Fuckin wattpad cropping my covers out of place
Boy x Boy
I do short stories with the reader inserted in or replacing a character in the movie, basically re-telling the movie just with different scenes and the slashers being lovey dovey with the read...
"Class, I want this to catch my attention. This report essay will be 40% of your final grade. Challenge yourself and step out of your comfort zone. You all have very bright minds and will change the future and some of you will be likely to save lives with some of your skills" The professor looked over at me and smiled before looking back to the class. "My class for the next 2 weeks will be shortened by a hour or two depending on the day. For the next 2 weeks I want you all to go beyond your limits and let me give you all a passing grade in my course. The due date is June 6th. Class dismissed." He ended his motivational speech and dismissed us. I gathered my stuff and was already thinking of ways to go 'beyond my limit' in Mr. Burke's psychology class that I have been taking for the last almost 4 years. I will be earning my undergraduate degree in psychology on June 14th!!! Then I'll be able to receive my bachelors degree in another 2 years!! Right before I was going out the door my professor waved me over. I went in front of his desk as told. "Yes?" "Y/n. Please take my speech seriously. I know you did but I want you to be thinking about it. You are one of the most brightest students I have ever had in the last 26 years. I know as of now you would pass my course with flying colors but this will get you so far ahead for the next 2 years- maybe even get your bachelors in 6 to 8 months after graduation! So take my advice and do good work out there" he said with his hands on my shoulders. I stared at him in awe at what I just heard. "Th-Thank you so much Mr. Burke!!" I hugged him smiling and left with my mind crowded with ideas.
I sat there. In bed. With my laptop in my lap. Hah guess that's why they call it a lap-top. I was looking at old news articles at 2 am hoping to find something interesting and beyond my limit. I then came across a news clipping....
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Hannibal Lecter... I thought with my eyes closed before my hands slammed onto my keyboard with excitement. "This is perfect!!" I squealed and opened up my notebook with a pen in hand and wrote in big lettering 'HANNIBAL LECTER' at the top. I typed the most famous name into the search engine and soon got lost in Wikipedia pages and old news recordings about the cannibal. I wrote down every little bit of information I found intriguing and unique into my notebook and even the address of the asylum he has spent the last 8 years at. Then a lightbulb above my head lit up. I SHOULD CONSOLE HIM!!! Oh my god!! This will FOR SURE give me a head start for my bachelors degree!!! A soon to become psychologist has a session with a cannibal psychiatrist that pleaded with insanity!!! I'm on a god damn roll!
"Sorry kid we don't just let anyone in here" the security guard said blocking me from making my way to Dr. Hannibal. I sighed and brushed my hair back and shifted the weight of my notebooks and folders in my arms. "Oh c'mon!! I'm sure Dr. Hannibal would be thrilled to have a visitor!! Maybe even amused... who knows from him. But please Mister I'll listen to all the rules! I just want to ask him a few questions for my essay report." I insisted. "..I'll see if Hannibal would like a visitor right now" he rubbed his eyes and went to Hannibal's cell leaving me in the small lobby area. I was nearly jumping up and down in excitement. "He said you could come" the guard came back and I almost did a fist pump in the air but stopped myself. He only sighed as I walked through the gate separating the lobby from the prisoners. He closed it behind me, locking it with a jet only he had. I gulped nervously and began walking down the hallway. I couldn't help but glance at the other clinically claimed psychos. Yup they were batshit crazy. I finally made it to the last cell where instead of strong metal bars to keep the prisoner contained it was bullet proof glass with little air holes at the top.
"Hello" a deep voice that sounded accented greeted. A shiver went up my spine making me rethink my recent decisions. My eyes glide down to the actual glass cell to see the one and only Hannibal Lecter. "Ah Uh Hi Dr. Hannibal Lecter.." I answered. My eyes went over to the desk he had and had pictures spread out, very well detailed pictures. "I hope I didn't intrude on any of your hobbies" I spoke and cleared my throat. He looked amused almost at my nervous glancing around the now claustrophobic hallway. Since when did this hall get so tight? When did the patients get so silent? Everything felt far away like an echo up in the mountains. "I heard you wanted to ask me a few questions for your.. class essay. Tell me, what are you studying?" Hannibal began the conversation willingly. "Oh I'm... I'm studying psychology. I'm supposed to get my undergraduate degree in about 6 weeks and I wanted to ask you a few questions for my essay... about.. you." My words grew quiet, the burst of new confidence dying out rather quickly. "How nice. Your final assessment about me. And how ironic. A soon to be psychiatrist counseling a cannibalistic ex psychiatrist for an essay that will get him his degree." Hannibal said. Jesus why is his voice so soothing and comfortably deep. "Y-Yes... I guess it is ironic" god damn that stutter of mine. "Now did you have questions or not?" Hannibal asked after a few moments of silence. "Oh r-right.." I mumbled and flipped through the notebook that I've been writing in all night and early morning. Hannibal suddenly smiled. "Don't be nervous Y/n. That's the rule you should focus on when you one day have your own patients" he said ending his statement with a deep chuckle. God that was so fucking sexy- WHAT THE FUCK NO I scolded myself in my head. I bit my bottom lip and shakily nodded at the Doctor's tip. "What... What persuaded you to act on these violent thoughts when you first started to eat.. h-humans." I couldn't help but stutter. I mean I could feel his eyes constantly gliding all over my body! "What's got you so sweaty dear? I'm not scary am I?" He asked. I looked up and all I could see were those light blue eyes, pale, full of the victims he slaughtered mercilessly. And god damn that was hot. "Pl-Please answer the question Dr. Hannibal" it sounded like I was pleading- begging him to answer the question and to ignore the tension in the space between us. "Love, call me Hannibal. And I think I'll answer your question whenever I feel like it" he grinned. I couldn't look away from his eyes at all. My breathing was off as I searched this overworked brain of some kind of answer. I think this was a bad idea.. "I-I'll be leaving now Dr- I mean.... Hannibal" I gathered my messy stack of shit and began walking off making me feel less dizzy as before. "Do come back Love! You wouldn't want a F on that assignment of yours!" I heard him shout. "I'll think about it" I whispered to myself. Oh he is beyond my limit
