#puppyman

[cimacally]

[thataintmebro]

ive been searching for this pic for so long i feel like a freak stalking his ig like that

what a gorgeous queen

[en8y]

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puppyman: a gender/identity relating to being a puppy, and a man; being a puppy while also being a man.

puppyboy: a gender/identity relating to being a puppy, and a boy; being a puppy while also being a boy.

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[tj-wrote-things]

Baltimore

Will Graham x Female!Reader

Warning: Strong feelings of inadequacy but thats it

A/N: She is long but very good in my humble opinion- enjoyyyy

Summary: Will wonders how someone can be so giving.

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Will woke up in a cold sweat, as he usually did. There was nothing new about that. What was new, however, was your calming presence in his little house out in the middle of nowhere. A home that was once quiet, save for the sounds of paws hitting the hardwood floor, and the occasional hum of a fan, was now filled with the sound of your jokes and laughter, along with your quiet voice, often soothing him back to sanity after a terror-filled night.

But at that moment in time, stretching on for what felt like forever, Will couldn’t feel you next to him, on the right side of his bed. He sat up slowly, still patting around the mattress for the feel of your body. Looking around with wide eyes, adjusting to the darkness, Will murmured, almost inaudibly, “y/n?”

No answer. He stood up, quick as he could, and made haste to pull on his night pants and robe. He made his way to the front door to look out the window if only to be certain that your car was still where you had parked it, rather crookedly, the evening before. He let out a breath of relief, fogging up the glass when he saw it in front of his house, along with you, wrapped up in your university sweatshirt, looking out on his dogs as they played.

More than ever, Will’s paranoia was beginning to show itself in the way he looked at you, as if bracing himself for the separation he was sure to come. Looking at you, Will knew that you deserved more than a man who could sometimes barely remember much of the time he spent with you. He knew that you deserved to wake up to more than nightmares and cold sweats. He couldn’t even begin to list the things you did for him, big or small. 

You brought him donuts when you knew he hadn’t eaten. You helped him grade tests and edit worksheets. You made him coffee like it was nothing, and you drove him wherever he needed to go. In the beginning, it was Jack who told you to drive with Will, all three of you agreeing silently, that a man with as fragile a psyche as Will’s shouldn’t be behind the wheel, at least not on its own. But now, it was so much more than that. You picked him up in the mornings, took him to school, and picked him up when the day was over to get him to Baltimore for his appointment with Hannibal. And after all of that, you drove him back to Wolf Trap, only going home to your own apartment in Vienna, Virginia when you were sure he was home safe.

Time and time again he had tried to convince you that you needn’t drive for upwards of two hours a day, believing full well that having only him for company in an enclosed car could only ever be awkward, but you always waved him off, rattling off some excuse about the drive being therapeutic. He knew it was crap. You already gave so much to him, that Will could never even bring himself to ask you what you did for an hour in Baltimore while he was in therapy.

Will gripped the cold doorknob and pulled the door open, causing you to turn sharply. You smiled a smidge when you saw your boyfriend’s face illuminated in the porchlight.

“Hi,” he whispered, breaking the silence of the night.

You patted the space next to you. “Hey, babes.” He came and sat next to you, goosebumps rising on his bare arms. You extended the blanket out to him, wrapping it over and around his shoulder. “You were conked out when I left you. Why’re you up?” His hands found yours, the heat emanating from then shocking you greatly. You scooted closer to him, basking in the heat he brought with him from the bed.

“Nightmare,” he answered. “You weren’t there. I got worried.”

“Worried?” He couldn’t meet your eyes. “Will, why would you worry?” He swallowed before he turned his attentions to the dogs.

“y/n. What do you do while I’m with Dr. Lecter?” You furrowed your brows up at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m in there for an hour, so what do you do? For all that time.” You shrugged, still studying his face.

“I dunno,” you said, tracing his jaw and nose with your gaze. “Sometimes I take a nap in the car, or I’ll go to a cafe. Hell, sometimes I just sit in Lecter’s waiting room and think.”

“What about?” Will finally looked down at you. 

“You. Work. The dogs.” You pause for a moment. “I think about getting gas, sometimes.” Will cracked a smile, small and nearly invisible. You exhaled and turned to the open grass again, zeroing on the lonely tree in his yard. “I think about putting some flowers around your tree.”

Will turned to look in it’s direction. “Tomorow, we can bring the flowers from your apartment balcony.” A gentle warmth flowed into his chest like honey at the thought of your flowers surrounding his lonely tree out in the yard.

You nodded. “Dogs better not piss on ‘em though.”

[hannigram-trash]

Get u a puppy-man who can do both

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[artclasshero]

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