#thread: graham

[lovepctions]

GRAHAM LET OUT A LOW LAUGH, catching the eye of a few nearby guests who glanced over, curious. He leaned in, but kept his tone light. "Now, why would I do something as unrefined as that?" he murmured, tracing the rim of his glass thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on her face, taking in every minute crack in her carefully crafted mask. "But you’re right—I am curious. I want to meet the man that, no matter what you say or do, gets to have you for the rest of his life. How did he get so lucky?"

He paused, savoring the moment, the thrill of pushing just enough buttons to see if she’d snap. "Hey, if you're worried she'll take your spot in the headlines," he shrugged, a mock-apologetic smile on his face, "I promise I’ll keep her on a short leash."

❝I‘VE BEEN IN THE INDUSTRY for a long time. I have a good judgment whether a newbie can make it or not.❞ Truthfully, Valentina‘s judgment was far from objective, her opinion formed with jealousy and vitriol. She looked away and sipped her champagne, needing a kick of liquor to endure this meeting. It was tempting to go to the bar to get something stronger. ❝Why would you care about where he is? Are you trying to be funny by meeting him and introducing yourself to him?❞ she scoffed, pursing her lips.

[hannibal-is-my-comfort-show]

Will posting shit like this when Hannibal goes on work trips purposely to piss him off:

[asthedewrots]

"Quid pro quo. I tell you things, you tell me things."

“I don’t think you really want that,” the man spoke half-attendedly as he hefted an axe over his shoulder and watched the head descend onto a log before him, splitting it in two with a loud crack.

He paused there for a moment, as if waiting for the noise to fizzle from his ears, before adjusting the chunks of wood left behind and repeating the process. His actions—his methodicality—read more as a warning than an act of genuine chore or errand—like when a wolf notices you’re watching, and tears the leg off of its resident deer carcass a little more violently than usual.

Or it could’ve meant nothing at all.

“I wouldn’t go sniffing up the wrong trees like that. Not around here.”

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Thud.

“But I’ll humor you once.”

He let the head of the axe drop into the dirt next to his boot, a calloused hand remaining on the end of the handle and positioning it against his leg as if it were a cane. Yet, despite all this movement and subtle warning, he did not make eye contact, gaze instead directed towards the cold, sunless sky.

“What do you want to know?”

[lovepctions]

graham felt like a failure. he'd thrown his career and life away for a hedonistic lifestyle and it skyrocketed him back to the bottom. he hoped visiting his hometown would help him clear his head, but it reminded him that now he was a nobody. "you don't have to lie, tanya. i know that i'm not worth much anymore."

open: m/nb connection: any plot: one direction lyric starter

"But do you really want to be alone?" Tanya asked softly, stepping closer. "I know things are complicated, but shutting yourself off isn’t going to help. You don’t have to face this by yourself. I’m here for you, and I always will be."

[grahamcarmen]

[it-was-real-for-me]

rip hannibal lecter you would've loved the omelette scene in phantom thread (2017)

[may-ihavesome-bubbletea]

[troythecatfish]

[dearsgcd]

⸻    tiny  puffs  of  white  air  blew  out  past  garrett's  lips  while  he  stood  before  logan.    a  beaming  smile  right  on  his  face.  being  on  a  frozen  pond  just  reminded  him  of  his  childhood  when  he'd  spend    hours    on  the  one  behind  his  house  working  on  his  skills.  escaping  the  screams  and  detriment  in  his  household.  hockey  had  become  his  escape  from  everything,  especially  the  more  he  made  hockey  be  for  him  as  compared  to  his  father.  now  he  got  to  replace  any  of  those  pond  memories  with  his  friends.  realistically,  this  just  prepared  logan  and  garrett  for  when  they'd  be  playing  in  boston  once  they  graduate  in  just  a  few  months.

a  laugh  slipped  out  and  garrett  shifted  on  his  skates  while  logan  got  the  puck  into  formation.    “you're  telling  me.  i  think  wellsy  let  me  have  all  of  a  fucking  hour  to  myself  every  night  leading  up  to  these  damn  tests,”      he  joked,  bending  over  himself  to  rest  his  stick  down  on  the  ice  in  front  of  his  skates  to  get  ready  for  the  next  play  that  he  and  logan  were  gonna  play  out.  a  wink  at  the  other.    “i  know,  but  you  gotta  be  ready  to  play  any  position  when  we  get  into  the  big  leagues.  never  know  when  you  might  need  to  play  down  or  up  because  a  man's  down.  have  i  ever  steered  you  wrong?”     a  pause.    “don't  answer  that,  actually.”

continued thread for @playspuck

[stpdad]

he knows she only has eyes for her dad. but discipline was a key value alec grew up with. he can't just let go of every little mistake she makes, that'd send the wrong message. that'd mean she gets to do whatever the fuck she wants and that won't be tolerated. coming home and finding her talking to some boy he doesn't know will not be fucking tolerated. she brought this on herself, really. now he has her tiny body pinned against the bed he shares with his wife, her slender legs bent over her head, her holes all exposed and begging to get stretched out.     “     you think you can provoke your old man like that?     ”     thick bulge of his cock presses against his pants, rubbing against the thin fabric of her panties.

she might look like an angel on the outside but inside, she's all filth just like her father. she's long outgrown her interest in boys her age. proving his point, her cunt is drooling a wet spot on her underwear for him and he has barely touched her. his thumb strokes her through the lace, just to hear his girl whine some more before he slides her panties off her legs.  she really does have the prettiest holes he's ever seen — the kind of pussy her friend surely has dreamed of fucking while jerking off to porn and she's all fucking his.     “     you really are just a dumb little whore, aren't you     ”     he leans down, spitting on her bare pussy before shoving a pair of thick fingers knuckle deep inside her tiny hole, her walls clenching around them immediately.     “     don't you know these holes between your legs belong to me?     ”

dynamic , alec and graham › @sweetheartofmine › based on this post

[lovepctions]

AN A-LISTER LIKE GRAHAM HAD ALWAYS BEEN IN DEMAND, and of course, it was expected that he'd show up to events with someone on his arm. Ideally, that someone would have been Valentina, but with her husband still very much in the picture, it was never an option. Yet, no matter how many times he told himself to move on, he couldn’t shake the urge to ask her to run away with him. Instead, he smirked, masking the frustration gnawing at him. “If it’s working, does it still count as trying, Val?” His eyes darted briefly to his date, who was too engrossed in conversation with the crowd to notice their exchange. “She’s cute, isn’t she? Up-and-coming model. Maybe you could take her under your wing. Show her the ropes.”

❝ARE YOU FOR REAL? ARE you trying to make me jealous?❞ Valentina asked incredulously. She had already ended their affair. She was the one who initiated it in the first place. She shouldn’t be bothered. Whatever they did with their life shouldn’t affect her, but here she was, confronting them like a jealous girlfriend.

open to: m / nb || plot: affair that just ended but she got jealous seeing your muse with someone else

[godstrayed]

muse: will graham ╱ open to m/f/nb. feel free to message to plot!

　The cold wraps itself around his achy limbs　as the gray insipidity infiltrates his bones. The crunch of his boots on the snow coated pavement is an echoing sound as he steps further away from the truck pulled to the side of the road, gently worn red paint and warm even with its shotty heater. In truth, Will had been looking forward to getting home as it was colder than usual and he wanted to let the dogs out before it was dark—plan promptly sidetracked when he spots a poorly cared for stray on the side of the street. A dark colored mutt with shifty eyes and an uncertain waver to its walk. Injured, alone, and pulling something tight in Will’s chest. He bends when gets a little closer, confident hand coming out before him to coax the dog forward. 

❝ It’s okay, boy. ❞ He says gently, ❝ I got some food for you back home. ❞ The dog doesn’t seem entirely convinced but it doesn’t seem entirely untrusting either. It’s funny how that works—the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb. It limps over and presses its wet nose into Will’s hand, exhausted and ready for someone else to look after it, so eager for contact and warmth of another. Will smiles sadly, ❝ Let’s get you home, buddy. ❞

Carrying the medium sized dog leaves Will out of breath and lungs stinging from the cold air. But the drive back to his farm house is short. The dog follows him more eagerly, more trusting, and interested when the many dogs tucked away in Will’s house go wild seeing him approaching through the windows. He opens the dog and they go running out, sniffing the newcomer, and others finding business in the yard as Will pushes through patting their heads as he moves to prepare their meals. The dogs eat better than him most of the time when he even remembers to eat. He steps out on his porch as he spies the dogs running around, peering at new dog once in a while to make sure he’s settling in nicely; currently preoccupied with the food, and Will shoves his hands in his pocket. Lost, abandoned, and alone. But certainly not anymore.

[siiinfully]

continued from this with @night-stalker-joe

“Only the strong survive Ashley, you know that.” He said as he readied the syringe that contained all that made Wesker, his powers and abilities. Having someone like her with his abilities would be comforting. He hoped that Ashley was strong enough to withstand it, he didn’t want to loose her.

She was about to tell him that she wasn’t strong, only for her to close her mouth and then nod. She’d survived conditions that most of her classmates wouldn’t. She learned the painful truths and came out more determined, and if she was being honest, she was curious about the power he offered her. With that, she pulled up her sleeve and turned her arm so that her palm was facing up, her fingers making a fist. “…do it.”

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @persephonyed

the office was abuzz with the excitement of friday afternoon steadily approaching, half of them eager to find whatever way they could to clock out early. graham didn't blame them, ever since he'd been slotted into his position at rutledge properties, he'd noticed people seemed a little wary around him. all except for the girl whose cubical sat parallel to the door of his office, which was probably why he was leaning in the doorway, eyeing her at one p.m. "hey, regan, someone told me you were heading to that house on hummingbird lane today, were you still planning on going?"

[aureliobarone]

a closed starter for @iqbabe where: the scholar's nook

By the time Aurelio had walked across that stage to collect the most expensive piece of paper he'd seen in his life, he'd thought he was done with books and studying. That was not the case, and Aurelio had gone about getting a library card with as much discretion as he could find. The library grew on him like mold on old cheese, though it had its disadvantages. No one ever expected anything truly important to happen in a library, however, and as Aurelio sat down at Ivy's table, he did so without looking over his shoulder.

"Sorry for the wait, Ivy," he said, pulling the bag off his shoulder and setting on the ground. "I know it's a weird place for a business meeting. Especially in regards to your business, but..." He trailed off. "Anyways! There's a work party next week and a plus one is expected. I was hoping I may... Request your company. For the usual compensation, of course."

[thcbclter]

"remind me again as to why i decided to become a doctor rather than an actor? i could be laying on a beach in caicos right now." instead, he was in a hospital, finishing two back to back surgeries. a knee replacement followed by acl reconstruction. "it's definitely not the coffee." he says as he pours himself a cup from the pot in the break room. as he takes a sip, his face screws up in what can only be described as disgust. "yep. definitely not that." // @torturedmuses