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igetthedisneybox · 4 months

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Merry (late) Christmas @hannahhook7744!!!!

Consider this nebulously in the Hannah Hook universe, set after D3, where all the VKs have left the isle. Fiona and Noah are teens here. Sorry if this is really out of character. TW: Bullying, cursing.

Noah wandered aimlessly around the Auradon Prep campus, growing little flowers in the grass as he walked. Since he spent his formative years on a very busy, very crowded pirate ship, the sheer amount of nothing there was to do around the campus was both slightly over and underwhelming.

Noah froze suddenly when he heard what sounded like mean laughter coming from around the corner of the school building. Using his powers on the grass (still weird to him, even all these years later), he was able to sense that four people had walked this way, one on their own, the other three in a group.

Peering out from behind the school, what Noah saw was enough to make his blood boil.

His best friend since childhood, Fiona, was pressed up against the school, trying to shield herself against three Auradon kids, who were pulling and prodding at her distinct wings, laughing and jeering all the while.

"Are you sure you're a fairy, freak?" The only girl and clearly the leader of the group said as she lifted up the side of Fiona's wing. "You look more like a demon from Hell."

"Fuck off!" Fiona snapped, tugging her wing out of the girl's reach.

"She sure don't talk like a fairy." The biggest of the two guys laughed, grabbing the other side out of Fiona's grasp.

"Just leave me alone!" Fiona begged the three teenagers.

"Why don't you and your freaky demon wings go back to the Isle where you belong?" The girl demanded, leering over Fiona.

That was enough.

"HEY!" Noah yelled as loud as he could, trying to call upon his godly blood to make himself seem more imposing.

All four heads turned to where Noah was standing.

"I, uhm...you three...get away from her! Right now!" So much for being imposing.

All three Auradon kids laughed. The second guy, scrawny as a string bean, sauntered over to Noah, a smirk on his face. "Oooooh! Magic plant kid! I'm soooo scared! What're you gonna do, flower boy?" He asked, crossing his arms.

Noah was a firm believer that violence should always be a last resort, that talking things out was better than punching first and asking questions later.

However. Noah was also a firm believer that no one touches his friends and gets away with it.

With a flick of his hands, the roots of a nearby tree erupted from the ground, grabbing the scrawny guy by his ankles. Noah snapped his fingers, and the roots dragged the guy across the grass and up into the tree, leaving him dangling from one of the high branches.

Turning his attention to the other two, the bigger guy tried to bolt, but Noah caused the ground beneath him to open up, catching his feet inside of two sinkholes, rendering him unable to move.

The leader was bolder than her friends, and angrily stalked towards him with a hand raised to strike.

Before Noah could do anything, the girl was suddenly shoved sideways and onto the ground.

Noah looked and saw Fiona standing there, panting heavily, arms just falling to her sides from the push.

Thinking fast, Noah grew a bunch of flowers into his palm, and threw them in the girl's face to stop her from getting up.

He grabbed Fiona's hand and said "Run for it!"

The two friends ran out from behind the school, ignoring the shouts of the bullies from behind them.

Once Noah deemed them a safe distance away, they stopped to catch their breaths.

"Are your wings okay, 'Ona?"

Fiona hugged herself and nodded.

"Are you okay, 'Ona?"

"Yeah, I'm alright." Fiona took a shuddery breath. "Thank you. For saving me."

"Of course. You're my best friend." Noah grinned at her. "And plus, that push was really awesome."

Fiona blushed, trying to hide her face with her hair. "I just didn't want her to hurt you."

Now it was Noah's turn to blush. "I, uhm. Thanks."

Taking a bold move, Fiona stood on her tip-toes and pecked a kiss on Noah's cheek.

They both grinned silently at each other for a spell, before snapping out of it. "Let's get out of here. I want to tell Skia what happened before we get caught."

"Oh, she'll love this." Fiona smiled, and grabbed Noah's hand again.

The two friends raced off, not knowing that everything had suddenly changed for them.

#descendants #disney descendants #disney descendants au #hannah hook #hannah hook verse #writing a fanfic for a fanfic #the ending sucks I'm sorry I don't know how to end things dfghjkl

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violetsandfluff · 11 months

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Coffee Shop AU (s.m.)

a/n: this has been in my drafts since November. I planned to post it on Christmas Eve, but only now got around to polishing it up.

tw: allusions to smut?

word count: 3.4k+

summary: shawn and a cute customer in the shop after hours

Only a university campus would have a coffee shop open from six am to midnight. A vast variety of students flowed through the shop steadily, getting their beverages to go or staying to enjoy them and take advantage of the free wi-fi. The shop’s location made it easily accessible for students traveling to and from their classes, and a convenient place to study and work on group projects. The shop was also run primarily by students, providing them with a way to make money on campus in bite-sized shifts.

The cafe was a small shack designed to look like a log cabin. Despite the limited space inside, the tables and booths were comfortably spaced. The booths were covered in a rough, resplendent upholstery and the tables were a yellowy, polished wood. A long, narrow high-top table was positioned down the center of the room, divided by a metal structure down the center with built-in outlets for convenient charging. There was an assortment of chairs and backless stools available for maximum comfort, and a plethora of outlets scattered around for convenience. The wifi password was plastered on the wall by the door, and on the chalkboard menus, which were always neat and colorful.

It was a popular study spot for students during the day, but not so much at night. Students tended to flock to the shop before their classes or for a mid-afternoon energy boost; not a bedtime snack.

Among the workers there was Shawn, a lissome junior who tended to keep to himself. He was pleasant enough when taking orders or preparing coffee, but he usually chose the latest shifts when fewer people came looking for coffee. He never minded sweeping the floors or locking up in the dark, and the lack of bustle didn’t bother him. After all, it was rare for even college students to go seeking out caffeine in the form of coffee past midnight.

As finals approached, there was a steady increase of anxious students pouring into the shop late in search of caffeine, wi-fi, or an extra charger for their laptops. As studying intensified, the late-night crowd grew, and more nighttime workers were brought into the shop.

Shawn was used to working alone, rarely having to worry about a customer requiring attention as he worked on another’s drink. However, as finals week drew near, he was positioned solely at the front counter, manning the orders and bakery selection. The small cafe was brimming with students sipping on hot caffeinated beverages as they poured intently over their laptops and textbooks, retaining as much information as they could.

Despite the steady flow of students in and out of the cafe, one girl, in particular, caught Shawn’s eye. She ordered the same thing every night, a dark chocolate mocha, and sat in the same booth by the window as she studied. She, along with the others, tended to pack up and leave just before twelve, leaving Shawn and his coworkers time to clean before they locked up, but one night, Sunday, she found herself so engrossed in her studying that she didn’t realize when the other patrons packed up and left.

Hannah, one of Shawn’s coworkers for the night, tried to secure her attention and ask her kindly to wrap up her studies, but Shawn reassured her, saying that he’d tell her to leave if she hadn’t finished in fifteen minutes.

Giving a resigning sigh, Hannah retreated to the back door, hanging her apron on a hook before disappearing into the cold night air, flipping the sign from open to closed as she left.

Shawn gazed over the counter at the studious girl, entranced in her studies like they were the only thing in the world as he cleaned the coffee machine absentmindedly. Her hair was tucked into the band of her headphones, and she was wearing a simple white sweatshirt with the university’s name on it. Her legs were tucked up next to her, one under her and the other to the side, and her head was resting in her left hand as her right hand flipped the pages of her book. Her drink remained untouched, aside from the sip she’d taken from it when Shawn had handed it to her. The laptop on the table in front of her dimmed, but it did nothing to pry her eyes from the pages of her textbook.

Her lips moved ever so slightly as her eyes scanned the pages, fighting the avalanche of words to retain as much information as she could. Shawn watched all the while, nearly halting as he ran a sudsy rag over the outside of the coffee machine in lethargic circles. His eyes were fixed on the girl’s hunched figure and they had no intent to move.

Fifteen minutes passed faster than Shawn thought they ought to. He had promised Hannah that he would remove the girl from her spot in the cafe in fifteen minutes, twelve-twenty, but his heart raced as he thought of doing so. He fought himself internally behind the counter before finally closing the distance between himself and the compelling girl.

He stood nervously beside her table as he racked his brain for words to say to her.

“Excuse me,” he croaked, his words thudding soundly into the silent room. He repeated it once before sitting down in the booth beside hers, a safe distance away. He reached out a hand to tap her shoulder gently and she jumped in alarm, hastily removing her headphones and shifting her attention to Shawn.

“I’m so sorry,” he began. “I know you’ve been working really hard, but we’re technically closed now. Again, I’m so sorry.”

She glanced from him, to the corner of her computer screen, and back. “You’ve been closed for half an hour!” she noticed in horror. “You could have told me sooner!”

“I didn’t want to interrupt your work,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly as her eyes met his. “I know it sucks to be interrupted.”

“Your shift ended half an hour ago,” she repeated, scrambling to close her book and laptop. “You should be at home, enjoying your own time, not stuck here with me.”

“I don’t mind,” he babbled softly. “My homework’s in the back room. I’ve been working on it a little.”

“That’s good,” she managed apologetically as she turned to her backpack, which was occupying the seat beside her. She shoved her headphones in, but before she could get any further, Shawn stopped her.

Placing a hand gently on her forearm, he asked, “What have you been working on?”

“Studying for exams,” she groaned with an exhausted sigh. “I have a history exam tomorrow and I’m grossly underprepared.”

“That’s the worst,” he empathized.

“What kinds of homework do you have?”

“A little bit of everything,” he replied slowly, feeling his confidence bloom slightly as she took interest in him. “A lot related to holistic health.”

“Really?” She raised her eyes to inspect the honey-colored ones hidden timidly behind his thin, inconspicuous glasses, noticing his flawless complexion and curly, chocolate-colored hair in the process. “You’re into that kind of stuff?”

“Yeah. Holistic medicine and things that go along with that; herbology, homeopathy. Things like that.”

“Is that your major?”

“One of them. I major in both holistic health and psychology, and minor in music theory. What about you?”

“I’m a business major. I can’t imagine taking on two majors. I can hardly handle the one I have.”

Shawn let out a soft chuckle. “I’m Shawn, by the way. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” she frowned. “I like the name Shawn.”

“I like the name Y/N,” Shawn smiled slowly as he listened to the syllables as they glided off his tongue. “Are you a junior, too?”

“I’m a sophomore. Three semesters in,” she huffed.

“It gets better,” Shawn consoled her automatically.

“Does it really?”

“Not at all,” he replied with a chuckle. “But believe it or not, you’ll get the hang of things.”

“That’s reassuring,” Y/N hummed, rising to her feet. “I should probably let you get home. Do you live on campus?”

“No,” Shawn replied slowly. “I live with my parents since they’re pretty local.”

“Will they be worried since you’re not home?”

“They’ll be fine.” Shawn cast a wary glance at his watch before redirecting his attention to the beautiful girl standing before him. “You can stay a while longer,” he suggested. “I don’t mind.”

She eased back onto the booth beside him, swiveling her body so she was facing him rather than the table. She reached for her drink and maneuvered it to the edge of the table, pulling the straw into her mouth as she glanced away from Shawn’s enchanting honey-colored eyes.

“Are we supposed to be here after hours?” she interrogated, eyeing him skeptically.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” he answered absentmindedly. “After all, I’m used to locking up.”

“At twelve o’clock. Not at twelve-thirty-five.”

Shawn shrugged, shifting his attention to a small rip in the upholstery of the booth. “Do you need help studying for anything?” He felt pathetic dragging what could have been a short conversation out so long, but something inside of him longed to converse with her for a while longer.

“Actually?” She withdrew a planner from her backpack and began flipping through it. “Can you quiz me for my exam?”

“History? Sure.” He tried to hide his excitement as he held out his hand for the notepad. He examined the pages, noting their layout, before turning his body to face hers and clutching the papers against his chest so she couldn’t see. The pages were filled with events and their dates, as well as various other facts that she would need to remember for a thorough paper.

The neat rows and columns made it easy for Shawn to quiz her with. He cleared his throat jokingly, making playfully intimidating eye-contact with her before looking back down at her notepad.

The first few questions breezed by as she recited the answers confidently. But when the questions advanced into more obscure niches, her confidence began to falter.

“Try again,” Shawn urged simply as she sunk her teeth into her lip, her cheeks reddening as she scrambled for the correct answer. Shawn had flipped from the history dates to other tidbits of information she would need over the course of the next few weeks.

“What was the question?” she whined, pulling her drink closer to the edge of the table.

Shawn moved closer to her, resting his head on her shoulders as she examined her page of notes.

He read the page’s contents softly, his warm breath tickling her ear.

She took note of his gentle voice, strong arms, and complex cologne, which seemed representative of his true self.

Pulling the straw back into her mouth, she sat up. The cup tipped over, splashing its milky brown contents all over her pale gray sweatshirt.

She and Shawn pulled apart in alarm. He scrambled to the nearest paper napkin dispenser, grabbing a wad of the flimsy, white material in an attempt to soak up the lukewarm coffee as it dripped down her sweater and onto her white jeans. While they helped pull the excess liquid off of her clothing, a dark stain remained, sinking into all of the creases in her clothing.

“Shit,” she muttered as she stood. “I can feel the wet fabric clinging to me.”

“I know we have some things here to spot-treat it,” Shawn suggested. “Aprons don’t often serve their purpose in these conditions.”

“Then I’d really be wet,” she chirped, ignoring a potential double meaning that could arise.

“I have quite a few extra sweatshirts in my car.”

“Are you saying you’d like me to take one?”

“If we’re going to clean your clothes here, then yes.”

“Staying after hours with a naked girl. I can see it perfectly,” y/n quipped, glancing superstitiously out of the dark windows to Shawn’s lowly green SUV.

“I forgot, I was supposed to close these.” He stood beside y/n for a moment, giving her a taste of how tall he really was before he knelt on the side of the booth to close the blinds. He made his way around every window in the cafe before returning to her. “We have some stain removers in the back room. I’ll get you something from my car if you want to work on getting the coffee out of your clothes.”

“Thank you,” she breathed as he darted out into the snowy night. The lights switched on in his vehicle when he opened the door. She watched through the door as he rummaged around in his back seat, through the presumable mess of textbooks, calculators, and mechanical pencils. Eventually, the car door slammed shut and Shawn pranced hastily back to the front door, cautious of ice patches.

“I forgot that I cleaned out my car last Thursday. I don’t have any sweatshirts.” He paused awkwardly as he toyed with the sleeve of his black cable-knit sweater. “Unless this would work?”

Y/N hesitated. “No. That’s yours.”

“I’ve got an apron,” he reasoned. “Come on, Y/N. It’s nice and soft. And I’ve warmed it up for you.”

“You make it sound so dreamy,” she chuckled. “Okay. I’ll take it.”

He handed her the bottle of stain remover and she disappeared into the shop’s sole bathroom to work in peace. The door was locked behind her as she bent over the sink, Shawn’s sweatshirt falling to her mid-thighs even in the back. She worked at the meddlesome stains with cold water and watched hopefully as the stains faded.

A soft knock on the door alerted her to Shawn’s presence.

“I’m not naked,” she said sarcastically.

He poked his head into the room, raising his eyebrows adorably as he asked, “Is the stain remover working?”

“Pretty well,” she responded.

“That’s good. If not, I have bleach.”

“That’s not necessary,” she assured him. “Thanks, though.”

He glanced at her sweatshirt, which was drying on the coat hook and peeked over her shoulder at her pants, the garment which she was scrubbing vigorously.

“It looks better,” he said pointedly. “We can let the stain bubble out for a few minutes if you want to stop scrubbing.”

She dropped the jeans, allowing them to rest on the counter. “What time is it?”

“Just about one.”

“You had better go,” she said hurriedly, gathering her clothes into her arms. “You should have been gone an hour ago.”

“I’m not kidding when I say I have time.”

“Time for what?”

“Time for you,” Shawn breathed in response. He took a step backward, but she took a step towards him.

Shawn bit his lip as his deep, sincere eyes flicked to the provocative length of her thighs that wasn’t hidden by his sweatshirt. She could tell that he was a terrible liar.

“If you’re okay with me staying, can you quiz me again while my clothes dry?”

“Of course!” His eyes flashed back to her face as he shook the unholy thoughts from his mind. Reaching behind his back, he untied his apron, ducking out of the bathroom and behind the counter to hang it by the employees only door. Without the paisley-printed brown apron, a signature pattern of the cafe’s, Shawn was dressed in a skimpy white undershirt and tight-fitting black jeans. On his feet were minimalistic black boots, and a delicate silver chain was visible around his neck.

“Bring your books, too!” y/n called. “We can study together.”

Shawn gave her a playful salute, swinging his book bag over his shoulder and emerging from behind the counter. He set it on the upholstered bench beside her, watching in feigned dismay as she took a careful sip from her lukewarm beverage.

“I can warm that up for you,” he said pointedly. “But only if you promise to be careful.”

“I can’t make any promises,” she quipped, pulling the straw into her mouth and casting him a deliberate smirk.

“Smartass.” Shawn shook his head, picking up her cup and bringing it into the kitchen. He placed it in the microwave and covered it, his jaw setting instinctively as he punched one minute into the keypad. He pushed his sleeves up his forearms as he rested his head on his hand, which was supported by his elbow on the wall.

Y/N wasted no time opening her thick textbook to the page she had been reading when Shawn interrupted her earlier. Without moving her eyes from the page, she reached fruitlessly for her cup, which she found stupidly to be missing.

“Looking for this, sweetheart?” Shawn inquired with a genuine laugh. He set her drink down beside her book, less than an arm’s length away. She leaned towards it, keeping her eyes locked with Shawn’s as she drew in a swift sip of coffee, effervescent with heat.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” she cursed after a painful and panicked swallow. “Burned my fucking tastebuds off.”

“Might have overheated it slightly,” Shawn grimaced apologetically.

“My lip is burning from where the straw was,” she whined with a slight chuckle as her eyes watered.

Without explanation, Shawn leaned in to bless her lips with a swift peck. “All better,” he cooed sweetly.

Her stomach fluttered every so slightly at the feeling of his lips on hers. She felt his warm breath condensing on her neck once again as he leaned over her shoulder to absorb the words in her textbook.

Every so often, he nodded his head into her neck, rosy pink lips caressing her skin gently with love. She tried to focus on the materials on the mahogany table in front of her but it was growing increasingly difficult to ignore the fire between her bare thighs. Nonchalantly, she pulled the patterned plastic cup containing her now lukewarm coffee towards her, but before she could take a sip it was snatched from her hand.

Shawn raised the straw to his lips gradually, taking a hesitant sip as his eyes bored holes in hers.

Her heart hammered inside her chest. It had been so long since a man effectively gave her butterflies.

“Just making sure it’s safe to drink,” he explained, sliding it back into her grip across the table’s smooth surface. “Wouldn’t want you to burn your taste buds off, hm?”

Swallowing hard, she agreed.

“Y/N?”

“Shawn?” Gulp. Even saying his name made her heart beat a hundred miles per hour.

“Have you ever been in love?” he inquired innocently, catching you off guard.

Her head snapped to examine his face, furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. “I guess so.”

“I mean, have you ever been in love, in love?”

His words were met with a blank expression.

“I know I sound stupid, but… you see a cute girl…or guy… and they turn out to be really nice. Lots of common interests, good music tastes, the right mix of flirty and serious. You hit it off but know deep down inside it probably won’t work out.”

“Go on?”

“How do you tell the person? And how do you beat the odds of never crossing paths again?”

“Are you asking for my advice?”

“I guess so,” Shawn began twisting an acrylic ring on his middle finger as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Tell her…or him… how you feel. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could be forced to live my life without her. Even though I just met her, I know that she is the one.”

She nodded slowly. Taking time to absorb his lamentation—and another sip of coffee—she planned out her next words carefully. “Take life at a slow pace. Stop to smell the flowers. And when life gives you cold coffee, don’t let a stranger heat it up.”

Shawn looked up in surprise before erupting into the most euphonious laughter she had ever heard. The whole demeanor of the room shifted.

Cupping her chin in his hand, he leaned forward so his nose was barely brushing against hers. “Well. I’d like to tell you that you are the single most perfect girl I’ve ever met. I… really like you.”

“You’re sweet,” she whispered in surprise after a moment. “I like you too.”

Her lips connected with his in one fluid motion. They parted and closed with respect to each other in a kind of routine she had never danced before.

Just as Shawn’s hand began to creep up her thigh, the sound of a key in a lock and hinges squeaking echoed through the empty building.

“What the hell, Shawn?” Hannah’s voice resounded through the air, thick with tension. “Why are you still here? And half-naked?”

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a/n 2.0: It’s been a minute since I’ve seriously written about Shawn because sometimes it feels like a waste of my time. Thank you if you’re still reading and one of the people I can count on to read my Shawn fics. You guys are the ones who started my blog and the reason I’m still going 💕

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#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #mendes army #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fic #Shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes blurb #coffee shop au #coffee shop!shawn #flutterfly alley #yellow 💛 heart

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stubblesandwich · 7 months

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The One You Feed - Chapter 3

Howdy, friends! Just an update to this little gem from the @cssns, to celebrate the start of spooky season. 🎃

The One You Feed (14810 words) by StubbleSandwich Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan Characters: Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard Additional Tags: CSSNS, Werewolf AU, Captain Swan - Freeform, Friends to Lovers Summary: Emma Swan is an underpaid, overworked waitress at a small-town Denny’s. Once a month, a curious customer pays her a visit. In fact, he’s so strange, he’s warranted a special nickname from her friend Ruby–Cute Creepy Guy. He always orders a mountain of cheap breakfast food and eats it like it’s his last night on earth. Oh yeah, and apparently he’s a werewolf.

Tagging a few friends below the line. Let me know if you don't want to be in these updates! I just copied them over from the last time this was updated. ✌🏻

@bleebug @spartanguard @sunbeamsandmoonrays @caprelloidea @kmomof4 @queen-mabs-revenge @ahsagitarius @t-tamm-@lavendersoapsuds @its-imperator-furiosa @midnightswans @cigarettes-and-scotch-whisky @withheartfulloflove @captainswan-middlemist @sarahreadsff @princesseslikepirates @winterbaby89 @pirateherokillian @wordslovedreams @hannah-mic @thecraftyartist @blackwidownat2814 @once-uponacaptain @kylalovesbabeme @swiftmicheles @emmaswanstlk @captainswanslay @the-tones-of-wallflowers @kday426 @krystalsficpage @distant-rose @galadriel26 @daxx04 @killian-whump @nfbagelperson @resident-of-storybrooke @gusenitsaa @cat-sophia @superchocovian @snowbellewells @nanikasplace @bashful-killian

#captain swan #cssns

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 1 year

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♡Navigate My Page A Little, hm?♡

not relevant, in need of slots..

BEAST AND THE HARLOT. green era navigation center!

VENGEANCE. purple era navigation center!

oneshot y/n x him

Several Characters♡.

Good Girl. Stan x Reader x Kyle x Kenny.

Bullworth Academy. South Park x Reader (Bully Scholarship Edition au).

Characters in abc order!

Karma Akabane♡.

Daddy's Girl.

Headcanons (request).

Kenny McCormick♡.

Mean!Dom + High Kenny x Reader (request).

Boss!Kenny x Reader.

Dress Shopping with Kenny (request).

Kyle Broflovski♡.

"Be Quiet" Headcanons (request).

Pool Sex Headcanon.

Interlinked.

Michael Afton♡.

Hooking Up with Michael Oneshot.

Sight-Seeing Stars.

Sasuke Uchiha♡.

I Want You.

THE WIVES♡. (follow my fellow very talented very sexy ppl): @h-harleybaby @p1-f1 @hannah-h-pleb

#vanillaan #earth's grimey cries #pink floyd #blue navigation center

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gabineteolvidado · 1 year

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If you're still taking art requests, can you maybe draw my disney descendants ocs together please?

First mate and Prince Lucas "Luke" Larson Tremaine-Westergaard of the southern isles. Son of Drizella Tremaine and Prince Hans Westergaard.

Captain Hannah Artemis Hook of the Storm Bringer. Adoptive daughter of Zarina and Captain James Hook.

2nd mate Skia Aoratos. Daughter of Hades and Persephone.

They're bestfriends and inseparable (so much so that Hannah snuck the other two off the isle in a suitcase and bird form in my descendants 1 au), 12 years old, and pirates.

Luke is the tallest and Skia is the shortest.

They're birthday buddies.

If you can't I understand. I just really like your art style and was wondering what they'd look like in it since my friends recommended your blog to me.

I drew two of the characters, because... reasons UwU

I think Hannah is an interesting character.

#disney descendants #captain hannah hook #descendants oc

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litgreadersroom · 6 months

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Man Door Hand Hook Car Door by i_boop_you

Author's Tumblr: @i-boop-you

Rating: Teen

Main relationship: Hannah/Gary

Summary:

The legend of Hook Man strikes. Spoof fic.

Extra details: AU, Major Character Death

Complete, 1.25k words

#litg #litg fanfiction #litg gary #litg hannah #fic feature

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lattehearted · 1 month

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MUSE LIST

Archie Comics

Betty Cooper

Veronica Lodge

Disney

Daphne Tremaine (OC)

Delilah Tremaine (OC)

Diana Tremaine (OC)

Drizella Tremaine

Melody Andersen

Pacifica Northwest

Danganronpa (unfortunately lol)

Miu Iruma

Miyako Okamoto (OC)

Hanako "Peko" Pekoyama

Sonia Nordskov Nevermind

Yasu Sonada (OC)

Fandomless OCs

Alondra Santiago (modern witch OC)

Liora Avram (affiliated werewolf OC)

Nasreen Shirazi (affiliated vampire OC)

Fantasy High

Ayda Aguefort (TESTING)

Adaine Abernant / O'Shaughnessy

Aelwyn Abernant

Figueroth Faeth

Ostantatia Wallace (TESTING)

Sam Nightingale (TESTING)

Sandra Lynn Faeth (TESTING)

Fire Emblem

Annette Fantine Dominic (Three Houses ; TESTING)

Byleth Eisner (Three Houses ; she/they)

Corrin (Fates ; she/her ; TESTING)

Dorothea Arnault (Three Houses)

Hilda Valentine Goneril (Three Houses)

Ingrid Brandl Galatea (Three Houses)

Inigo / Laslow (Awakening and Fates)

Leonie Pinelli (Three Houses)

Maribelle (Awakening ; TESTING)

Olivia (Awakening ; TESTING)

Owain / Odin (Awakening and Fates)

Robin (Awakening ; she/her ; TESTING)

Severa / Selena (Awakening and Fates)

Sumia (Awakening ; TESTING)

Yunaka (Engage)

Miscellaneous

Forte Castagna (Rune Factory 4)

Juliet Capulet (reincarnation AU)

Leah Revankar-Walsh (Stardew Valley)

Wednesday Addams (90s movies and musical based)

Newsies

Graziella "Hotshot" Kowalski (OC)

Dungeons and Dragons (AUs for live play show universes and BG3 available)

Winlynn Ariel Northeris (air genasi bard)

Secret Menu

Abigail Lee-Dubois (Stardew Valley ; TESTING)

Alex Flores-Mulner (Stardew Valley)

Catalina Gonzales (dance instructor OC - loosely based on h*talia)

Giselle Legume (Disney OC)

Koriand'r / Kori Anders / Starfire (DC Comics)

Julie Powers (Scott Pilgrim ; TESTING)

Katherine Plumber (Newsies)

Oliver "Mush" Meyers (Newsies)

Phoebe Rae Carter (supernatural hunter OC)

Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim ; TESTING)

Remy's Secret Menu

Albert Dasilva (Newsies)

Daniel "Spot" Conlon (Newsies)

Esperanza "Hope" Delgado (Newsies OC)

Hannah McGowan (Newsies)

Jyn Erso (Star Wars)

Harriet Hook (Disney OC)

Luna D'Angelo (fandomless OC)

"Poppy" Higgins (Newsies OC)

Sarah Jacobs (Newsies)

Peg Hunnicutt (M*A*S*H)

#muse list #blog maintenance tag

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worldscollidehqrpg · 4 months

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WORLDSCOLLIDEHQ : a semi au, non kayfabe wrestling DISCORD server. Here at WORLDSCOLLIDEHQ we offer you group styled banter, as well as weekly tasks and monthly events. We also have channels for social medias, private texts as well as private para channels.

Heres our current most wanted:

Eddie Kingston, Vipress, Channing Stacks Lorenzo, Toni Storm, Tony D’Angelo, Saraya, Solo Sikoa, Jamie Hayter, Austin Gunn, Arianna Grace, Karrion Kross, Hannah Taylor, Damian Priest, Allie Katch, Sol Ruca, Queen Aminata, Swerve Strickland, Nick Wayne, Jakara Jackson, Noam Darr, Nathan Frazer, Cathy Kelley, Samantha Irvine, ricochet, Dani Palmer, Nikkita Lyons, Maryse, The Miz, Nikki Bella, Brie Bella, Steph De Lander, Matt Cardona, Nick Jackson, Jay White, Colten Gunn, Abadon, Skye Blue, Izzi Dame, Zack Sabre Jr, Tay Melo, Orange Cassidy, Malakai Black, LA Knight, Hook, Keira Hogan, Isla Dawn, Alba Fyre, Stevie Turner, Fallon Henley.

#discord wrestling rp #wrestling rp #discord wrestling #roleplay group #wrestling roleplay #wwe rpg #roleplay #wrestling #aew rpg #jamie hayter #saraya #ruby soho #toni storm #eddie kingston #zack sabre jr #la knight

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mickeymilkovichsimp · 10 months

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I've been in the fandom for a few years now here on Tumblr, and I've had a few decently popular gallavich posts (when I remember that this app exists every few months haha), but I realized that I've never actually introduced myself on here. I saw this fun introduction post made by the amazing @callivich, so I thought I'd join in on the fun :)

Name: - Hannah

Age: - 22

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? - I feel like I started shameless completely blind to the ship. I started watching it because a bunch of my family members were watching it and talking about it during the covid quarantine time period, and I thought it seemed interesting, so I started watching it myself. I remember being shocked when they first hooked up, but never really having an opinion on Mickey until season three, and as you guys can probably tell by the username, I became obsessed haha. season 4 is when I really fell in love with the ship.

How long have you been a fan? - I kind of answered above but around summer 2020 during covid. The only season I watched live was 11, which maybe is a good thing because I don't think I could have handled season 5 or 7 in real time.

Favorite Gallavich moment/scene? - maybe basic, but I am obsessed with the prison reunion at the end of 9x06

Favorite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? - I am a Sheila Jackson stan first and human 2nd. I missed her so much after she left

Do you write or draw or make edits? - I have 2 works on ao3 (same username), but I hate them both - some of my shitposts here on Tumblr are funny

Favorite type of Gallavich fics? - I am a sucker for some hurt/comfort and angst with a happy ending - other fics I enjoy include: jealousy, post canon (anything with husbands gallavich), fluffy smut, fix it fics - I like some AUs like high school/college, but tbh I don't read many AUs unless I find the plot super interesting

Favorite Gallavich quote? - The whole "I gotta worry, you're my husband" convo in that scene that they should not have deleted in season 11 - "I didn't know which Bs to get, so I just got all the fuckin Bs"

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? - I was raised on a farm, which surprises people because I generally don't give off that vibe - I am one year away from getting my bachelors degree in bio engineering (nerd) - My favorite artists are Fall Out Boy, Doja Cat, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Tayor Swift

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #about me #mickeymilkovichsimp

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lovedrunkheadcanons · 1 year

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(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on AO3

Rated M

It took Hannah a few seconds to realize she was alone, staring widely down a dark, never ending tunnel. Its viscera walls seemed full of anticipation and threat as though she had accidentally unlocked the door to a vast, incomprehensible room of horrors. She couldn’t make heads or tails of it. One moment her husband was there, standing in front of her and then like a fleeting, desert mirage, he wasn’t. He had vanished, leaving her utterly vulnerable. The gravity of the situation struck her like a doomsday meteor pummeling to the earth.

She could see it so clearly: Fr. O’Malloy dressed in black, leading the congregation in the following prayer. “Friends, we are gathered here today to remember the short life of a young, forgettable orphan who failed to save innocent lives and died without so much as au revoir — Oh, and now we’ll never be able to find Sukuna’s fingers, so may God have mercy on her soul and good luck to the rest of you. Amen.” It wouldn’t be a funeral Mass. They’d have to find volunteers to do the readings. There would be no casket because there would be no body, nor could she picture her uncle giving a eulogy. It made her wonder. Would her tombstone be on the Wasserton estate next to her mother, or would they chisel one here in Japan? And what would Satoru think? What would…

“You don’t have the right.”

The guilt condensed in her stomach like sludge at the bottom of a lake. And what bothered her more was the knowledge she had been the instigator for all of it. She shouldn’t have scolded him like that. Yes, he confessed to watching her bath and that was bad, but hadn’t he said the act was involuntary? She should have been more understanding. Give him a chance to recuse himself, if necessary because that’s what she would’ve wanted had it been the other way around, guilty or not. Maybe then they wouldn’t have become separated.

Find him, you bloody idiot. Worry about who’s fault it is later. Yes, find him. There would be time for apologies afterwards. She needed to find her way back to Satoru. He was her best chance at survival. She wasn’t dead yet. And more likely than not, neither was he. So don’t cast blame on anyone, she rattled on in her head. You've shed enough tears for one night. You always do. Surviving. Focus on surviving.

Hannah took deep breaths and forced herself to calm down. The fear was insurmountable but the adrenaline increased her awareness. Tightening her grip on Stinging Nettle, she trudged cautiously down the membrane covered tunnels, murky and desolate, her heels sinking into the ground like meat hooks. They kept getting stuck. More than once she had to stop walking and yank her leg free. Part of her wanted to tear the bloody shoes off, but the sharp, miscellaneous objects sticking out from the ground advised her not to. The hilt of Stinging Nettle had become slick with sweat and thrice she stopped moving to glance over her shoulder, convincing herself that something wasn’t breathing down her neck.

She was adjusting better to the dark thanks to the adrenaline. The air held a sour taste. It was silent as a tomb. Cold too. Her feet were numb from getting stuck into the cold slimy ground. She felt the goosebumps raise over her skin and bit down a shiver. And as she walked, Hannah envisioned Satoru desperately trying to reach her. That he was trudging up and down this flesh invested jungle just as much as she was. She thought of his warm embrace. How tenderly he held her not long before, how comforting the rumble of his voice sounded. She clung to that precious memory like hope.

Something made a noise.

Hannah turned around to look, but saw nothing, and yet she couldn’t shake the disturbing feeling that she was being watched. She listened, hard; and then heard it again, faint and draggy, a little weird. And then came something like a voice.

“I KNOW YOU'RE THERE.”

That was not in her head. She froze as did the hair on her arms, skin prickling with new heightened terror. Her tongue rose to the roof of her mouth. She tried swallowing the click in her throat, but couldn’t. Stinging Nettle held in both hands, the human woman found the nearest indent she could find and pressed herself firmly against the oozing wall as though she were playing some intense, life or death version of hide-and-seek. Her blood throbbed painfully in her ears. Please, don’t let it be what I think it is, she silently prayed. Please don’t let it see me.

But Hannah should’ve known by then: Prayers weren’t wishes.

An amorphous white shape, not recognizably human, skulked from the shadows. It was hunched on all fours, moving like a man-eating ape, canine teeth scintillating in the dark. Hannah could see its hepatitic yellow eyes, of which, there were four. The black marking slashed along its body blended with the darkness so it appeared like a skeletal marionette with no strings. The stench of rotting meat wafting from its breath made her want to gag.

“I KNOW YOU'RE THERE,” it rasped again, looking side to side, sniffing the air. “I HAVE YOUR SCENT. COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE.”

Hannah’s hand flew to her mouth. There was no escaping it. The curse was talking. It was talking to her. She couldn’t move. Her body felt gripped by paralysis and her heart pounded violently against her ribs. She was holding her breath to scream, but she mustn’t. She mustn't. Under no circumstances was she to scream.

The curse snapped its head in her direction. “YOU CAN'T HIDE.”

It looked right at her. She saw it lick the rim of its chops. Hannah froze. The curse had spotted her. This was the end. She was going to be eaten. She watched it slowly lurch to where her body hugged the wall. She closed her eyes tight, Stinging Nettle clenched in one hand with her other cupped over her mouth. She could feel her cold wedding ring smush against her lips, sharply contrasted by the curse’s hot, rancid breath blowing on her skin like steam. It was looming directly above her now.

“WHERE ARE YOU?”

Sandwiched between the curse and the wall, Hannah couldn't muster the courage to look. Her muscles were locked into place. She couldn’t move. The curse hadn’t seen her yet? But how? She was right there.

She was saved by the sound of something heavy, a rock or a weaker curse, clopping loudly further aways.

“AH,” purred the curse. “THERE YOU ARE.” Hannah heard it give out a deranged, gleeful laugh as it bounded down the tunnel like a whisper and was heard no more.

Hannah waited there a second; three seconds; ten. Motionless as an icon.

Slowly, she cracked her eyes to catch only darkness. Her knees quivered like the ground was shaking, but she managed to pull herself to her feet. She then unlatched the buckle on her shoes, fumbling to remove the prong from the tiny hole inserts because her hands were trembling so bad. She slipped the shoes off. Placed them silently on the ground. Took a deep, ragged breath. Turned the opposite direction. And ran.

With more adrenaline than blood coursing through her, she sprinted down the membrane passages as though she were a convict on the loose, heart leaping out of her chest, breathing faster and faster. She was practically flying without the shoes and could feel her lungs start to burn from exertion. In the past, she would’ve fainted from running this long, but her body was in better shape. Her morning jogs with Satoru had bolstered her lung capacity and increased her endurance. But she wasn’t paying attention and tripped over a gushy lump of tissue, cowflopping right into the ground with a sickening splash. She quickly got to her feet, running helter-skelter like a flimsy winged bat that had lost its echolocation. Go, go, she ushered in her head. Keep running. For all she knew the curse would kill her at any moment. It had her scent. It would shred her to pieces, break her legs and force her to watch. She would die a slow and torturous death like all the others. Like all the other unfortunate souls she watched get murdered in her hellish dreamscapes. She would join them. It was hunting her. Even then she could hear it rasping; I KNOW YOU'RE THERE, GIRL. I SEE YOU. YOU CAN'T HIDE. But she was again halted by a pleading voice calling out from the eery darkness.

“Otouto!!”

Choking on air and gasping, Hannah came to a grinding halt, so out of breath she could not speak. Alas, she was not dreaming, nor had she gone mad. There really was a child crying in front of her, a boy by the looks of it. Maybe six or seven. He was couched worriedly over another smaller boy. Hannah felt her heart sink.

The smaller boy looked dead.

Yamazaki Hiro very much wanted this night to be over with. Cracking open his eyes, he thought for a peaceful moment he was in his bed. Mama would be calling him down for breakfast any second, saying how he needed to get dressed and ready for school like he normally did. But then came the frightening realization he was not in his bedroom, breakfast was not ready downstairs, and he was not going to school. Nothing about this felt normal. The air was cold and fetid and the ground underneath him was wet and mushy. He couldn’t see anything. Huh, what happened? he thought. Where was everybody? He sat up and discovered he was still wearing the stiff, itchy dress pants his Mama had bribed him into. She said it had been “loaned,” (whatever that meant). Hiro didn’t like them. She had ordered a matching suit for his little brother and made the two of them stand side-by-side in front of the living room, proud tears welling her eyes as she snapped a pic on her phone. “My little gentlemen,” she cued. “So cute. I’ll be sure to send this to your Bā-chan.” Hiro was less than thrilled by his mother’s proclamation. No six year old boy wanted to be called “cute.” That was for babies like his little brother.

Kenta was younger than Hiro by two years, but if not for the age gap, the siblings would easily be mistaken as twins; same unruly black hair, same high-dimpled cheeks. Thick as thieves, the two of them. Wherever Hiro went, Kenta followed, toddling close behind like a lost puppy. It was annoying sometimes, but it gave Hiro a tremendous sense of responsibility. He was the big brother. A big brother was tasked with the important job of looking after their little brothers and keep them in line.

The two siblings grew up in a typical upper-middle class household. Mama ran her own private dermatology practice and Papa worked as a corporate lawyer for a clothing retailer. Their occupations made them more affluent than most and so when they began earning more money, the Yamazaki’s put their house of ten years up for sale, boxed all their belongings, and moved to a fancy apartment complex on the central west side of Tokyo.

And that was really when Hiro began seeing the monsters.

It had been going on for two years. He didn’t know why he could see the monsters and the others couldn’t. He wanted to ask his friends for their input, but worried they’d make fun of him. He was six now. Boys his age weren’t supposed to have imaginary friends anymore, and if he told Mama and Papa about the monsters, Hiro was afraid he’d end up like his classmate Kimiko who kept telling everybody she could see “dead things,” and then was put on some sort of medicine subsequently afterwards and was never herself again. Hiro didn’t understand the ins and outs of medicine like grown ups did, but he remembered how it drastically changed Kimiko’s behavior and made her tired all the time. He didn't want that. She and her family moved away last year and hadn’t been seen since. He never got to ask her if she saw the monsters too.

Scared and confused, Hiro was still having great difficulty piecing together what had happened in the theater after the big scary monster showed up. Last he remembered he was holding onto Mama’s hand before the stampede of terror-stricken people swept him under like an ocean current, forcing him to let go. Hiro had known all that afternoon something really, really bad was going to happen. He wanted to alert his parents and tell them to stay home, but he knew Papa’s boss would get angry if they didn’t go. Apparently the opera was very important and the entire company and their families had to be there. Now Papa and Mama were missing and so too was Kenta. He needed to figure out where they’d gone. He needed to find his family.

To his luck, finding his little brother didn’t take long. He kept close to the grime-covered walls, carefully groping his way through the dark corridors until he stumbled upon a small fallen shape lying in the middle of the path; his brother. But as he drew closer he noticed something wasn’t right. Kenta was still breathing, but he wasn’t waking up. Hiro knelt and touched his forehead the way Mama did when they were sick and quickly pulled his hand away. His brother’s skin was burning. Kenta began to mumble and fidget, babbling incoherently, and turning over to his side. Hiro saw something festering on the top half of his leg; a deep, weirdly-formed gash sliced along the front of his thigh. The wound was bleeding a lot and glowed a bright neon purple, like someone had dumped a bunch of hazardous chemicals into it. Hiro knew his brother was in mortal danger, but was at a loss at what to do and thus began to cry, shouting “Otouto, Otouto” over and over as though it would save him. Then the creature with the knife showed up.

He wetted himself a little when he saw it. His knees buckled and his breath became short. His instincts told him to run, but he didn’t want to leave his brother, so he felt no choice but to stand between him and the knife wielding monster. His eyes, petrified white with fear, stared at it reproachfully.

“G-Get away,” he blustered, trying to scare it off, but instead the thing crept forward.

“Shhh, no…don’t,” the creature panted, struggling to find breath. “You mustn’t…shout…Otherwise it’ll…find us.”

He soon realized it wasn’t a monster holding a knife, but a lady. The urgency in her voice threw him off guard. She didn’t sound dangerous. Come to think of it, she sounded almost as scared as he was. He thought she was going to stab him as she came closer, but she didn’t. He tilted his head.

“You’re not a monster?” he asked.

“No,” she replied, breathing better now. “I’m not. My name is Hannah. What’s yours?”

Hiro hesitated to answer. He could tell by her accent that she came from someplace far, far away. Papa reminded him never to talk to strangers. If someone he didn’t know began speaking to him and asked for his name he was to alert either his parents or a teacher. Yet for some reason, he felt he could trust this person. Her name was Hannah. She wasn’t a monster.

“I’m Hiro,” he said.

“Hiro.” She repeated it as though testing the word on her lips and glanced down at Kenta, lying unconscious on the ground. “Is that your brother there?”

“Yeah,” Hiro answered. “His name is Kenta.”

“Kenta.” She said it the same way she did his name. “Is it alright if I take a look at him, Hiro? Please?”

Hiro chose not to argue and hurriedly dashed aside for Hannah to kneel next to Kenta. She was fairly alarmed by the enormous swelling climbing up his leg. The skin around the split-opened wound was raised red and the inside was clotted with raw cursed energy. The boy must’ve gotten injured prior to entering the Domain. That’s how the cursed energy seeped inside and infected the gash. He was also running a dangerously high fever. In hindsight, his future seemed bleak.

“Is he gonna die?” Hiro asked. Being six years old, he hadn’t grasped the full aspect of dying. All he knew was that when people died they didn’t come back. They were gone forever.

Hannah examined the boy’s leg some more. “I’m not sure,” she said, although that was a lie. She knew full well the boy was suffering from a serious curse infection. Children had weaker immune systems. If they were exposed to harmful amounts of cursed energy for long periods of time, their bodies would begin to spawn curse infections. These infections were amplified if the child was already wounded, and were largely fatal.

“That monster’s still out there, isn’t it?” said Hiro. “The white one who killed the singer.”

Hannah bit the insides of her cheeks. Images of the opera singer being hoisted by her neck flashed across her eyes. The crackling noise of the vertebrae breaking, her body thudding to the floor.

“Yes,” she whispered. “It is.”

“Will it kill us too?”

There was a long drawn out pause before Hannah replied. “I don’t know.”

She swung her eyes to look at little Kenta’s contorted face as he clung desperately to life. The infection would chew through the muscle, contaminate the bloodstream, and inevitably poison him. Her heart crumbled at that. Hannah had witnessed enough dying children to make the toughest therapist break down and weep. It happened to Nakamura Ami three months ago, her lifeless body dangling from the jaws of a beast. Twenty-six votive candles flickering inside an empty church, the relentless rain pelting down in heavy droves, rattling the roof. Hannah let the memory linger. It brought forth a range of emotions. She grit her teeth and clenched her fists.

No one had been there to save Ami and her classmates on that terrible day. Children. It was always the children who suffered the most, but Hannah vowed Ami and her classmates' deaths would not be repeated. No, not tonight. She was going to do everything in her power to keep Hiro and Kenta alive. They would not meet the same fate as the others. She swore it on her mother’s grave.

With strengthened resolve, Hannah crouched over Kenta’s body and rolled him flat on his back. She grabbed the knife and finished cutting the rip in his pants, fully exposing the wound. With his paling complexion, she could see the cursed energy turning his veins black. It had already entered the bloodstream. She had to act quickly.

“What are you doing?” Hiro asked, watching her work methodically.

Hannah didn’t say anything, and upon finishing Kenta’s pants, took Stinging Nettle and used the torn ends of her dress to clean the congealed blood off the blade like a tablecloth. She then turned to Hiro and slotted the newly cleaned knife in his hands, waiting for his tiny fingers to wrap around the leafy green hilt before letting go. There was no heft.

“I’m going to help your brother,” she whispered determinedly. “But you have to be on the lookout. If you see anything, I want you to take this knife and run. Do you understand?”

Hiro blinked and nodded furiously, wiping his snotty nose into his sleeve, watchful of the knife. The tone in her voice scared him. He felt his heart ramp up. “How’re you going to save him?” he said.

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you,” came Hannah’s reply. “To be honest I don’t even know if it’ll work, but I’m going to try, okay?”

“Okay,” Hiro squeaked.

“Alright then. I need you to stay quiet so I can concentrate. Do you remember what I told you just now?”

Hiro nodded. “If I see anything, I’m to take this knife and run.”

“Yes,” Hannah said. “Take the knife and run. You’re not to think about me or your brother. I just want you to run as fast as you can.”

“Okay.”

“And you’re not to turn back.”

“Okay,” he said again.

“Good.” Hannah made a weary sigh and diverted her attention back to Kenta. The boy’s body was shaking from the hyperthermia setting in, his breaths rasping and uneven. She hadn’t much time left. “I’m starting now.”

She stretched out her palms over the dying boy’s wound and closed her eyes, meditating on happy thoughts; The first time she tried chocolate; digging for seashells along the beach; The many colors of daylilies; a crystal blue sky; her husband’s unwavering smile. Her breathing slowed, and as she recollected these thoughts, a feeling of gradual warmth spread throughout her whole body. Little by little the world quietly faded away. Before long the surrounding darkness became bathed in a pale golden light.

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#Jujutsu Kaisen #呪術廻戦 #jjk #arranged marriage #fanfiction #gojo saturo #Satoru Gojo x female oc #Gojo #romance #Gojo Takes a Wife

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janfraiser · 5 months

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“what are you doing here?” w cuasher pls!! maybe a lil exes moment if you’re feeling it (but no worries if not <3 it’s a fun prompt however you write it)

exes!cuasher is fucking COMPELLING bestie ty for the prompt. the first thing that came to mind for this was a version of my coparenting au with a full breakup in the beginning... this will def not be as soft or fluffy as that one but it will be baby fic angst 😈

It's an insanely rainy night in Chicago, the kind that makes Nellie want to have at least three blankets on top of her even if all she's doing is eating reheated leftovers on the couch and watching Jeopardy. She's quite comfortable, despite the rumbling storm outside, and so the sound of her doorbell makes her groan as she slides from the couch, heading for the front door of her rented duplex.

On her porch, she finds the last person she would've expected. Hannah Asher is hunched against the wind, her raincoat dotted with droplets and her hair plastered to her face. Nellie schools her expression into blank neutrality as she greets her ex-girlfriend. "What are you doing here?"

"I broke up with Will," Hannah blurts.

Nellie can't stop her displeased frown. "Huh. Didn't realize you were actually together. I thought it was just hooking up, but no, you were having an actual affair with him, while you were with me?"

"No!" Hannah looks like she's been slapped. "I wasn't. I mean, it was just casual. But I realized today, I had to be done with him for good. He's not good for me, and I can't trust him enough to have-- to be vulnerable with him, not really. Not like I can with you."

"Congratulations," Nellie says flatly. "Is this you apologizing?"

Now Hannah is scowling. "I did apologize, Nell. A hundred times over. But you didn't want to hear it."

She's not wrong, and Nellie feels a pang of guilt at that, not to mention the salt in the wound of hearing the familiar nickname from Hannah's lips again. "I know you're sorry," she concedes, trying to take slow breaths and exhale all her bitterness, "but you can't just... it's not like you physically being with Will is the only obstacle we've had in the past few months."

"I know," Hannah says, biting her lip. Her hands are shoved in her pockets, and she looks cold, but Nellie can't stomach the thought of inviting her in just yet. "I'm not here to, like, win you back, Nell. I just want you to know, I know I fucked up. I'm trying to do better. And I wanted to know if... it what we had is at all fixable, not because I want another chance, just because... I miss you."

Nellie swallows hard around the lump in her throat. "I miss you too," she says. "And I don't want to lose you. I don't know if we could be friends yet... it's so hard, Hannah. I was in love with you, and you couldn't handle that." She doesn't let herself look at the surprise on Hannah's face; she's never said that out loud before. "And I've spent the last month and a half desperately hoping those feelings would go away."

"I'm so sorry," Hannah says, her voice cracking. "You didn't deserve any of this. I'm sorry."

"I think I can accept your apology, now," Nellie says carefully, "but I think you should go."

Hannah nods, stepping back. "Nell, there's, um, one more thing. In the spirit of being honest with each other if we're trying to be in each other's lives again."

Nellie nods for her to go on, keeping her expression guarded.

"The last straw for me breaking up with Will, when I knew I had to cut him off for good... I just found out I'm pregnant."

Nellie doesn't know what she'd expected, but that isn't it. "Congratulations," she says, her tone not as flat as she'd expected.

"I don't know how this is going to go yet," Hannah admits, "but I've been thinking I'll keep it."

"You'll make a really good mom," Nellie says, and this time she can't keep her voice from going soft. "Really, Hannah. I'm sorry we've had to go through all of this just to arrive here, but... I think it'll be good for you."

Hannah's face splits in a grin Nellie sorely misses. "You mean that?"

Nellie nods. "I do."

Finally she steps off the welcome mat, moving closer to Hannah as the blonde freezes in place. Carefully, she brushes a kiss against her cheek, nothing more, nothing less. "Good luck," she murmurs. "I'm glad you stopped by."

And she is.

Hannah's smile and wave as she leaves the porch is burned in her mind for the rest of the night.

#this baby got a little long!!#i have soooo many thoughts abt why will and hannah are unhealthy #also i surprisingly enjoyed writing angst for these two!#i thought they would make my heart hurt but the tension just felt so rich #😈😈😈#julie writes #nova tag #chicago med #cuasher #hannah asher #nellie cuevas

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somedayonbroadway · 1 year

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Okay so Ive been hooked on this show for a long time and I wonder if you would have anything on it, Umbrella Academy but its Newsies?

Okay… there are so many different ways that this could go. This specific AU is wrapped around Jack being Klaus, but it’s also entirely possible for Race to be Klaus. However if we wanted to make a Sprace AU, Race would be Lila and Spot would be Diego. There’s just so many different possibilities so this is the Umbrella Academy AU Version 1

Number 1: Specs

Number 2: Spot Conlon

Number 3: Katherine Plumber

Number 4: Jack Kelly

Number 5: Racetrack Higgins

Number 6: Albert DaSilva

Number 7: Crutchie Morris

Some honorable mentions:

Snyder as Reginald Hargreaves

David Jacobs as Dave

Kloppman as Pogo

Hannah as Mom

Also, I hate the love fling between one and two. Can’t do it. I’m sorry. Platonic love between siblings is what we love here.

What do you guys think? What’s your ideal cast?

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⭐ " @timeguardians

I love your Peggy Carter SO much. Throw her at Diana Prince, I beg!

Other muses you could throw Peggy at:

Evelyn Johnson (Pearl Harbor 2001)

Anastasia Romanov:

Matthew Crawley (Downton Abbey)

Lucy-Grace Roennfeldt (The Light Between Oceans)

Hannah Roennfeldt (The Light Between Oceans)

Isabel Sherbourne (The Light Between Oceans)

If they are from the WWI Era into the 1920s, throw her at them.

Rose from Titanic is the same as above.

Melody:

Baelfire Jones (AU OUAT)

Wendy Darling (Peter Pan)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan)

Peter Pan (Peter Pan)

Emma Swan (OUAT)

Princess Jasmine (Aladdin 2019)

Ariel is the same as above.

If you have an idea not listed here, please throw it at me, I'd love it!

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sweet-chimera · 1 year

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@mutuals send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u!

// THE DEPTH YOU PROVIDE TO JAFAR. YESSSS. YESSSS. DO you know how much of a nerd I am for character analysis, writing, and history rolled into one. Like I literally have entire essays on the history of niche maps, or building structures, or the art style and materials of asia minor and the middle east pre- 1700's just for the fun of it!?

//And here you go effortlessly fleshing out a villain with real world historical and religious connection and building upon the personality of a villain who unlike some other disney villains we really do not get the back story or motivation for. Hell, we know ursula and triton were married. We know that Shan-yu was conquering china because historically thats what huns did. They were ruthless warriors who expanded for their people. But jafar? Nothing.

//UNTIL YOU-- like literally before this there were like 3 people who i would go out of my way to look at their blog when i pop on tumblr to read their shit before starting my usual postings here. Hannah-the-small, rubbcerhose, and like, arsons blogs. But yours, alexander, hook, and Heiron quickly got added to that list like.

I WANT MORE JAFAR LORE. I WANT MORE HISTORY. I WANT MORE AUS. PLEASE. Also mun is a doll and deserve a break.

#grandvizier #long post #h.mun

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whats-wild-to-you · 10 months

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hello!

may i trouble you to write an enemies to lovers sitch

but plot twist she’s the only one who thinks that they are enemies

thank you :)

😅 imagine hating Jay when he’s secretly crushing on you 🤭

~ this is going to be an AU in which Jay and y/n are college students in the U.S. 😏 let’s call her Allie for the story’s sake. Also there’s going to be a Jay POV as well.

ps. I didn’t mean for it to be that long, but in the end it ended up that way 😅

pps. I will post this on my master list as well since it’s more like a short story

pps. this is getting soooooooo long already and I'm only halfway done with it, I guess I'll have to stop here and continue in part 2 🫣

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I knocked on the door of Hannah’s boyfriend’s dorm. The wind was blowing relentless and my face froze albeit walking only a short distance from my car to the door. A few seconds later it opened and I stared at Hannah who held a finger up against her lips.

“Again?” I whispered, while entering.

She had turned on some music but because her boyfriend had a paper to finish, it wouldn’t completely drown out all the noises coming from Jay’s bedroom.

As always he had a chick in there and was getting laid. It was the main reason that I despised meeting Hannah here. I didn’t think I ever visited, with Jay not fucking some bimbo next door.

“Sorry! I haven’t seen Brian all week.”

I nodded in understanding. Hannah and Brian were dating for about two years. A lifetime in the eyes of a college student.

We sat down on the couch and finished our own paper before Hannah described -in great detail- her two year anniversary date with Brian.

The playlist ended the same time Jay’s room went quiet. Brian looked up for a second, chuckling, as he checked the time.

“Champ!”

I rolled my eyes, making a disgusted face at Hannah, who giggled.

I had met Jay a couple times when Hannah and Brian first started dating. Soon I realized what a player he was. It didn’t take much for him to leave with a girl. Usually they hung out around him like flies over a pile of cow dung.

I had almost chocked on my fries when Hannah suggested one day to go out on a date with him.

‘He’s not that bad. Yeah, sure, he has a bad boy rep but once you get to know him you’ll see he’s really a nice guy!’

‘Why don’t you date him then?’ I had retorted, disgusted by the mere thought of going out with Jay. He made it plenty clear he did not find me attractive. From then on Hannah knew better than to bring him up again.

We all stayed quiet, listening to the shuffling in the room.

“Who is she?” I whispered. There weren’t many girls left on campus, Jay hadn’t slept with. That, and his rule of not hooking up twice with the same chick, made it harder and harder for him to find a suitable girl.

“No idea. They were in there when I came back from class.” Brian shrugged.

With a creak, the door opened. A scantily dressed girl emerged, making me chuckle as I thought how cold it was outside. I assumed Jay would come out next, but my eyes widened in shock when another girl left his room, sprinting to the door.

“Nice!” Brian exclaimed as soon as Jay walked out, giving his roommate a high five.

Both Hannah and I grunted, which diverted Jay’s attention to the couch on the other side of the common room.

“Fuck!” Jay muttered under his breath.

“Hello to you too!” I said, rolling my eyes at him. For the sake of Hannah and Brian I met him with the most basic level of human politeness.

Jay obviously did not like my company. Didn’t like talking to me, didn’t like sitting next to me, didn’t like looking at me. I never even knew what his problem with me was but whatever it was, it was mutual.

He may have been a nice guy, although I still didn't have firsthand-proof of that, but he was also a player. And I didn’t like games.

“Dude, why di-” Jay began arguing with Brian, but lowered his voice when he saw me looking in his direction.

“I hope you didn’t hurry because of me! I really don’t care what you do in your own bedroom. I’m leaving anyway.”

Jay looked at me and I swear I could see shame in his eyes. Hannah giggled, putting on her thick winter coat and walking me to my car.

“How are you?”

“The pain comes in waves. After all, Nick and I were together for a year.”

Though it hadn't been a long time, I thought Nick and I would last forever.

“You need some serious distraction, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.”

I shook my head. Hannah always had my back. I couldn’t possibly ask for more.

“Why don’t you come with us on Friday? I’m sure it will be fun.” Hannah offered, despite knowing that frat parties weren’t really my thing.

“I don’t know…”

“Lots of cute guys, free alcohol…”

Those were all things I wasn’t interested in, Hannah knew that. It dawned on me that she desperately needed someone sane with her. Once Brian met his friends he usually went beserk.

“Fine.”

“Oh, thank you! I love you. See you Friday!”

Two days later I stood in the frat house of Phi Beta Kappa, awkwardly shuffling with my feet, absentmindedly sipping on my drink. I was supposed to meet up with Hannah and Brian but they had some last minute issues and Hannah texted me, saying they’d meet me at the party.

Now here I was, all alone, timid like a deer caught in headlights, recognizing absolutely nobody.

It’s been 45 minutes since Hannah texted me and I decided to wait for another 15 before I would head home.

“Did you get lost? What are you doing here?” A familiar voice shouted in my ear.

I turned around, standing way to close to Jay. I had to admit, up close he looked gorgeous with his sharp jawline and chiseled cheekbones. His eyes glistened with amusement at my annoyed face.

“I was supposed to meet Hannah here. She said she’d be late.”

“They’re not coming.”

“What? But sh-” Before I could finish my sentence, Jay shoved his phone in my face, showing me a text Brian had sent him 5 minutes ago.

Yo, bro, we’re kinda busy here. Don’t think we’ll make it. Take care of Alissa.

“I can take care of myself.” I responded, simultaneously checking my phone.

Why didn’t Hannah text me?

When I pulled my phone out, I got the answer. The battery died. Great!

“Need a ride?”

“No. I drove here myself.”

“What’s the problem then?” Jay looked at me quizzically. There was concern mixed in with his amused tone, something I chugged up to the fact that he probably was scared of Hannah.

Yeah, what was the problem?

Suddenly I felt out of my element. I came here alone and I was planning on leaving alone but now the prospect of me alone on the road sounded frightening. What if something happened? I wouldn’t be able to call for help.

“Do you need company?” This time his voice was much softer, almost pleading me to say yes.

“No.”

Yes!

I looked around but my eyes involuntarily landed back on Jay.

What was he doing here? I was pretty sure he already slept with every female on this party.

“Where’s your car? Lead the way.”

“I don’t need a babysitter. Isn’t there a girl here you can hook up with instead?”

I talked without thinking, a bad habit I revealed to those around whenever I was stressed. I only realized I went overboard when I saw Jay’s expression. He looked remorseful.

“I’m sorry. Really! Thank you for staying with me.”

Maybe Hannah wasn’t wrong after all. He could be nice.

He’s only being nice because Brian asked him to!, the voice in my head answered.

“Give me the keys, I’ll drive.”

“No, it’s okay. I-”

“Keys.” He said and I obeyed immediately, handing him the keys, mumbling a small thank you.

The whole ride long my eyes were glue on the road ahead. Despite noticing Jay tilting his head to look at me several times, I didn’t dare to meet his eyes.

“So you’re still with that guy? What was his name... Rick?”

“Nick. And no. We broke up recently.”

I had no idea why I was telling Jay all that. Or why he even asked. And how the hell he knew about me and Nick.

Hannah! Hannah must've told him.

“Breakups are tough but the best thing you can do is get back on the horse.” He said, smirking. I caught the sexual reference. If Brian was around they’d probably high-five each other for five minutes.

“I’m curious. Does your life really revolve around sex? Like 24/7?” I was unnecessarily harsh and the pained expression adorning his face made me regret my comment immediately.

“I’m sorry, I- No, your right. I’m stuck-up.”

“I never said this.”

“But you’re thinking it. Everyone, even Hannah, says I need to let loose once in a while. But how do I do that?”

“First of all, stop overthinking! You’re in college! You’re supposed to have fun and do dumb things!”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What’s your criteria when you choose a girl to hook up with?”

“What?” Jay cocked an eyebrow but his gaze remained on the road.

“What do you look for? Do you care about her personality or just her looks?”

“I- You really wanna know?”

“Yes.”

“It may sound harsh, but personality doesn’t matter since I’m not planning on dating them. Looks? I mean all girls look cute. Ultimately it comes down to who agrees to go home with me.”

“Would you take me home. Theoretically.”

Jay almost caused an accident but I chose to stay silent. My eyes landed on his fingers that gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“No.”

“Of course not.” I mumbled under my breath. “And may I know why?”

“Because you’re not one of those girls who like casual things.”

“I see.”

My breakup with Nick was nagging at me since the day he insisted to meet me for coffee. I had known something was off the second I stepped foot in the café and locked eyes with him. He started talking and I knew exactly where it was going, yet I stayed and listened to his bullshit excuse. Like the fool that I was. To this day I’m sure he broke up with me because he found someone better. Someone more fun.

“So, in other words, I’m boring.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. At all!” He turned and looked intently at me. I believed he was telling the truth. Either that or he was an exceptionally good liar.

“If I’m not boring then take me back to your place and let’s hook up.”

“You don’t want that.” He said calmly, but I could hear his grinding his teeth.

“You said a minute ago this was what college was for. Making dumb decisions. And you also told me I wasn’t boring, so we go. We do this!”

I looked over but he remained stone-faced.

"We're doing this!" I repeated, leaving no room for discussion.

Jay mumbled something that sounded like 'Fine.' and headed towards his dorm.

My confidence left me way too soon. What if Hannah and Brian were there? What would they think if they saw me with Jay? I fumbled with the hem of my shirt as Jay unlocked the door. Thankfully it was dark, which meant no one was home. Hannah and Brian might have gone out or something.

"You know where my room is. Go ahead! I'll meet you there in a sec."

I nodded and slowly walked over to Jay's room. It was the first time I saw it and I made sure to take everything in. I wasn't expecting such a large collection of books. Also his bed was smaller than I had anticipated.

A chuckle left my lips when I thought of the girls who agreed to come back here thinking they'd have a sex cave waiting for them.

No, this was a typical dorm room, and if I hadn't known Jay, I'd think this is just some geek's bedroom.

"You're still dressed!"

Jay's voice made me jump up and I quickly turned around, finding out he had only his boxer shorts on.

"Oh, I'll be a minute." I facepalmed myself, that was why he left me here alone. Was he doing that with all his girls?

"This is actually very convenient. I'll be able to get over Nick in zero time!"

"No talking! Unless it's dirty talk." Jay reminded me and put his fingers over my lips.

I lowered myself onto his bed and watched as Jay slowly climbed on top of me, nibbling on my neck. A moan immediately escaped my throat when simultaneously I felt his hand traveling south.

I took a deep breath, coming to terms that I was about to become one of Jay's many hookups. Not a title I was particularly proud of.

The snow hit the window ever so softly, but due to the absolute silence in the room, I thought I could hear it patter against the cold glass.

I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to see the familiar sight of my room but panicked when I didn't recognize my surroundings.

Then it all came back to me.

I hooked up. With Jay.

Begrudgingly, I climbed out of the bed. I must've fallen asleep, and Jay obviously didn't want to drag my heavy body back to his car to drive me to my dorm.

I shivered at my self-destructive thoughts. I was looking okay. No! I was good-looking. Admittedly, not a beanpole like the girls he usually fucked but I wasn't hideous.

I groaned audibly when images of last night flashed before my eyes.

Me riding Jay like his dick had some magical powers. Him pounding me from behind while a multitude of expletives left my lips. He was holding onto my hips, drilling into me relentlessly. I still had the marks to prove it.

Listening in closely, I couldn't make out any sounds coming from the other side of the door. Relieved, I cracked it open, carefully peeking out. I was alone. Within minutes I was dressed and sprinted to the door, the same way I had seen the girls leave Jay's room less that 24 hours ago.

Shame spread throughout me, I could never see Jay again.

I hadn't come up with a story until I saw Hannah waiting for me outside our dorm.

"Where the hell have you been? I was worried sick!"

I hugged her tight, apologizing over and over again. Inside, I connected my phone to the charger, sighing when I saw all the texts from her.

None from him., I thought to myself but buried those thoughts deep down in my soul.

Was I really expecting to hear from Jay? Last night he spelled it out clearly. Just one night! That's all these girls would ever get.

"Where were you?" Hannah's concerned voice rattled me.

"Huh? Oh, I fell asleep at the party. I woke up, surrounded by chaos and some people I've never met were cleaning up around me."

That was obviously a lie but I had seen enough teen movies to know what happened at parties like these.

"Damn, that little fucker!" She mumbled under her breath and I realized she was talking about Jay.

A strange urge to protect him came over me, so I quickly added. "Jay found me and wanted to keep me company. Said it was an order from you!"

"I just didn't want you to be alone amongst strangers. Was he not nice to you?"

I bit hard on my bottom lip, until I tasted blood. "I sent him away. I didn't need his company."

I prayed to God Jay hadn't met Brian yet, when I dived for my phone once Hannah left my room. We needed to align our stories.

Jay's POV

It took every once of strength I possessed to get up off the bed while Allie still laid in it, sleeping peacefully. I felt the exhaustion down to my bones, but it wasn't an unpleasant pain. While the sex with all those others girls was about me nutting fast and getting her to orgasm as well, with Allie I had taken my sweet time, memorizing every inch of her delectable body. She always wore loose fitting clothes so I had no idea the body of a sex goddess was hidden underneath them.

And what a sex goddess she was!

I chuckled when I downed the rest of my coffee and left for classes.

It was noon when a text message lit up my phone. I was sitting in the cafeteria, but I had no appetite. Several girls had already approached me to make plans for the night, but I had turned them all down. With a frown on their faces they left one by one after being rejected.

We didn't come up with a story, so I told Hannah I sent you away at the party and fell asleep there. If Brian asks, tell him the same.

I gritted my teeth. For once I didn't like lying to Brian even though I knew why Allie insisted on hiding the truth.

But there was also another reason that made my blood boil.

Last night, with Allie, it felt different. It wasn't a mindless fuck. I wasn't trying to deal with the pain when I had slept with her. At first I thought she was bluffing, that she would run out of the dorm at any moment. But she didn't. She stayed.

Idiot! She's not into you! When will you accept this? She said so herself. She only fucked you to get over her ex!

Allie had said this but I wasn't buying it. She wasn't that kind of girl.

Ok., I texted back. No matter how much I wanted a repeat of last night I had to get to terms with the fact that I wouldn't get a second chance with Allie.

Like on cue, Brian showed up next to me, looking dishevelled.

"What happened to you?" I looked at his as if he was crazy.

"Have you been outside? It's the freaking apocalypse! Like in that movie! Uh... what is it called again? Damn, Hannah and I watched it just the other day."

I had drowned out Brian's rattling and took the phone in my hand, texting Allie to be safe even before I could stop myself.

Ok., came her short reply. I couldn't hide the fact that I was pissed at her short answer but she was just mimicking me.

"Had fun last night?" Brian asked, absentmindedly checking his phone.

"I left early."

"Uh, Allie was a cockblock, wasn't she?"

Quite the opposite., I thought to myself and a small smile appeared on my lips. Quickly, I turned away from Brian, acting as if I needed to find something in my backpack.

"Actually she told me to leave. Didn't want me to babysit her." I lied as per our agreement.

"Hmm, Hannah predicted this. So, what? You got laid after?"

"No, I didn't."

"Dude, let's go out later for drinks then. I can't tap any, but you know I can be an excellent wing man!"

"Not in the mood, to be honest."

"Are you sick?" Brian cackled.

I kept staring into nothing, but from the corner of my eye I could see Brian raising an eyebrow at me.

It was after 10pm when I finally plopped down on my bed. I closed my eyes, trying to shift my focus to something else, but it was impossible. The bedsheets had absorbed Allie's scent, filling my nostrils, making me long for her body again.

Without much thought, I pulled out my phone and texted her.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Come over.

No.

Should I come over?

No!

Why not?

Because I know what you want, but I ain't giving it to you anymore.

I'm hurt. You think that little of me?

Yes! Now leave me alone.

I miss your body. It wasn't entirely a lie. I did miss her body. Amongst other things.

Pfft!

Just one more time.

No. This goes against your rule, remember?

So, would you come if it wasn't for that rule? Because I'm making an exception. The rule doesn't apply tonight.

The answer is still no.

Defeated, I threw the phone away from me, not trusting myself. It pinged seconds later and I was up so fast looking for it I got dizzy.

In the end it was just another one of these girls who only wanted to brag about how they had sex with me.

I decided that I wasn't going to give up that easily.

I'm coming over!, I texted Allie and left my dorm immediately.

-> click here for part 2

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