with someone even if you only talk every once in a while
  • you don’t have to always agree with what your friends say or do to be friends with them. people do stuff you don’t like, if your friendship is worth it you can all work things out between each other
  • you shouldn’t be the only one doing all of the work in a friendship, but if the other person is in a mental state where it’s really hard to do anything with other people no matter how much they want to then try to have some patience with them. if they’re just being lazy or don’t care then talk to them about it or break things off with them
Did She Just..

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by gabcoiro

Clarke has been working at this doctor’s office for almost two years. Finally facing graduation she finds herself in the presence of the new girl who is far too forward with her words. Clarke isn’t one to get flustered but with Lexa always talking the way she does can you blame her? Lexa on the other hand wants to know how or why this new blonde in her life is making her work so hard. Pushing each other further everyday this is the cute story of falling, for Clarke Griffin and Lexa Woods.

Words: 1734, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English



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anonymous asked:

My crush and i have been talking (as friends) for like two weeks but I've known him for about a year and i really think he might like me back but we're both so shy. Its going slow which I like but i just want to kiss him i like him so much

i think you should try telling him about your feelings for him as like you said he probably feels the same way but is to shy to say anything. and if neither of you say anything to each other about it nothing will ever happen if that makes sense. i hope this helps in some way :)

anonymous asked:

I catch your glances and I want so badly for you to approach me but I'm too shy to even look back at you for more than a nanosecond. I hope we get to have an activity together soon just so we can get to know each other, and I hope even more that this is a two-way thing because man, I'm through with the one-sided shit.

Go on/off anon and pretend were the person you want to talk to and get everything off your chest

it feels so weird to me seeing relationships with some age gap called “abusive”. my parents have 9 years age gap. two of my coworkers dating have 8 years age gap. sure, i myself wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with someone that much younger or older than me, but i honestly don’t see anything wrong with it if it’s 100% consensual and both sides are of age and treat each other as equals.

Did She Just..

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by coipond

Clarke has been working at this doctor’s office for almost two years. Finally facing graduation she finds herself face to face with the new girl who is far too forward with her words. Clarke isn’t one to get flustered but with Lexa always talking the way she does, can you blame her? Lexa on the other hand wants to know how or why this new blonde in her life is making her work so hard. Pushing each other further everyday this is the cute story of falling, for Clarke Griffin and Lexa Woods.

Words: 1734, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English



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So you two had that thing where you see a girl from across the room and go, “I’m making her my BFF.”

Jackie: Yeah! I’ve done that before and that was it. I definitely marked her. I didn’t want anyone to be her friend but me.
Diane: You know what some animals do — how they pee on each other and mark their territory? It was like she sat on me and said, “You’re my bitch now.”
Jackie: Pretty much. And she accepted it.

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retro superhusbands

I don’t get Tumblr’s version of gay people. Like those people who say “Hello, my name is gay and I love cock. My hobbies are gay. Being gay. Gaying things up. Thinking about being gay. Turning everything gay. Why would you even want to be straight *hand flap* when you can be gay like me *ejaculates rainbows into a school playground* omg these two dudes in this cartoon vaguely looked at each other they must putting their wieners in each other’s buttholes teehee gay. Now I’m going so sin sin sin by drawing these two cartoon characters as gay gay gay mmmmmm so sinful teehee” 

Like isn’t that literally everything homosexuals have strived to not be seen  as over the last several decades? Like wasn’t one of the major points of the gay rights movement that your brother or your friend or that chick you stood behind in line at the checkout or whatever could be gay and you wouldn’t know it because there’s nothing intrinsically spectacular about it thus there’s no reason to fear or abhor it? 

It’s like if black people went around talking in ebonics, calling everyone “mammy” and acting like something from a minstrel show which considering all the stupid shit Black Lives Matters have done, we may live to see that day. 

Basically it’s gone from “Treat us the same because we’re no different than you” to “Treat us specially because we’re completely different from you.” These Tumblr fucks aren’t helping anyone and no amount of reblogging John Oliver or Anita Sarkeesian is going to change that. 

When They Wanna Cuddle
  • Jumin:He would grab your wrist and pull your body close to his, then whisper in your ear how desperately he wants to be close with you.
  • Jaehee:Reads a book in bed and then asks you if you want to read with her, then you two just end up holding each other and discussing your day and plans.
  • Yoosung:He seriously just tugs on your sleeve and embraces you, then mentions how cold it is. He offers you his hoodie and then takes you to bed.
  • Zen:He insists that he saw you shake just once and makes it clear that he will do anything he can to keep you warm. So he gives you super warm clothes and cuddles you tightly on the couch. You guys watch some fluffy romance movies Zen stared in :3
  • 707:Gets like a puppy dog and sorta begs for you to come cuddle with him. He gets the little robo cat to help him, just so he can feel your body close to his. You finally give in and the two of you cuddle together whilst the robo cat keeps track of things.

So I was just thinking about those posts you get in the Discworld tag about the way belief works on the Disc and how Vetinari and/or Vimes is so integral to the way Ankh-Morpork works that they might just sort of… not ever die.

You know, the ones like ‘Vimes is going to become a god of policemen and he’s going to hate it”.

Well. What if it happens to both of them? There are two parts to the city, after all. ‘Proud Ankh’ needs taking down a peg or two (or seven) by Sam Vimes, and if anyone can terrify ‘pestilent Morpork’ into being better then it’s Havelock Vetinari. And they can drive each other mad with stealth puns for centuries, if they want.

Also, this would potentially make them literally Law And Order, and that just seems very fitting in a way that would probably annoy them both.