#Hook Fan Fiction

[wrestlersownmyheart]

"In Dreams" Chapter 4 (Hook X Older Female Reader)

Title: In Dreams Pairing: Hook X Older Female Reader Summary: Hook meets the woman of his dreams. Literally. The only problem? She is married in actuality. And her marriage is not the happy one she tries to portray in reality. Not to mention Y/N has a secret she failed to reveal in their shared dreams. Can Hook persuade her to leave her husband and seek the safety of his love instead? Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with AEW. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Through the story as a whole–Domestic Abuse against a woman, this chapter has blood and violence

Chapter 4

You called in to both your jobs the next day and quit.

Derek made you.

He was convinced you were cheating with a co-worker and the only way to get you to stop was to make you quit your jobs.

In the space of twelve hours, he'd totally isolated you. You had no one.

And on top of that, you had no way to pay bills once they came due. Something you'd not been able to get through Derek's head.

You were frightened, because you knew when the bills were due you'd most likely suffer another beating for not having enough money to pay them.

You fought sleep tooth and nail. You knew there was only so long you could go without sleep, but you had to stay away from Hook. You couldn't bear for him to get hurt.

You couldn't let that happen. You'd fallen for Hook plain and simple. There was so much about him you didn't know–and he of you, but there was a lot you did know about him too. You could feel in your dreams how much he cared about you. Truly. He'd never hurt you. You just knew that.

So, you spent your time cleaning the old house and wondering why because you were most likely going to be evicted in the next couple months. But that was something your mother had instilled in you was to keep a clean house.

You had to find a way out of this marriage. You just had to.

If you didn't he was going to kill you and most likely SIenna too.

"I have to figure a way out," You thought out loud as you scrubbed the bathroom shower. "There's no other option."

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It had been several days since Hook had seen Y/N. He was just sick. He couldn't get his mind on wrestling which used to be all he thought about. He couldn't focus on anything. He didn't care about food or working out. He didn't even enjoy sleeping since he wasn't seeing Y/N.

He headed for the showers and cleaned up quickly, and then minutes later was leaving the gym for his apartment. He was going to search for Y/N online.

Once he was sitting on his bed in his bedroom, he pulled his laptop from his backpack and began his search.

He started by Googling "Y/N Y/L/N, New England". He found numerous profiles on facebook and dug through them in search of Y/N.

About an hour, and countless photos later, he came across a picture on Google that unmistakably resembled her. He clicked on the link that took him to a Facebook profile of a woman named Y/N Y/L/N.

"Gotcha," Hook smiled and began looking through the profile. She'd not been on in about a year however. Still, it would let him know where she most likely was.

Boston, he quickly realized as he looked through her bio.

From there he went back to Google and used a reputable people search engine to locate her address and phone number.

Another half hour later, he was confidently scribbling down her address and then heading for his rental.

He was getting an immediate flight to Boston.

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Derek was out at the moment, doing God only knew what, so you took that opportunity to take a much needed nap. Your fever was spiking, your body ached, both from the abuse it had taken as well as the cold–which you were beginning to wonder if it was the flu–and you were dehydrated because you couldn't keep your mind clear enough to drink fluids. You were going to have a trip to the hospital if you didn't take better care of yourself.

As for your nap, you could only hope you wouldn't run into Hook. Okay, so you actually couldn't help but wish you would, but you knew it was better for everyone involved if you didn't.

You had just flopped onto the bed, when you heard a knock at the door.

Sighing, you took the wet washcloth from your forehead that you'd been using to aid with your fever, laid it on the night table, and raised up from the bed. Slowly, you made your way down the hall to the stairs. Your sickness was taking its toll. You were recognizing the signs of needing a doctor, and soon. As you headed down the stairs, you stumbled and nearly tumbled down the last few steps. By the grace of God you caught hold of the railing and held on for dear life till your feet became more steady.

Another knock. More insistent.

"I'm… I'm coming…" You tried to call out. But it only came out a soft whisper. Your breathing was turning ragged and you wanted so badly to just curl up on the floor and go to sleep.

Finally, finally you reached the door just as a booming knock sounded. And you became afraid that Derek had gone out, got drunk, and forgotten his keys to the house.

He'll kill me now for taking so long, you thought, as you fumbled with the chain lock and then the dead bolt.

After what seemed like ages, you got the door open. Your eyes were lowered. Initially. But you slowly raised your gaze.

You saw a pair of jeans clad legs. Then a black hoodied torso.

Hook's handsome face swam before you as you lifted your eyes higher.

He looked shy for a change. Or unsure, you didn't know which. And then he saw the state you were in.

"H-Hook…" You stammered out in shock. Your heartbeat sped up and then you were sinking to the floor.

"Y/N!" He softly called your name out and latched onto your arms, holding you upright. "Baby, you're burning up! Badly!"

"You c-can't… b-be here…." you sobbed. "Derek… he'll be back any minute."'

Your legs trembled and you started to go down again. Hook uttered a soft curse and bent down, lifting you up into his arms, bridal style, noted your wince of pain.

Then he was entering your home, and kicking the door shut behind him as you finally gave in to the darkness creeping into your vision…

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Hook took a deep breath and stepped out of his rental as he eyed the ramshackle house before him. It was an old two-story building that had seen better days.

"No wonder Y/N was so nervous about me seeing her home." He thought aloud as he headed for the front porch. Well, no more. I'm going to show her that I don't care in the least what she lives in. Although, if she'll have me, I'll make sure she never has to worry about living like this any more. Never mind that Y/N was married. She obviously wasn't happy in the marriage and Hook was going to take her away from the dude, plain and simple.

He stepped up to the porch and knocked on the front door. Waited a moment and then knocked again. He could hear stirring within the front room or hallway and proceeded to pound the door again. He was halfway in a boxing stance in case he had to fight the husband right away, when the door finally opened.

Y/N stepped up to the door frame as her gaze slowly–very slowly–lifted to meet his.

Hook saw how pale she was and instantly knew something was terribly wrong. He was vaguely aware of the bruise at her jawline when she spoke softly.

"H-Hook…" she cried weakly and then went sailing for the floor.

"Y/N!" He said loudly, trying to rouse her as he grabbed at her arms and held her up. He could feel her scorching skin against his hands. "Geez, baby, you're burning up! Badly!"

"You c-can't… b-be here…." she choked out on a sob. "Derek… he'll be back any minute."'

She started to fall again and he lifted her limp frame up into his arms, cradling her against his muscled chest as he let out a low curse.

"Baby… Wake up…" he uttered, jostling her slight frame in his arms. "Please." He carried her through the hallway to the living room to find only a recliner or a love seat to lay her on. He went in search of the bedroom so he could properly lay her in bed.

He went up the stairs quickly and discovered the bedroom to be the first door on the right. He entered the room and carried Y/N over to the bed where he gently deposited her onto it. Then he picked up the cold, wet washcloth from her night table and placed it over her forehead. And that is when he fully noticed and took in her wounded state.

Her face was bruised, and she had a split lip. God only knew what else had happened to her.

"The scumbag hits her," he growled to himself. No wonder she was so scared.

"I've gotta get you to the hospital," he murmured. "You need medical help."

He started to lift her back up to carry her to his car when he heard a baby's cry nearby.

"What the-" He headed for the doorway, following the sound of the baby's wails. He moved across the hallway and found a nursery with a baby in a crib. A little girl. Less than six months old.

"What the…" He repeated. Y/N hadn't mentioned a daughter.

He cautiously stepped up to the crib, not wanting to frighten the baby. "Hey, sweetie," he said softly, and reached down, brushing his thumb over the baby's silky cheek. "You're mom's gonna be okay. I promise."

When the baby continued to cry, he awkwardly lifted her up and held her against his chest, jostling her. "Shh-shh…" Immediately, the baby quieted and snuggled against his shoulder.

"What… what are you doing?..."

Hook turned and saw you bracing yourself against the nursery's door frame. "

"Your baby was crying," he answered, jostling the infant again. "I thought I should comfort her."

"I mean…" you clearly were struggling to keep your mind focused. "I mean, what are you doing here? If Derek finds you here…"

Why didn't you tell me he hits you," Hook demanded, gently laying the baby back down in the crib. He stepped over to you and tilted her chin back with his fingers so he could get another look at you. "That son of a-"

"You have to leave, Hook. Please."

"I'm not leaving you here. As lame as this probably sounds, Y/N, I've come to take you away from here. Away from all this."

You immediately shook your head. "You can't. I can't. I mean…" you huffed a weak sigh. "He'll… He'll kill us. All of us."

"Baby, you don't know who I am if you think you can tell me something like that and then think I'll turn and walk away from you." His eyes scanned your face, took in the bruises, the cuts. "No, I'll kill him."

He pulled you into his arms. Tilted your chin back again and lowered his head. His lips a breath away from yours, he whispered, "Finally, I get to kiss you."

His mouth lowered to yours then and closed the small gap between the two of you.

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Hook's mouth was on yours and oh, was it glorious.

"Mmm," you moaned into his mouth and kissed him back. You couldn't help yourself. His lips moved against yours and his tongue slid past your lips, plundering your mouth. Your legs threatened to buckle again and Hook pulled you even closer against his chest to keep you upright.

"Pack some stuff," he murmured into your mouth. "We're getting out of here."

"I'm scared," you whispered. "If something happens to Sienna, or you…"

"I won't let anything happen to either of you. I swear," Hook reassured you, kissing you again. "Now, go pack. I'll pack the baby's stuff."

You nodded, still in a daze that Hook was standing in the middle of your house. "There's some suitcases in the hall closet." You led him over to the closet and grabbed the small suitcase for Sienna, and handed it to Hook. The larger one you took for yourself. As Hook went back to the nursery to pack for Sienna, you headed to your bedroom and began filling the suitcase with some clothes and toiletries.

A few minutes of packing passed, and then you heard the click of the bedroom door closing.

And another click.

The lock.

Afraid of what you'd see, you slowly turned and saw Derek blocking the door.

"Who is the kid in the nursery," he asked quietly, sauntering toward you. "Who is he? You've been cheating on me with a kid?" He glanced over his shoulder as if he was afraid Hook would hear him. "One scream and you are dead."

"He's… He is not a kid. And I have not been cheating on you." You said, backing up till your back hit the wall. You had nowhere to go.

Derek was close to you now, close enough to reach out and wrap his hands around your throat. Which he did. "How dare you disrespect me!"

He squeezed, choking off your air supply. You struggled, and tried to pry his hands off your throat.

"You're so dead. And so is the little brat."

This had you struggling even more.

Faintly, you heard Hook's voice behind the bedroom door.

"Baby, open the door!"

"Baby, open the door," Derek mocked as he choked you to death.

You took that moment to drive your knee up into Derek's crotch. He let out a weird groan and released you as you knew he would and you stumbled toward the door. Just as you were about to touch the lock a hand reached out and grabbed hold of your hair, yanking you back toward Derek.

The door then busted open with Hook charging into the room.

Frightened for Hook but relieved at the same time, you heard a sharp click and then felt three rapid jabs to your stomach.

"Oh!" You cried out softly at the delayed pain.

"Y/N? Baby?" Hook said, a question in his tone. His eyes were on Derek's hand at your stomach.

You looked down as well, and saw Derek's hand slowly, painfully so, twist a knife into your stomach.

"Oh," you cried again, "Oh, God… I…" You started to fall and that is when Hook came out of his horrified stupor. At first he didn't seem to know what to do. Attack Derek, or come to your aid. It didn't take but a second for him to dive to your side on the floor. At the same moment, Derek ran out the bedroom door. You were only faintly aware of what was going on around you. But you were keenly aware of Hook's arms going around you and tugging you partially into his lap. You groaned in pain and clenched your eyes shut.

"Baby, stay with me," Hook demanded, pulling out his phone.

You reached for the knife still stuck in your stomach, attempted to pull it out.

"No, sweetheart, leave it. You could bleed out if you pull it out." Hook moved your hand to rest by your side and proceeded to make a call on his phone.

"Yes, I need an ambulance and the police."

He rattled off the address and gave the reason for the call and then tossed the phone to the floor. His attention was fully on you. Blood had soaked into his hoodie and jeans but he paid it no mind at all.

"Hang on, Y/N. The ambulance is coming."

You gazed up at him through tears. You could feel yourself weakening. "I-I'm sorry, I…"

"Shhh-shhh," Hook shushed you gently, and checked your pulse.

Not good, he thought.

"I have no family…" You whispered now, growing more and more tired. "Pl-please, take care of Sienna…"

"Honey, I'll take care of her till you're well. But then you are going to raise her. You're going to be there to be her mom."

"I love you…"

"Stop it, Y/N. Tell me when you are well. Not when you're scaring the life out of me."

A tear spilled over your eye and trailed down your temple. "I love you, Hook," you whispered before succumbing to unconsciousness…

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I LOVE PARTY BLUE, could you do the same but reader x Hook. THANKS 💞

Clumsy Beats

hook x gn! reader

summary: hook protects your from someone who cast a spell on your drink

warnings: tiny bit of agnst, spell casting

a/n: tysm for the request! I’m running out of hook photos

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The VK’s took Halloween very seriously. There party was the most prestigious and the hardest to get invited to. You hadn’t been to any of their party’s because you were kind of unknown.

To them you weren’t because all hook would talk about was you. You were one of the first people hook sent an invite too. He was hoping to impress you at the party and make you fall in love with him.

You weren’t originally going to go but after hearing everyone hype it up you decided to go since you did have an invite. You arrived at Uliana’s lair where two very scary bodyguards were standing at the door.

You were about to turn around to leave when hook spotted you. He dashed to the door grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. When people said the party was insane they meant it.

Hook was very protective over you that night he didn’t let you out of his site and kept you close to him all night. You didn’t mind, you were actually happy someone saved you from sitting in the corner all night.

One of hooks secret admirers saw how close you two were. They were pissed and so when hook went to get you a drink they cast a spell on it to make you very clumsy.

You drank it unsuspectingly and the next thing you knew your balance was gone. You constantly had to hold on to Hook to make sure you didn’t fall over. He was confused to why you kept tripping over but he didn’t mind being something you had to hold onto.

When they saw how clingy you were towards hook they got madder. They walked over and sparked up a conversation with hook completely ignoring you. Their foot glided into yours causing you to tumble over it and hit the floor.

Hook dropped to you immediately checking everywhere to make sure you were okay. Hooks admirer scoffed and rolled their eyes “I don’t know why you care so much, you should’ve just left them on the floor” Hook stood up rage washing over him “What did you just say” He pulled you up with his hand “Get out!” The admirer was shocked “What?” He glared at them “Get OUT!”

You were startled by the sudden raising of his voice. The bodyguards from before came and took the admirer out of the party. He turned to you and started apologising you just laughed and told him it was alright.

Later you found out that they had used magic on your drink. You told hook and he was fuming but an idea popped into his head “You ever hear that true loves kiss can break a spell” You laugh “I don’t think it could break this one”

He smirked “Wouldn’t hurt to try” You rolled your eyes. He used his hand to glide your head towards his “Can I?” You smile “I don’t mind” He leaned forward and pressed his lips onto yours. His hands traveled up your neck and onto your head pulling you deeper into the kiss.

When you broke off you stumbled back but instead of falling over you’re stood on your feet “Huh I guess you were right” He smiled “Does this mean you’ll give me a chance?” You laugh “Only if you keep inviting me to your party’s” He was the one to laugh this time “Sure love”

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Been thinking about writing a glassheart or stolenheart hunger games / harry potter au mini series lately, should I push through with the idea? 🤔

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Update: I’ve alr started writing the fics they will all be dropped July 9th for a whole week I’ll drop a fic everyday! This poll will just determine the order I release them in!

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Cruel Summer Ch. 5

Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Cruel Summer Series | Chapter 4

(Thank you all so much for being patient as I worked through personal issues!! I'm trying to write and get new chapters out for you guys. I'm still dealing with personal issues but for now, I'll push through, thank you all so much for always sending kind supportive messages. Love you guys! Enjoy!

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-Chapter 5-

You stared at him before giggling, “Funny Chris, you know….. about us…now that we’re…ya know…gonna be public and all that.” you smiled as he chuckled. “Baby…you know we could never be public…I can't ditch the perfect, good girl next door, to go out with an old co star…besides, we’d never work out publicly, we're better this way. Private, just you and me, locked away in a bedroom somewhere.” he leaned in to kiss you again, but you pulled back feeling bile rise in your throat. “You never planned on leaving her for me…did you?” you asked, staring at the bed. “Babygirl,” he walked around the bed to sit by you on your side of the bed. 

He pulled your chin up kissing your lips before you pulled back, he only had a moment to see your eyes before you slapped him as hard as you could. “Get out. Get the fuck out!” you glared at him before you moved quickly off the other side of the bed. “Sweethear-” “FUCK YOU!” you screamed. “GET OUT!!” you grabbed his clothes throwing them at him, he ducked as his shoes flew at his head. 

The door busted open, your security guards and Megan stood there. “Oh Y/N…” She said softly as Chris stood up after sliding his jeans on. “Y/N! Baby come on! Knock it off, let's talk about this!” he snapped back at you. You raced off into the bathroom, locking the door as the tears fell. You started the shower, a sob leaving your lips as you slid down to the floor crying. 

A few weeks later

“And in other news mega worldwide Popstar Y/N, has deleted all posts from her social media. Sources say, She’s “Blacking out any and all communication on tour, and while she loves sharing her life with her fans, touring has taken a toll on her, she’ll return eventually, but for now. She’s got to focus on herself.” wow, so no more thank you posts to all her concert goers? That’s gonna feel like a slap to the face.” the news reporter stated as her co-star started in on you and your reputation. You sat by the window staring out over the city, thankful that no one could see you all the way up here. “Turn it off.” you grumbled out, “You know it's interesting, one former Avenger star announces his wedding date with pictures of his fiance’ the same time another former Avenger star blacks out her social media? I smell drama!” he chuckled as she gasped. 

“I don’t need to hear how Lacey and Simon think I’m some big fuck up for not wanting to be on social media right now.” you said getting up and grabbing your phone. “I’m going down to the gym, maybe running will clear my head.” you said matter of factly before grabbing your headphones. “Maybe you shouldn’t go alone?” Megan asked as she stood up. Your phone had been blowing up from friends and family checking in on you, wondering why you’d gone radio silent. 

You felt your phone go off as you exited your room and felt the corners of your mouth turn up for the first time in what felt like forever. 

Hemsworthy: ‘This place is super boring without you here.’��

Y/N: ‘Tell me about it. I wish you were here. Life fucking sucks right now.’ 

Hemsworthy: ‘Heard you went black out on socials….you doin okay? 

Y/N: ‘Yep…got a lot going on & I don’t want to see anything online…just, want to focus back on friends and myself for a while…’ 

You sighed as you sent the message, heading into the gym where you began to walk on the treadmill. You thought back over all your time with Chris lately, before he left for South America. The movie nights eating ice cream, playing new songs for him, talking him through his depression when it came to the divorce. You felt tears in your eyes, how could you have been so fucking stupid. 

Were you this desperate to fall in love and be with someone? You’d mistook your friendship with Chris, the things that friends did, as romantic interest and felt yourself developing feelings for him. He was just recently divorced…why would he even think about dating anyone; you needed serious help. 

Hemsworthy: ‘You know if you keep running on the treadmill, you’re gonna burn holes in those tennis shoes missy. :P’ 

You glanced at the message before you did a double take; you didn’t remember telling him you were going to work out to clear your head. “If I have to stand back here any longer I’m gonna go insane.” his thick Australian accent startled you, causing you to whip around as you pulled your headphones off. “Oh my god!” you dashed over to him jumping into his arms as he laughed and hugged you tight. “I missed you popstar,” he mumbled in your ear as you buried your face into his hoodie, breathing in his scent. “I missed you too,” you whispered against his shoulder. 

You jumped down smiling up at him, “Let’s go order some room service and catch up,” he chuckled and cleared his throat, “Uh…I wanted to see if you wanted to go to dinner tonight, with me?” he smiled softly. “Somewhere nice?” he asked as you grinned and nodded, “yeah! That sounds fun!” you said as you both walked to the Elevators. “I have this super cute outfit I’ve been wanting to wear anyways!” you grinned as he chuckled. “I’m sure you’re going to look as beautiful as you always do,” Chris smiled at you, his eyes twinkled softly as you talked about your upcoming show, which was a couple of nights away and Chris was thrilled he was going to attend it. 

When he was touring with you, he would stay back at the hotel, usually cooking a meal for the two of you and picking out a couple of movies for you guys to watch and relax after your shows. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go to your shows, it was just easier to avoid the press. After the divorce, anytime they had the opportunity to print something about him or his ex wife, they jumped on it.  

Once you guys made it back up to the hotel suite, you got ready for the evening, excited to have a nice dinner with someone who didn’t give a shit how famous you were, or what was happening in your life. You looked in the mirror and smiled at the black sequinned dress, which looked like a night sky, with clouds and a half moon on it. You wore strappy black heels and a fur jacket; and paired it with a silver flashy purse with a diamond studded necklace. 

Chris grinned as he saw you come from your bedroom, “Whoa…you look…..incredible,” he held his hand out spinning you around as you giggled softly, “Thank you. My friend Kayleigh had this made for me, and I hadn't found the right occasion to wear it yet, but thought tonight was perfect.” you smiled as he smiled tenderly at you. “Well it’s perfect, come, I’ve made reservations for us.” he chuckled as you giggled excitedly. “Yay! It’s going to be so nice just…going to dinner and relaxing,” you said as you both headed to the car. 

Pulling up to your favorite restaurant you sighed softly, the paparazzi were covering the street and you looked at Chris. “I’m sorry…I know you want to avoid them, I can go first…maybe see if they have a back entrance you can come through?” you said as he reached over and grabbed your hand, smiling softly. “I think I can manage a few photos with a beautiful girl before we go to dinner.” 

The way he smiled at you, something felt different, you were starting to convince yourself that it was all in your head, but a small part of you wanted him to be into you. You knew you were developing feelings for him. “Y/N! Over here! Over here!” several voices shouted at you as you climbed out of the SUV and made your way around to the sidewalk. You smiled, waved at them, clearly not showing annoyance that you held toward them sometimes and even asked a few of them how they were doing this evening. 

You stopped and posed for a couple of photos, when the other door opened and Chris got out smiling and waving at them for a moment before he put his hand on the small of your back as he walked with you to the door. The camera clicks intensified as he placed his hand on your back and you could hear them shouting more questions as you walked in together.

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For Sam Winchester Appreciation Week, Day 5: Personality trait(s)

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Yo loved reading this fic!! Please go read it it’s so cool! And very sad 😢

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Petrichor

Fandom: Descendants (Disney)

Relationships: Uma X Harry Hook, Harry Hook & Mal & Evie & Jay & Carlos DeVil

Word Count: 4K +

Tags: Hurt Harry Hook, Torture, Kidnapping, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Harry Hook Needs a Hug, Angst With a Happy Ending, Sickfic, etc.

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Description: Uma escapes after the Cotillion, but the threat she imposes upon the Kingdom of Auradon remains. Desperate for any information on her whereabouts, the former king, the Beast, sets his sights on Harry Hook, her first mate.

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Captain PT1

Here is a Captain Hook smut as requested! Enjoy!

She turned onto her back and slowly opened her eyes. The sun is shining in through the ragged window curtain. She blinks her eyes to get them adjusted to the bright light. She reaches out toward the other side of the bed to find him already gone. She turns her head toward the side of the bed where he was with her last night. She couldn’t help but smile at the memories that flooded her mind. It’s been a whole week since she first laid eyes on him. She was a tourist the famous islands when she first saw his ship. She smiled to the crew members as she walked by. She couldn’t help but gaze in wonder at the ship before her. “Jolly Roger is her name.” She turned toward the deep raspy voice that seemed to appear all of a sudden. She looked up and her words got caught in her throat. No way. No way was THE Captain Hook right in front of her and now way he was TALKING to her. Her eyes trailed his long black locks and his strong jaw. His lips were lifted up into a wide smile. She then remembered that she has not yet said anything and blushed at the realization. “It’s a beautiful ship, Captain.” Was all she could think to say. He locked gazes with hers and continued to smile. Her heart felt as though it was going to burst right out of her chest. He turned toward her so that his full body was facing her. “I have laid my eyes upon a much rarer beauty.” He said, not lifting his gaze from hers. She blushed deeply and broke the gaze out of embarrassment. “Oh, I don’t know.” She said almost under her breath. He lifted her head with a finger, forcing her to look at him again. “Oh trust me. I do. I am about to sail out. Come with me. Tonight. Tomorrow I will be far from this place.” He almost whispered to her. The breath was taken from her lungs as she tried to process what was happening. Was this real? Was she in a dream? She had to be in a dream…. That was almost more than a week ago when they first met. At times she still can’t believe that she was with THE Captain Hook. She slowly stood and stretched her elegant body. She looked around the captain’s quarters and at the many treasures that decorate it. She walked the room gently grazing her finger along the many rubies and gold pieces found on top of dressers and counter tops. She stopped at what looked like a glass bird cage. She softly and slowly ran her fingers along the intricate detail of roses and thorns that covered the bars. Just then she heard his voice. “Held Tinker Bell herself when she was my special guest.” she spun around and placed her hands at her sides. “Captain!” She said almost stuttering. It was at this moment that she remembered that she was completely naked still. “Please my sea flower, I have told you to call me James.” He said as he walked over to her.  She blushed as he trailed his fingertips along her spine. “James.” She whispered as he pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. He took this as an invitation to gently nibble and suck at the skin of her neck. She bit her lip and tilted her head to the side allowing him to have more access. “I’m sorry I had to leave you this morning. My crew is a pain in my ass but they are loyal beyond comparison.” He said gently to her. “I understand James. You have a ship to run.” She replied with sincerity and honesty. He lifted his head in order to lock gazes with her. He cupped her face with his hand and his hook. It was a contrast in feeling. One side of her face was warm and soft. The other was cold and hard. Still, no matter how, his touch radiated wanting through her body. “You have been so understanding since you have been with me."

[rotato-potato]

I live in a delusional world where in high school musical sharpay and kelsi had a secret tumultuous toxic frenemies with benefits relationship in which sharpay was deeply in denial of her lesbianism hence her overcompensating with her obsession over troy and kelsi was just experiencing a combo of low self esteem I’ll take what I can get and I am fascinated by this turn of events and want to see how it plays out and throughout the movies as kelsi gains more confidence it changes the dynamic of their relationship and they either end up with a respect for each other that slowly turns into affection or they just both end up hurting each other so devastatingly that they never speak to each other again

[nipotazzi]

The tuning up of a soul, Chapter 7: Some things have to be left behind

“This… this is a tent!” she muttered, appreciating the simple ingenuity of the camouflage. Looking inside, the first thing that catched her eyes was the amount of light there was, and the way a lot of various reflective surfaces were placed to amplify it all through the whole place. After her eyes adjusted, she could finally see the ghost’s lair in its entirety, and the owner of the place crouched up, with her back against her, occupied in deciding what labeled box her modified blender would have fitted in best.

“Wow…”

“Oh! you are here!”

“What is this place?”

“My base of operations, and storage, and… home? if you can call it that. Also, sorry for the mess. I’m packing up a lot of things, just like you said I should.” 

Pearl gave one more look around. The aforementioned mess could have easily competed with the one in her room, but the things that were currently displaced were completely different from the ones at home: lots and lots of boxes with labels, similar to those one would make when moving to another place, and several types of unknown machinery on the ground. Some of them seemed like torn apart appliances you would find in any house, and others of more complex and mysterious nature.

“Actually, now that you are here, could you help me with something?” Marina pointed to the boxes in front of her. “And watch for that plate on the ground, it’s a mechanical jumping platform I was working on. Please don’t touch it, it's still not properly calibrated, and I don’t want you to be painfully splatted on the ceiling.”

Following the advice, the inkling slowly reached the side near Marina, dodging all of the things that were on the ground.

“Ok, imagine this: if you had a blender that detects, separates, and ejects away the parts of a condiment that you are allergic to, In which one of these boxes would you put it? in the “Sanitary” box, or the “Food” one?”

Despite the absurd specificity of the question, Pearl gave her answer rather quickly. “Uhm… I'd say food? I don’t think it really matters, since it has both of them covered.”

“Sounds reasonable enough… but… oh man, why is this so hard!?”

Two troubled souls, bound together by fate, thanks to an Inkantation: Marina Ida, a deserter full of regrets that tries desperately to discover herself in the new world that is the surface, and Pearl Houzuki, a bratty rich kid who wants to prove to the world that money can’t buy talent. This is the story of how Pearl and Marina tuned each other's instruments, life, and souls up, ready to face the world, and let it Off The Hook!

Reblogs are always appreciated, and feedback is too. 

[toriluvsnickwayne]

Uhhhhh hey yall im back and I’ll be postingggggggg stories starting tmr.🥳

I’m js gonna follow the schedule of fics js of corse very late(sorry).

Also I’ve got a few things written I forgot abt for Hansum fella ik he’s not wrestling but for yall interested in Hook would prlly be able to read those as well cuz they’re tbe same age same name and both have brown hair.

But tmrs fic backstage reactions will be released at 12 (eastern time)

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[teen-antisocial]

So there will be six eras in the "the final curse" fan fiction and I am proud to say that I have began writing the, "before you" era.

There are 15 songs in this era, and they are;

style (originally performed by taylor swift)

something about her (originally performed by jon lee)

secret love song (originally performed by little mix ft jason derulo)

cornelia street (originally performed by taylor swift)

the scientist (originally performed by coldplay)

the black dog (originally performed by taylor swift)

this town (originally performed by niall horan)

last kiss (originally performed by taylor swift)

all for you (originally performed by cian ducrot)

when I was your man (originally performed by bruno mars)

right where you left me (originally performed by taylor swift)

if this was a movie (originally performed by taylor swift)

I love you, I'm sorry (originally performed by gracie abrams)

better than revenge (originally performed by taylor swift)

you belong with me (originally performed by taylor swift)

[aloneinthedork]

New chapter up! We continue the descent.

[somasbrianrot]

GUYS PLS REQUEST

I don’t know what to write so someone request something pls

IT CAN BE SMUT