Hey I love your scenarios. Can I please request a guanlin college au? Thank you!!
Thank you for loving my writing!! ❤❤ Sorry this took so long, i’m in the midst of all my final assignments and midterms at uni right now, but here you go!! It’s a bit more friendship with a hint of potential future relationship so maybe i’ll do a part 2 sometime later on if you’d like? Enjoy!
Kuanlin college!AU (that kinda wasnt a college au, idk i got a bit sidetracked by basketball lmao) ALSO HAPPY BDAY KUANLIN BBY HOPE UR SWEET SIXTEENTH IS LOVELY LIKE U KIDDO
he’s well known around campus as THE international student
like a guy who appeared from a manga/manhwa, he has godly features and proportions
just a very perfect looking human
He’s also the guy that still seems to be having a growth spurt because you swear he’s taller than he was a month ago
Has a keen interest in languages, so he’s doing a double degree in Korean and English
People’s first impression of him are always that he’s this really cool guy
He has this signature outfit of a bomber jacket and ripped jeans
Everyone’s eyes are always drawn to him immediately
“he looks like a celebrity!”
as soon as he took off his sunglasses and sat down, he gave everyone this cute gummy smile and introduced himself
Despite his fashionable attire, he’s rather introverted and sticks to the same group of friends
The first time you met was in class at the start of your first year
you were running late because you had gotten lost because there had been a mistake in the timetable
you had made it in the correct building but it was seriously like a maze
and there was like 2 minutes left until the lecture would start but you were still so lost
1 minute to go and you were about to give up
when Kuanlin strolls past you leisurely
He’s about to turn the corner when he glances back at you
Ok, first of all; THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THE FIRST ONE, I’m so glad you guys liked it. Part 2 was requested so, here it is. Also; if you haven’t read part one, you should read that before you read this one.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” you heard Harry speak out, “I’ve really missed you.”
When you looked back up, Harry had started walking away. Should you follow him?
Seeing Harry walk away from you made you feel like this was the last time you were going to see him. That probably wasn’t the case, but you couldn’t help but feel like if he walked out of your life now, he was gone forever. And even though you broke up with him while he was away, that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted Harry in your life, you could feel your heart fall as he was walking away.
You didn’t realize at first, but you were speeding up, following Harry with your cart. ‘It must look so stupid’, you thought, ‘it always looks stupid when someone walks fast with a shopping cart’. You didn’t care though, you needed to catch up to Harry. You didn’t want to yell and have the entire store look at you.
“Harry, wait.” You let out as you were a five meters away from him. He stopped and turned to look at you, a confused look on his face. “Gosh, you walk really fast you know? And it doesn’t help that your legs are super long.” You breathed out as you finally caught up to him.
Harry let out a little laugh at how you were out of breath after following him. He looked down at you, his eyes smiling at you, but his face still confused. “What was it you wanted?”
You swallowed and looked him in the eyes. He probably wasn’t going to forgive you. After all, you were the one to break it off between the two of you.
“I,” you took a deep breath, “I’ve really missed you too. And I know it’s totally idiotic of me to say it, since I was the one to break up with you, but I do. I do really miss you.”
You took a break to look at Harry’s reaction. A small smile was formed on his face, and you couldn’t help but continue to explain everything to him.
“I didn’t mind you being away, I know how much it meant to you, and I was really happy for you. It was just that when we didn’t talk for a long time, I couldn’t help but feel like you found someone. Someone who was so much better than me, someone more exciting and fun then me, someone else. I know, I should’ve talked to you about it, but you seemed so happy traveling the world.” You looked down in your cart while you spoke, your eyes didn’t leave the avocado you had picked earlier.
“Y/N,” Harry spoke, making you look at him, “I’m sorry for not talking to you enough while I was away. The truth is, it wasn’t so much because I was having fun, I mean, I was having fun, but that wasn’t the main reason. I was tired, and I knew that most times when I was free to call or facetime you, it was in the middle of the night here. I didn’t want to keep you from sleeping at 3am. You might say that you wouldn’t have cared if you didn’t get to sleep, but I do. I care so much about you. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone, no one could compare to you, or to your guacamole making skills.”
You smiled looking down at your groceries. “I’m sorry, Harry.”
“Hey, it’s fine. We both kinda screwed up.” Harry said before pulling you into a hug. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You breathed as you both pulled away from the hug, but Harry kept you in his arms. “Now, I wouldn’t mind telling my friends that we have to reschedule the girls night. If you want to come over and have some of my amazing guac, that is?”
“I would be honored to eat your guacamole with you, Y/N.”
He knew Will wasn’t going to be there but found himself
opening the door to the waiting room at the usual time anyway. He always kept this space free for Will
anyway, he had kept up the habit despite himself. Rationally he knew the reason for Will’s
absence, he had contrived them after all. He was suddenly ceased by an
overwhelming feeling of melancholy at the absence. He really hadn’t thought
this through, he had not foreseen the absence of Will, he hadn’t actually
thought through to the empty office he know found himself in. Clocks ticking. Empty, cavernous space. So he started drinking, at first it was just
a glass of wine. Something to take the
edge off this feeling.
After he had drunk the entire bottle he tried to call Alana
but she didn’t answer. He then called
Bedelia who answered and immediately regretted it.
“Are you drunk Hannibal?”
“I have drunk wine.”
“How much wine?”
“A bottle, ichs fine have ‘nother one.”
“Hannibal, where are you?”
“Are you…. Are you crying?”
He bit his lip, “no” he was though, he realised, he was
crying like a baby.
She rolled her eyes, “Hannibal stop drinking and go find
yourself some coffee.”
“Hannibal I can’t talk to you when you are drunk. You need to sober up.”
“Isch fine, just listen..”
“Hannibal… I really don’t think this is appropriate and I am
sure you will feel the same in the morning.”
“I miss him.”
“Who do you miss?”
“Mongoose, I miss my mongoose….”
“Your what? What are you
talking about Hannibal?”
“He not here, he usually here, all … twitchy and stressed….I
miss him….mongoose what did I do?”
He was not talking about Will, he can’t be? Can he? “Will is your mongoose?” She felt
nauseous just hearing those words come out of her mouth…Mongoose…really?
“S’what I call him, in my head.”
“Hannibal… you know why Will isn’t there” she couldn’t say
it on the phone but he was the reason why Will wasn’t there, he wanted it this
“I know, I ‘ust didn’t expect to miss him…I miss mongoose.”
Dear lord, Bedelia thought, he really is an idiot for
someone she considered to be a master manipulator. “Hannibal, you should really
Suddenly his voice became brighter as he was seized by an
idea “I should go see mongoose, they would let me, am Doctor.” This is a genius idea, he thought, he will go
see Mongoose, just to see him, that would help he was sure, smell him once
“Yes you are a Doctor, however you are also drunk right now
and I don’t think Will is going to want to see you, he thinks you framed him remember?”
“I know but he still my mongoose…I miss him…I don’t want him
to be mad at me.”
“Hannibal you can’t stop mon..” She did not just almost call
Will that ridiculous name… “Will from being mad at you.”
“I know but…”
“Hannibal, you need to just accept that you are no longer
“Never wanted to be friends….” This was mumbled with a
“You didn’t want to be friends with,” she made sure she used
his name this time, “Will?”
“Friends not enough…I want more…so beautiful….beautiful
Bedelia rolled her eyes again and sighed, “Hannibal you are
sleeping with Doctor Bloom aren’t you?”
“Yesh… thinking about mongoose though…he liked her…”
“You are sleeping with Doctor Bloom because you can’t sleep
“Yesh, I don’t feel bad about it…I’s prob should but don’t…”
“Hannibal are you in love with Will?” Incoherent sobs were the answer. “Hannibal?”
“Hannibal seriously you need to stop now.” Bedelia could hear actual sobs now with
intermittent cries of ‘Mongoose’. No she
was definitely not getting paid enough for this, no matter how many crimes
Hannibal might have helped her cover up she was not doing this. “I’m hanging up now Hannibal, I suggest you
do as well and go find some coffee.” She
hung up the phone.
Less than two minutes later it rang again and she let it go
to voicemail. She poured herself a glass
of wine, put her phone on speaker and listened to Hannibal’s drunken ramblings
about his precious mongoose. Oh this is going to be so much fun in the morning,
she thought with a smile.
Haven’t been posting anything because most of the time I’m being indecisive af about which 100 ways drabble/scenario to write first because I have a whole bunch of ideas in my head when I’m not writing but when I finally decide on one it’s like there’s a roadblock in my head so nothing gets done in the end but Jay’s recent IG stories have been doing great things like hitting me right in the feels and getting me to complete this request lololol so there you have it!
Having a more ordinary job than your boyfriend meant that most weekends, it was typically acceptable for you not to have any concept of time and regardless of the occasional nagging you got from him to make full use of the day (because a hustler like him just couldn’t bear to watch you laze the day away), you tended to do just otherwise and today was no exception as you trudged out of bed at one on a Saturday afternoon except that you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend getting comfortable in your apartment as he laid topless on the coach with his laptop on his stomach.
In all the haze of being half awake, you merely halted in your tracks as you squinted in his direction, taking a moment to question yourself if this was a-
“No you’re not dreaming,” He said, the tiniest hint of a smug smirk lurking on his lips as his eyes remained fixated on the screen.