don't breathe

She didn’t know how into her he was — just a few days earlier she had walked in on him going down on a girl and just that night watched him give a shirtless lap dance to another — and since they had met he had always been “Mr. I Don’t Do Girlfriends.” So to sneak up to the broadcast booth and start singing that song to the whole arena?

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impossible things

Off Campus | Hannah x Garrett | Rated M | 2.3K

Hannah Wells was sleeping in his bed. But they weren’t sleeping together. It was, as the philosophers might say, a paradox.

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‘tis the season

Off Campus | Hannah x Garrett | Rated M | 2.7K

Before heading off for Christmas break, Hannah and Garrett exchange gifts.

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the rules of the game

Off Campus | Hannah x Garrett | Rated M | 3.4K

After she makes dinner for his roommates, Garrett takes Hannah upstairs and teaches her some new rules to an old game.

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skin deep

Off Campus | Hannah x Garrett | Rated E | 2.8K

After a disastrous Thanksgiving — made a little better by cold turkey sandwiches at Malone’s — Hannah takes Garrett back home and proceeds to take care of him in all kinds of ways.

#39: Share a snippet from a WIP

Very sneaky, Anon, but I don’t mind! Just for context, this is part of a prompt fill I’m working on (that will eventually be added to “every waking moment”) where Benedict gets jealous seeing Sophie and Footman John talking together. I mean, obviously, there’s nothing going on there — we know John only has eyes for Hazel at that point — but poor Benedict hasn’t gotten that memo!

Aside from the maid who opened the front door and curtseyed as he brushed by, Benedict encountered no one on his way to the study. That was for the best: he had no wish to encounter anyone, particularly not any of his family, all of whom, fortunately, seemed to be busy in the ballroom, preparing for Hyacinth’s recital. There was at least a legitimate reason for his visit, some papers of the viscount that were needed for the business of the estate. Of course, he could have sent Hatch for them—his valet would have had them back within the hour—but Benedict desired to fetch them himself. Because it was not just the papers he wanted, but another opportunity to speak to Sophie. His ruse of meeting her in the street as she accompanied Eloise had partially succeeded—it had given him a few minutes alone with her, where he might at last hear her answer to his offer—but her response had not been at all what he had hoped. If only there had been more time for them to speak! Benedict might have done more to explain, to show her that all he wanted was to care for her, to be with her in the only way that was possible for the two of them. But Eloise and Francesca had emerged much too soon from the shop, their purchase complete, and then Sophie was gone, following behind his two sisters without a single glance back at him. Benedict could only hope she was not in the ballroom, attending on Hyacinth, but somewhere else in the house. Perhaps he might only have a moment with her—but he swore he would not let it go to waste.