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The Umbrella Academy.
so your a tough guy?”
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One. By. One.
Every summer, the friend group gathers somewhere unforgettable, this year is a remote lodge for the anniversary of the group’s founding. There’s a tradition: whoever’s the newest addition to the group has to play “the game” on their first night. A deck of cards, an old rulebook, an antique box nobody remembers who brought.
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possessive
His presence wrapped around you like smoke — inescapable, intoxicating, dangerous. Theodore’s hand lingered at the small of your back, fingers pressing just enough to remind you you were his, even here, even now. His voice was low, a velvet threat, murmuring words meant for your ears alone. Those sharp eyes tracked every move, every glance you gave someone else, the air around him charged with that unspoken claim. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t safe. But you found yourself leaning into it, letting his shadow swallow you whole, because the danger felt like a promise — one you weren’t sure you’d survive without.
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Absence
You grew up in the Sparrow Academy as Number Seven, raised by Reginald Hargreeves in a timeline where the Umbrella siblings were never supposed to matter. Your power was always framed as protection, you erase, unmake, smooth over the cracks when reality threatens to remember something it shouldn’t.
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Bullet Train
What you don’t know is that the briefcase was never the job. The job was you.
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Fear Street: 1994
“The witches curse is real!” ⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆ !! read the premise and opening scene for more !! Sam fraser x you <3
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Reservation Dogs
You didn’t move to the rez to make friends. You moved because there was nowhere else to go. Everyone warns you off the four of them, the trouble since their friend died, they said, best left alone, but the trouble finds you first, in the form of a stolen van blocking your aunt’s driveway and a group of teenagers who don’t so much invite you in as fail to keep you out. Grief recognizes grief, even when nobody says the word out loud, and somewhere between petty crime and 3am parking lots, you stop being the new girl and start being theirs. California is still the plan. But you weren’t part of the plan.
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Level Seven
You’ve been Scott’s friend since before the band, before the exes, before any of it got complicated. Then Ramona Flowers shows up, and somewhere between the subspace highways and the sword fights, you realize you’re not just watching this story happen anymore, you’re in it, falling for two people at once, in a world that’s already trying to kill all three of you.
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The Cradle and The Rust| W.M
“You looked, and you didn’t run. I don’t know what to do with someone who stays.”
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You’re back?
For years, everyone assumed the missing Hargreeves sibling wasn’t coming back.
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October, 1995.
You’ve lived on Hollow Pine Court your whole life, one of eleven houses arranged in a loose horseshoe around a cul-de-sac with a dead oak at its center, the kind of tree town legend says has been struck by lightning three times and refuses to fall.
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Tatum, Blaise, and Draco are finishing up their 6th year of Hogwarts after the Cousins for Theodore’s memorial. when tatum overhears a girl at a party saying she hooked up with him during Spring Break in hogsmeade. Draco then admits he had sex with her, believing they were broken up at the time, leading to…
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10 Things I Hate About You | B.S ۶ৎ
"I've spent my whole life being chosen for — my father's rules, Kat's shadow, whoever decided I was worth the trouble. You're the first thing I've ever picked just because I wanted to." ৻ꪆ ִֶָ𓂃
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The Slytherin common room pulsed with low green light, music thudding through the stone walls as bodies pressed close, laughter and whispers curling like smoke. In the center of it all, Draco and Pansy were locked in a sharp, hissing argument—her nails flashing in the dim light, his jaw set, voice like ice. Their words were venom, but his eyes flickered, restless, distracted. When the fight finally burned out, Pansy stormed off in a swirl of perfume and silk, leaving Draco standing in the hum of the party. Without a word to anyone, he slipped away—shoulders tense, footsteps quick—always heading to the same place. To her. And when he found her, there was no hesitation—just the sharp slam of a door and the kind of touch that left no doubt about why he’d come.
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