#leaning against each other- ITS GOING TO GO TO A POINT WHERE THESE TWO FAKE BEING A COUPLE FOR THOSE COUPLE DISCOUNTS ON VALENTINES

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Are you two dating?

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omg omg omg totally new silly idea- human! alastor x human! reader where they meet at a party and go outside for a walk near the pier and the moon is beautiful and… they pull out weapons on each other (specifically Alastor a knife and reader a gun) and thats when they decide to form a partner in crime partnership

And in other to keep appearances they are forced to “fake date”

Mimzy: youve been spending some time with that new girl havent you, is she your gf or smth?” chuckle

Naize 20 yr old smth Alastor trying to think of a response thats not that:...

Mimzy: OMG IS SHE?

Alastor: sureeeeee

And they aren't actually into each other until a lot later into their partnership when they’re chasing some guy and reader gets to them first and just starts going at it “hey man i think hes had enough” “YOU WANT WHAT HES HAVING???” thpe shit

and Alastor has to catch his breath and he lowkey thinks hes dying because his heart starts beating a lot, And he goes again to mimzy for advice cuz i dont think he has anu friends and shes like “oh sweetie…”

And because its quite impossible to not get attached at one point theyre in another chase and reader starts laughing hysterically like “did you see him trying to run away??? lmao” and he goes “I couldnt take my eyes off you” and then just grabs her face and SMOOCH >:)

I think its a good trope- fake dating to actual dating even if its. about. murderers- :3

A/N YOU GUYS COME UP WITH THE BEST REQUESTS JESUS CHRIST!!! Also I promise I will get to the rest of the requests this weekend, I had two exams today so this is the only thing I am gonna post. Sorry.

Cover Up (Human!Alastor x Human!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: uh, murder. Mild gore. Violence. Weapons.

Word Count: 4,460 (I went a little overboard with this one)

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"I'll walk her home, don't worry Mimzy." Alastor was saying as Y/n pulled her coat over her shoulders.

The noises of the party still raging on filtered into the grand entryway of the house, muffled through the walls. Mimzy shot her two friends a suspicious look.

"It's nothing like that, Mimz." Y/n sighed, straightening the collar of her fur coat, "I just asked cause of all those murders in the news. Kinda freaky, don't you think? I don't really wanna be out alone at night and Al here was kind enough to offer."

Mimzy crossed her arms, eyebrows raised.

"Sure." she teased.

"Mimzy." Alastor sighed in response and she put her hands up in false surrender.

"Sorry! Sorry." she hummed playfully, "I know you two free birds would never."

Alastor rolled his eyes and, turning to Y/n, held out his arm. She took it daintily, a grateful smile on her face. The pair had just met a few hours earlier but had quickly fallen into a casual camaraderie. He lead her from the house, Mimzy calling her goodnights and wishes for their safety after their retreating forms.

It was a mostly quiet walk through the desolate midnight streets of New Orleans. Y/n hummed softly, kicking a can along with the toes of her healed shoes.

"You'll ruin them that way, wont you?" Alastor asked, feigning concern.

Y/n just shrugged.

"They're shoes. Yeah, they're nice but I wont let that stop me from living. Let's stop by the water, it's so pretty tonight."

Alastor turned slightly, looking out at the Mississippi with it's slightly turbid waters reflecting the light of the stars. He tried not to smile, it was like she wanted him to carry out his intended work. She was making it so easy for him.

"Sure."

They turned towards the rail and Y/n let go of his arm, leaning her elbows against it. She let out a sigh of longing as her eyes tracked the ripples in the surface.

Alastor watched her for a moment, the moon illuminating her features. She was a handsome woman, there was no doubt about it. It had been proved to him tenfold by the amount of prospective partners she had turned down dances with at the party in favor of drinking with him at the bar. That was not what Alastor was interested in, however. Once he was sure she was distracted, once he was sure she had no intent to take her eyes from the glowing river, he looked down. Moving his coat slightly to the side, his hand quickly found its way to the hilt of the knife he had stashed in his waistband for just such an occasion.

He pulled it out, the weight familiar, almost comforting in a sense, in his hand. There was a click. He looked up, the blade pointed to its intended target.

Y/n was facing him now, a wry smile on her face. One foot in front of the other, she took a step forward. The muzzle of the gun, the cocking of which had been the source of the noise which had drawn his attention, just a few centimeters from his chest. The tip of his knife hovered indefinitely by the open center of her coat. He chuckled in amusement, eyebrows raised.

"I thought there were a few more bodies in the news than there should have been. A gun? Really?"

Y/n shrugged.

"I'm little. I don't have the privilege of being able to overpower my victims like you."

Alastor hummed softly. A slight breeze picked up, playing with the edges of their hair.

"What a shame."

Y/n laughed lightly.

"I don't think so. It works well enough."

"Those machines are inelegant, they are detached."

"And you prefer a sense of intimacy to be involved in all your escapades?"

Alastor removed the knife, holding it up to his eyes. He turned the blade over in his hand, examining it closely. Following suit, Y/n let her hand fall to her side, the gun still cocked should an occasion arise to use it.

"I have an idea." he suddenly announced.

"Oh?" Y/n asked.

She took a step back, returning to the water's edge. Alastor followed, leaning over the railing beside her. They watched one another closely, weapons still clutched loosely in their hands.

"Yep."

"You gonna tell me what it is or am I gonna have to guess?" Y/n teased after a moment, breaking the oddly comfortable silence that had fallen after Alastor's last words.

"There have been a few times, of late, where I've come a bit... uncomfortably close to being seen."

"Getting lazy." Y/n hummed, "Or maybe just cocky."

"It seems like you could use a hand, someone with brute strength in case anything goes wrong."

She scoffed, smiling just the slightest bit.

"Are you proposing we work together?"

"You're the one who said it, not me."

Y/n shook her head slightly, amused.

"How would I know you wouldn't just turn on me? End up killing me or decide not to step in if I needed help?"

"And how would I know that you wouldn't rat me out? Alert someone to where I was and what I was doing rather than telling me someone was coming? It's called trust, Y/n."

Y/n thought it over, fiddling with the gun in her grip as she did so. Alastor watched, seeing the gears turning in her mind through the light of her eyes.

"Fine." she said at last, un-cocking the gun and holding a hand out to him, "You've got yourself a deal."

Alastor smiled, slipping the knife back into his belt before grasping her hand in his. It was chilled by the air of the January night enveloping them.

"Deal."

Y/n quickly learned Alastor's preferred demographic. He had a penchant for angry men, drunks. Y/n had been a one off, a spur of the moment opportunity he had thought to take hold of. Alastor had not been like that for her. Y/n's preferred victims were also men. Anyone that showed any pressing interest in her, anyone who tried to take her home for the night, always ended up six feet under. For both, murder was a way of processing their personal experiences and traumas.

As a result of their deal, Y/n and Alastor began to spend more time together. They had to learn one another's intricacies, their ways of thinking, their nature of being. It was a necessity if anything was actually going to work. They both had rather busy work schedules, Alastor as a radio broadcaster with his very own show and Y/n as a seamstress at a local dress shop. Because of this, more often than not, the only time they had to get to know one another was through shared meals. Both of them had to eat, needed a lunch break or dinner. It was just what worked. Because of their slightly shared demographic of victim, they ended up in bars together quite frequently as well.

It was in one of these meet ups that they ran into their first difficulty. Y/n was sitting across a table from him outside a cafe, lazily sipping on a coffee as she perused the missing persons list in a newspaper. The newspaper was old, they were exchanging information about who was responsible for what. Working together didn't just mean knowing one another as they were now, but their histories as well.

They should have known not to sit in such a public place. Both had many connections in the city due to their jobs, though few friends. It just so happened on that day that the one true friend they did have in common was walking down the very street they sat on.

"Alastor?" Mimzy exclaimed, catching sight of his familiar face and moving towards their table.

Y/n folded the newspaper, placing it on the table as she turned towards the sound. Mimzy came to a stop, her brow furrowing in mild confusion as she saw her friend was not in fact alone.

"And Y/n, fancy meeting you two here."

"Pull up a chair, Mimz." Y/n smiled and Mimzy obeyed.

Swinging a spare chair from a nearby table, she quickly joined them.

"I haven't seen you two since the party! How have you been."

"Fine, fine." Alastor hummed and Y/n nodded her assent.

"And whats this with you two getting coffee?" Mimzy asked, a teasing smile slipping onto her face as Alastor took a sip of his own drink, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No, not at all Mimz." Y/n shook her head, a slight smile on her face, "It's always a pleasure to see you."

"You sure this isn't a date or something? I mean, with the way you two left and everything... having coffee alone..."

Alastor nearly choked on his drink. Y/n and Mimzy turned to him as he put a hand to his chest, clearing his throat.

"Excuse me." he said and Mimzy's grin widened.

"Oh this is totally a date."

"No!" Alastor exclaimed, exchanging a fervent glance with Y/n across the table.

She raised her eyebrows, pursing her lips. Without words, she told him to handle it. Alastor sighed.

"Are you sure?" Mimzy asked, a suggestive tone to her voice.

"I... uh..." Alastor stuttered, his brain working in overdrive to think of anything else. It came up empty, "Fine. Yes. We're... we're on a date."

"You caught us." Y/n chimed in and Mimzy turned to her.

"Oh my stars! You two.... I shoulda guessed you'd get on like a house on fire. Shame I can't invite you to any more of my singles parties though Y/n, you are a riot."

Singles parties. A hunting ground. Y/n smiled.

"No, no, Mimz. We're not exclusive or anything."

Mimzy's eyes widened slightly at the revelation as Alastor shot Y/n a look across the table. Dating was going to be hard for them to sell but swingers too? What was she thinking.

"Really? How exotic." Mimzy hummed in thought.

"We're all going to hell anyways so, why not." Y/n shrugged.

"Oh you." Mimzy laughed, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder as she got to her feet, "Well, I won't keep you love birds any longer. I'll see you next week for the next party then?"

"We'll see." Alastor hummed placidly.

Once Mimzy had gone, he rounded on Y/n.

"Swingers?" he asked, eyebrows raised, "Really?"

"Hey, you're the one who started the whole 'we're dating' thing." Y/n sighed, picking the newspaper back up and resuming the task at hand, "I just made it easier for us."

"It will utterly destroy my reputation if this gets out you know."

Y/n shot him a look over the top of the paper.

"Al, you got a lot more to worry about than pretending to be a swinger in terms of your reputation. Now, Marcus Alcost? Six four, buff, scar on his left forearm? Brown hair?"

"Blue eyes?"

"Umm... yeah."

"Yep, that was me."

"Nice. Musta been a tough one to take down."

Alastor would track men, following them out as they left the establishments in the small hours of the morning with the intent of returning to their families. He would stalk them, corner them, lead them in. Y/n would stand watch, alerting him at the first sign of trouble.

The moment she heard footsteps, chatter, Y/n would duck in. Grabbing Alastor by the arm, she would whisk him off in some random direction, having consistently used the time she was on lookout to scout for escape routes.

They had had a few close calls, one or two times he had had to press her up against a wall and pretend to kiss her to avoid prying eyes. They always had a good laugh after something like that. Mostly, things worked out well. They each had survived on their own for years at this point. They knew what they were doing, adding another person into the mix just made it a tad easier.

Y/n, on the other hand, didn't need to track her victims down, they did that work for her. She would dress up all pretty and the moment someone asked to take her home or something of the like, would agree. Then she'd pull them into some ally or another under the guise of not wanting to wait a second longer and attack. Alastor would stand behind her, arms crossed menacingly as she carried out her work. He threatened so she could perform and she never had any trouble thanks to him.

That was, until one night about a year into their little partnership. As the time had passed, their relationship had grown. They still held the ruse of dating up before anyone who asked why it was they each spent so much time with the other but, a real friendship had begun to blossom between them as well. As it turns out, they had a lot more in common than just a tendency to commit brutal murders. Y/n knew Alastor well by now, better than anyone else most likely, and he knew her as well. That was how he could tell something was wrong.

Y/n had given Alastor the usual signal from across the bar and he had settled his tab. As he followed the pair, Y/n and the tall man whose hand she held, Alastor had noticed something was off. Normally by this point Y/n was stumbling around, pretending to be drunk and ditzy. She was doing this very thing now but in a more halted and jagged way. The man she was with seemed more believably drunk than she was, swaying this way and that. Her movements were uncharacteristically harsh as she pulled the man into the ally about a block ahead of him.

Alastor picked up the pace, breaking into a light jog. He reached the ally and turned down it, expecting to see Y/n flirting with the man or with her gun out already. Instead, he was met with something entirely different.

At the back of the ally lay the huddled mass of the man. On top of him was Y/n. The thuds of her knuckles against his face was the only sound breaking the silence of the night. She hit him, again and again. Alastor stood there, stunned.

"Dear, whatever is the matter?" he asked at last, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"Y/n."

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He could see the splatters of blood now, on the ground around them and the wall behind. The thuds included the occasional squelch, the crack of a bone.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"You'll ruin your hands for work tomorrow if you keep at this."

Still, she ignored him. There was a sickening crunch. Sighing, he approached.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He could see it now, the man's mutilated face. Part of his skull looked like it had caved in. He had stopped moving long ago.

"Y/n, dear," Alastor tentatively reached out a hand towards her shoulder as he spoke, "don't you think he has had enough?"

Y/n whipped around to him, her eyes wild and her bloody raw knuckles raised. He froze, his hand hovering above her shoulder. There was blood everywhere. It soaked the sleeves of her collard shirt, it dripped from her fingers, it decorated her face and her bared teeth.

"What, you fucking want some too?"

Alastor's breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded against his ribcage, begging for escape. It wasn't fear, it couldn't be. He could take this girl down in ten seconds flat, blood hungry as she was.

Y/n's eyes, sharp with violence, softened slightly as she saw his reaction. She let her hands fall, resting them on the man's chest.

"He tried to drug me." she revealed, turning her eyes back to her mess, her masterpiece.

"He what?"

"Yeah." she sighed, using the back of her hand to push her hair from her eyes, leaving a residue of blood in the wake of the movement, "I caught him, switched the drinks."

Alastor shifted his gaze to the man before falling on Y/n once again. Her face was blank now, all the rage gone.

"He tried to drug me." she said again, her voice hollow.

At last, his hand found its home on her shoulder and she turned to face him once again. Alastor extended his free hand to Y/n. She examined it for a moment before daintily placing one of her own in his and allowing him to help her to her feet. Both her hands now rested in his as they looked back at the remains of the man.

"Well, he's definitely dead."

Alastor let go of Y/n's hands. Now free, he used one of them to turn her face to his. Blood spattered, wide eyed, lips slightly parted -- his heart fought for freedom from his chest once again.

"He deserved it."

Alastor let go of Y/n's chin and used the cuff of his jacket to wipe some of the blood from her face.

"Can you walk me home?"

Normally if she had asked something like that, Alastor would have teased her to no end. Why be scared of the monsters in the dark when she herself was one of them? But her voice had been small, timid. She had avoided his eyes and his fingers tingled at the prospect of her viewing him as protector.

"Of course, my dear."

They did not have another planned meeting until two weeks from that day. Y/n had a big project at work and wouldn't have any spare time because of it. Alastor, normally restless at the idea of having to wait so long to satisfy his bloodlust either by killing or seeing the show of death, was grateful for the respite. He was confused, overwhelmed even, because his strange reactions, the change in his patterns of thought towards the girl, hadn't ended at Y/n's front door.

No, she was haunting him. Like a vengeful ghost, he saw her in his mind. She took up every waking moment, he didn't know what to do. Alastor waited a day and still, it persisted. The skip of his heart, the odd slightly sick feeling in his stomach at the thought of their reunion. He waited three days and it didn't stop. By the time the end of the week rolled around and Alastor still found himself smiling at the prospect of only having to wait another week not to kill but to see Y/n again, he did the unthinkable. It was the only option he could come up with. Besides Y/n, she was the only other person in the world he even half trusted. Alastor called Mimzy.

"Alastor, darling!" she excitedly exclaimed into the phone, "What a surprise! What can I do for you?"

"Yeah, hey Mimzy. Um..." he struggled to find the words, fiddling with the phone cord as he walked to the window, looking down at the street below, "I just... I need your advice about something."

"What is it, hun?" she immediately replied, "Seems its got you in a tizzy, not a lot can do that."

"I... It's about Y/n."

"Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?"

"No. Maybe?" he turned from the window, collapsing in his desk chair, "I don't know."

"Spill."

"Well, we... I just.... Mimz, I can't stop thinking about her."

"Well I would hope not, you've been together for almost a year now."

"Yeah well, about that. It may have been a... stretching of the truth? Shall we say?"

"Al." Mimzy warned after a moment's silence, "If you are playing with this gi-"

"No!" he exclaimed, cutting her off and quickly crafting an excuse, "No. It was just to get our parents off our backs. We had a deal. They were both pestering us about when we were gonna get married, you know how it is."

"I thought your dad was dead?"

"My ma though, she really wants to see me settled down."

"I guess that explains the swingers thing." Mimzy sighed, "It didn't really seem in character for either of you. So, whats the matter?"

"I told you, I can't stop thinking about her. It's like... it's like... look, we're not dating, but we're friends, you know? And we were out at a bar together a few nights ago and she just... she did something and when I looked at her, it was like I died."

"That little minx." Mimzy laughed in glee, "What the heck did she do?"

"Just something, okay?"

"I have got to quiz her about this."

"No! Please, no. She'd... probably be embarrassed."

"Mmm... okay...." came Mimzy's doubtful reply, "So what was it you needed help with?"

"Well, that. It was like the breath had left my body entirely. I felt... sick, my chest hurt. It was so strange. I thought it would go away once I got some sleep but it didn't. Every time I think about her, it feels like there is a vice around my heart and I can't stop thinking about her."

"Al, seriously? This is what you're asking me about?"

"Yeah?" he uncertainly replied after a moment.

"What are you, twelve?"

"Mimzy, are you going to help or not?"

She sighed.

"Alastor, you have a crush on her."

A beat.

"I do not."

"Yes, you do. Maybe even more."

"I..." his brow furrowed, his breath left his body.

This was bad. This could be dangerous, detrimental even.

"Are you sure?"

"Butterflies in your stomach? Pains in your chest? Can't get her out of your mind? You're even breathless for christ's sake Al. It's textbook first pangs of love."

"Fuck."

Mimzy laughed.

"You're already pretend dating, what harm would asking her to do the real thing with you do? My bet is, she's probably been feeling the same thing about you. That tends to happen in cases like yours, I've seen it before. The whole 'fake love turns real' trope. It's overdone if you ask me."

"Mimzy, this isn't one of your trashy romance novels. This is my life."

"So live it radio man! Go get that girl."

Alastor was nervous, trembling even as he sat at the bar. His glass of whiskey had gone warm on the table as he watched Y/n dancing and having fun in the crowd. This was how it usually went when it was his turn to hunt, she'd have fun and he'd find a target. Once the target left, he'd grab her and they'd move out.

Tonight he was distracted and it showed. The man had nearly given them the slip. With Alastor's knife still sticking out of his shoulder, he had ducked away and started running. Of course that meant Alastor and Y/n had to give chase. They ran after him through the streets of New Orleans as he screamed bloody murder and Y/n's heels clicked definitively on the ground. He was thankful that the hour was late and no one was out and about, thankful the man was so drunk his words came out closer to garbled singing than pleas for help, thankful he was slowed by his consumption.

When they at last caught up with him, Alastor grabbed his second knife from his belt and, taking the man's hurt shoulder in his free hand, buried it deep in the man's back. He fell to the floor, sputtering, coughing up blood. In a few moments he was still. Alastor turned to Y/n, panting.

Her pretty eyes traced a path between murderer and victim a handful of times before a smile broke out onto her face. Before he could really register what was happening, she was doubled over in laughter, clutching her stomach.

Alastor watched Y/n, eyebrows raised as they both caught their breath. After about a minute, she straightened up and turned to him, wiping a tear from her eye.

"What?" Alastor asked with a wry smile, "What is so funny about a dead man."

"He..." she broke out into laughter again, "He... the way he ran! And we almost lost him?! Oh my god, Al, that coulda been so bad."

"The way... he ran?"

"He... didn't you see it? Oh my god, it was so funny. Like he was running in a three legged race with an invisible partner." she wheezed.

Alastor felt the heat pooling in his cheeks. Mimzy was right, it was time for him to live his life. A normal existence could coexist with his hobby, Y/n had already proved that to him.

"Didn't you see?" she asked again.

"No." he shook his head, "I was... I was watching you."

"You were... Al, theres no way you were." Y/n scoffed, "No way. If you were watching me, he would have gotten away. If you were watching me, it would meant that you were unconcerned by your oh-so-precious reputation being ruined. If you were watching me, it would mean..."

She trailed off as he took a step closer to her, his gaze flicking between her eyes and her lips. Y/n's cheeks flushed pink.

"Alastor."

Her voice was a dying prayer. Reaching a trembling hand up, he laid it on the back of her head, his fingers tangling with her hair as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Alastor closed the gap.

He had been so scared. Scared she would push him away, that she wouldn't kiss back. Even a little bit scared he'd just become the next name on her list of degenerate men she'd killed.

There was a moment, a split second, where his fears were realized. Then, she washed them all away. Hands buried in the lapel of his jacket, she pulled him closer, Y/n leaned in.

They broke apart after a moment, their cheeks flushed and utterly breathless.

"I-"

"Would you like to go on a date with me, Y/n?"

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Are you going to try to kill me again?"

"Oh please, I thought we'd moved past that darling."

Y/n smiled, still holding him close. Alastor let his hands fall onto her waist as they swayed slightly under the light of the moon.

"Yes Alastor. I will let you take me on a date."

"We will not be swingers."

Y/n laughed.

"Just had to make that clear."

"No, Alastor. If I am going to get you, I want you all to myself. Now, what are we going to do about that body?"

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Next Part -> Cover Up pt. 2

[nottsbitch]

You Know - L.B.

summary: Finally confronting Enzo

contains smut

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It had been a week since you found out about Enzo, and that was the last time that he had visited you.

You figured it was because he was busy or maybe he realized what he was doing was weird. But in reality, he knew that you knew, as soon as he caught you staring at him he knew. You never gave him the time of day now he felt your eyes on him every time you were in the same room which could only mean one thing. You knew.

He took that as his sign to back off until things blew over. So now as he sat in the back corner of the library he couldn't help himself as his thoughts drifted to you. He missed seeing you of course but didn't want to risk things.

As he sat in his daydream about you, he was completely oblivious to you talking to his friends.

"I just need to know where he is Riddle." You rolled your eyes realizing that your conversation with Matteo and Theo was currently going nowhere.

"What could you possibly want with our sweet little Enzo?" This came from Theo.

Both of the men in front of you were shocked that you were looking for Enzo. To their knowledge, the two of you had never spoken a word to each other and now you were basically begging for his location.

"I need to talk to him" They could tell you were getting more and more annoyed the longer you stood there.

"Last time I saw him he was going to the library. Don't sneak up on him he might faint when he realizes it's you." Both boys had known about their friend's longtime crush on you and smirked as you stomped away from them.

You were quick in the halls not giving yourself any time to think about what you were going to say when you reached him, which was quicker than you thought.

Before you knew it you were stopped in front of him "What is wrong with you?"

Enzo stuck in his own thoughts didn't notice you until you opened your mouth "Excuse me?" You could see the twinkle in his eye as he held back his smirk.

"I know what you were doing, all of a sudden I catch you in the act then you disappear. You are nowhere to be found, won't even look in my direction, and I feel like I'm losing my mind." At this point, he couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The fake curiosity was genuine in his voice.

At this moment it felt like your body and your mind were wanting two different things, and before you even realized you had moved you were in the seat so close to the man next to you he could feel your breath on his cheek.

Leaning into his ear you whispered "Cut the bullshit, Enzo"

"All I'm hearing right now is that you're desperate for attention." If he wanted to play this game you weren't going to make it easy on him.

You put on your most innocent face before looking him in the eyes "Only if it's coming from you."

Though he thought he was doing a good job at keeping his poker face you could see right through him. You knew you were effecting him as much as he was effecting you making it just as easy for you to get into his head.

"So this is okay?" He whispered as his hand found its way to your thigh, causing you to momentarily forget why this conversation even started.

As his hand moved up your thigh you were confused by the fact that his head went back down to his book pretending to focus on whatever he was doing before you got there. With an innocent look on his face, it contrasted the fact that things didn't stay innocent for long.

He leaned into you, his other arm tightening on your waist as he used you to pull your chair closer to his.

You still hadn't responded to him instead choosing silence waiting to see how far this would actually go. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, letting your eyelids flutter as he brought his lips to your neck.

"Lost your words?" He paused his assault on your neck to whisper in your ear, Causing you to move your hand to his thigh giving it a warning squeeze.

You still felt his breath on your skin causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body. Enzo knew what he was doing of course and he was loving the reaction he was getting.

You felt your walls coming down by each second the teasing continued. You chose this. moment to look into his eyes noticing how dark they had gotten. You were fucked.

He smirked, his lips finding their way back to your ear "You gotta stay quiet."

His words sent shivers down your spine, as his hand started to massage your inner thigh, his fingertips getting awfully close to where you wanted them most but not giving you that satisfaction.

You let out a breath and adjust yourself, spreading your legs even wider. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Enzo smirk as he squeezed your thigh hard, before finally moving his hand. He started off slow, his hands teasing you over your underwear.

At this point, you had forgotten where you were. Enzo had snuck his fingers underneath your underwear now and was circling them on your clit. You were biting down on your lip trying to hold back a moan at the sudden wave of pleasure, of course Enzo noticed.

"Not a sound." He whispered making you even more aroused. He started increasing his pace, making your hips start to grind softly against him. You were soaked now and this was only more encouragement for Enzo.

You had dug your nails into his thigh and buried your head in his shoulder, hoping it would muffle the sounds you couldn't hold in any longer. His head had leaned against yours, and at the same time, he pushed a finger inside of you, curving it up to hit your g-spot.

Your mouth fell open, and you groaned against his neck as he slid his finger in and out of you. The rush of being caught was turning you on even more. You felt another wave of pleasure run through you that only intensified as he added another finger.

His eyes had not left your face once, enjoying the effect he was having on you. He watched as your eyes closed when he pushed even deeper inside of you.

Your legs had started to twitch and you were biting your tongue hoping to stay quiet on the brink of your orgasm. He brought his ear down your face so he could hear you say the words.

"I'm close." He pulled his face away and looked into your eyes, a smug look on his face as he slowed down his fingers until he came to a complete stop.

"Remember who has the upper hand here."

You couldn't stop your jaw from dropping as you watched him pack up his things as if nothing had happened.

"I'll see you soon." Turning and leaving before you could get a single word out.

"What just happened?" You said to no one except yourself trying to wrap your head around if this was a dream or not, but the wetness in your underwear told you everything you needed to know.

✩✩✩✩

[runningthroughthegarden]

you were never mine

summary: you absolutely hated your coostar. a fake relationship was something you never expected. now that it's begun you have no idea where it will take you.

a/n: a very quick intro to a new story!! had to write it while i was motivated lol

you hated jack champion.

and not in a teasing friendship way. there was such a burning hatred for everything he did. of course, you couldn't explain it, it was just a feeling. a feeling you couldn't set aside and ignore.

ever since filming began you had made it a point to stay out of his line. unfortunately for you, your characters were slow developing love interests. you just had to remind yourself that this was nothing more than your job, a task you had to complete.

so while your character was in love with ethan landry, you hated jack champion.

as filming was coming to a slow end, the whole crew was preparing goodbyes. of course you still had the press tour left, but it was bittersweet to be leaving the set that had become home.

packing up your things from your trailer, your set assistant called you in to talk to some PR people. you thought nothing of it, half expecting to go over interview schedules and premieres. that thought was hurled out the window when you saw an all too familiar curly headed boy sitting in the next open seat. saying a silent prayer you plop down onto the seat next to him.

"y/l/n"

"champion"

no gaze exchanged, the usual uncomfortable tension arose.

"so we called you guys in today to go over some marketing moves we have planned." says the PR manager.

"as we all know, your characters are love interests which we think the fans are absolutely going to love. what we think they'll love even more is if their onscreen favorites were offscreen lovers." they explain.

you and jack sit there, no words, no glances, no expressions.

"what this means is that you two will make a couple public experiences. y'know the usual pda, hand holding, hugging, longing stares. which let me tell you, you two look absolutely ecstatic to do!" they laugh, trying to somewhat cut the tension.

as their words finally hit you, you and jack turn to each other.

"there's no way i'm doing that with him!"

"there's no way i'm doing that with her!"

"look i know this isn't an ideal situation for either of you. but we all believe this would really help sell your characters and create a buzz for this movie. just put it this way, complete this one last task, and you never have to see each other again. ever." they finish.

silently muttering agreements, the two of you exit the office ready to part ways. you can already feel anger boiling over so you try to leave as fast as possible.

"$20 bucks says you'll fall in love with me" jack teases leaning against the wall.

"in your dreams champion." you reply feeling pure annoyance.

"don't be too sure of yourself" he replies, just inches from your face.

pulling away, he walks away laughing.

your left to huff in annoyance and go back to packing up your trailer.

-

finishing up for the day you begin gathering your things. closing the door behind you, you shriek slamming into something. pulling away, its non other than your least favorite person. ever.

"jesus, champion what's your deal" you ask, catching your breath.

"the PR manager said i have to start getting to know you." he huffs.

"oh my god" you reply, tilting your head back.

"look i don't want to do any of this just as much as you do but god can you please make this process slightly more bearable." he asks.

you stand there pondering for a moment.

"no thank you!" you reply, cheerfully walking away.

"y/n!! cmon lets just get this over with." he pleads, pulling you towards his car.

"fine fine!! jeez"

getting into the seat of his car, jack starts the engine.

"hello?? its locked!!" you slightly yell.

"oh. is it really??" he questions.

"this was your idea please just open the door"

"just cause it was my idea doesn't mean i don't get to have a little fun" he smirks.

finally opening the door, you buckle yourself in. finding a pack of cds on the floor you start flipping through it.

"who even still uses cds" you question.

"i do. be careful with those." his mood instantly turning annoyed again.

"you have shitty music taste" you comment.

"and you're just shitty" he replies.

simply rolling your eyes at the comment you finally find a cd you like. popping it into the car you immediately skip to your favorite song on the album. head over heels by tears for fears slowly starts playing.

"i hate this song"

"yeah well it's your cd"

turning to the window, you start mouthing the lyrics to the song. jack starts tapping the beat against the steering wheel. a slight smile spreading on both your faces.

in an environment of pure hatred, something else was growing.

a/n: quick blurb of a beginning of a story :) requests are open!

[enby-jellyfish]

The Start of Summer

Chapter 1 of Managing the Mystery Shack

Grunkle Stan X GN!Reader (POC friendly)

Pronouns: You/Your, They/Them

Summary: Summer has begun and the twins have arrived.

Warnings: Slight angst, but that's it I think.

Word Count: 1984

A/N: Hey y'all, sorry it's been *checks notes* Over a month!? I hit a mental block due to school starting and had to micro dose my productivity for a bit :( I will try having a better updating schedule from now on!

Previous part

It has been around thirty years since the incident. A lot has changed in that time. The wound on your face has healed, leaving behind a visible scar in its place.

The shack has also changed. Over the years it has been properly transformed into a beloved tourist trap, complete with gift shop, now named the Mystery Shack. The left over rooms have been fully redecorated and anything science related has been moved into the basement.

Together you and Stan have made countless renovations to the formerly grim shack and transformed it into your shared home and a successful business.

In the time that passed the two of you grew very close, almost like a family. You work in the shack together, eat together, watch TV together, and work on the portal together. There is very little time you spend apart.

The two of you sit squeezed next to each other on the small worn couch in the living room, watching a rerun of an old Duck-tective episode, as you usually do after dinner, when the phone in the office starts ringing. “Who calls at this hour? Can you get that? I would but, it’s sooo. Faaar. Awayyy.” Stan asks you, extending his arm in a fake attempt to reach the ringing phone, not taking his eyes from the small TV for a second.

You sigh and roll your eyes at his lazy antics as you get up, joints cracking as you do so. You should probably get that checked out at some point. “Ugh, fine. But you’re getting it next time.”

You move to the office and pick up the phone, holding it up to your ear and putting on the best customer service voice you can muster. “Hello, this is the Mystery Shack. We put the ‘fun’ in ‘no refunds’! How can I help you?” You can hear someone yelling on the other side of the line before they address you, “Hey, can I talk to my uncle please- YES, I’M CALLING NOW! GET OFF MY BACK. Please.”

The remainder of Stan’s family is… certainly something. Dropping the customer service voice you respond. “Sure, one second. Stan, it’s for you! Your nephew!” You call for him and he groans in response. You hear him turn off the TV and start shuffling your way, muttering curses under his breath. He takes the phone from you, leaning on his arm against the wall, fidgeting with the phone cord in his fingers. “Hey kid, what’s up?”

You head back to the living room to give them some privacy, flipping through an old notebook while waiting for him to finish his conversation.

About a minute passes when Stan calls your name. “, is it alright if my grandniece and -nephew spend the summer here?”

You had met the twins a few times before. In fact, Stan had taken you with him to the hospital when they were born. He finds it difficult seeing his family alone. He mentioned once, in a moment of vulnerability, that you make it easier.

He was nervous to hold them at first, worried he would mess something up, but when his nephew placed the two infants in his arms he practically melted. You remember how he refused to let them go. Shermie basically had to wrestle the twins out of his arms.

You had seen the twins a handful of times more after that, they seem like good kids.

“Yeah, it’s fine by me!” Stan finishes up his conversation and rejoins you in the living room.

“They’ll be coming tomorrow, their parents really seemed eager to get them out of the house.” You feel bad for those kids, it’s no secret their parents’ marriage is on thin ice with the amount of fights they have. At least they’ll be out of the house and won’t have to witness when it all falls apart.

“Where are they gonna be staying?” There aren’t really any bedrooms available in the shack with Ford’s being boarded off and Stan taking Fiddleford’s.

“I was thinking the attic, we should still have a spare bedframe and a few old mattresses lying around here somewhere.” He rubs his chin thoughtfully.

“Sounds like a plan.” You check the time. “We should get their room ready now if we still want to work on the portal tonight.” Stan hums in agreement and extends his hands for you to grab, hoisting you up from the couch with a groan.

The two of you clean up the attic and gather what you need for the room. Together you take apart the bedframe, putting the headboard with two mattresses on one side of the writing desk underneath the triangular window, and the base with one mattress on the other side. A few pillows, blankets, and some fairy lights later it looks pretty decent.

Exhausted, yet satisfied with yourselves you wipe the sweat you build up from your brow. “Do you think they’ll like it?” You shrug. “I don’t know for sure, but I think so, kids love attic rooms, right? Why?” Stan sheepishly shrugs, rubbing his neck and avoiding eye contact. “I want them to like it here, I guess.” You can’t tell if ‘here’ means the room or with him in general.

You step closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently. “I’m sure they will.” Stan stares at you for a moment, seemingly deciding whether to believe you or not. He settles for the first and nods.

Suddenly realising you still have your hand on his shoulder you remove it, patting his shoulder awkwardly before turning for the door. “C’mon, we still have a portal waiting for us. It isn’t going to fix itself.”

After a few hours of working in the basement you bid each other good night and head for your respective bedrooms.

That next day Stan anxiously awaits the kids. In his mission to make a good impression he threw away all alcohol and cigars in the house and even swore off cursing in front of the kids.

When the bus with the twins finally arrive, he excitedly gives them a tour of the shack before taking them to Greasy’s Diner with the excuse that he ‘doesn’t feel like cooking’.

That night when you get ready to head to bed you stop in front of the twins’ room. Stan stands in front of the door listening to the voices pouring from the room. He notices you, puts a finger to his lips and continues listening in on them. You are about to tell him off for eavesdropping when you hear what the twins are discussing.

“Think about it Mabel, do you really want to spend the entire summer here? We could just run away, catch the next bus home, maybe call the FBI while we’re at it, because I’m pretty sure at least 90% of everything going on in this shack is illegal.”

You look at Stan, but he refuses to meet your eye. “I don’t know Dipper. I mean, Grunkle Stan seemed really happy to have us here. This all doesn’t seem that bad. Maybe we could- OH, I’ve got an idea!” You hear Mabel explain that they could use a magic eight-ball to decide their fate.

You hold your breath as you wait for its answer. It tells them to stay. That is good you suppose.

You pull away from the door when you hear the twins settle into bed, Stan suddenly rushing toward his room. He was never very good at dealing with emotions properly, a remnant of his rough childhood, but you’ve known him long enough to tell when he needs comfort, even if he won’t ask for it.

You gently open the door to Stan’s room and find him sitting on his bed, head in his hands. Without saying a word, you sit down next to him and softly put your arms around his tense frame. After a while of holding him, you feel him starting to relax a bit.

Without saying a word, he sits up and moves you so you’re both laying down. This isn’t the first time you’ve slept in the same bed, holding each other, though it has been a while. In the early days you quickly found out he had a lot of nightmares.

You had come rushing into his room at the sound of him screaming, finding him looking disoriented and covered in sweat. Eventually you had managed to calm him down.

Stan didn’t want you leaving after that.

You didn’t want to either.

Whenever the need arises, like now, you would just hold each other. Sometimes there would be talking, sometimes not.

Now it's the latter. Both of you content with just laying there, inhaling each other's scent, and tracing patterns over aged skin until sleep takes over.

The next day Stan is mostly back to his usual self and decides to put the kids to work, making Dipper hang up signs in the woods.

In the time Dipper is gone Mabel, who has decided that this getaway is the perfect opportunity to have an ‘epic summer romance’, after many failed attempts around the shop, which was pretty entertaining to watch, finally found a date.

“Hey boss, guess what?” You turn your gaze from the notepad you were comparing prices on to the widely grinning girl next to you. “I’m not your ‘boss’ Mabel, you don’t work for me. What is it?” You gently remind her, despite knowing that nickname is definitely going to stick.

She rolls her eyes playfully and waves away your comment. “Pshh, tell that to Grunkle Stan! Anyways, guess who has a date? It’s me! I have a date!” She squeals excitedly. “Aw, that’s nice. I’m happy for you Mabel.” She squeals some more before running off to get ready for her date, leaving you to continue doing your job.

He comes to pick her up later that day. The teenaged emo boy is quickly introduced as ‘Norman’ before Mabel rushes them outside. Dipper follows them shortly after, hurriedly exclaiming he has no time to explain before rushing out the door, leaving you slightly confused.

A few hours later the twins walk back into the gift shop looking dishevelled. “Hey kids. Mabel, how did your date go?” She gives you a big smile and a thumbs up. “Horrible!” Well, that’s not the answer you were expecting. “Oh! Are you okay? Do you need anything?” She waves away the idea. “Nah!” Well, alright then.

Stan, who was counting money before, stops and tries breaking the ice by making a joke, which he doesn’t get a reaction to. You decide to help him out. “Oh, would you look at that. It seems I have overstocked some inventory.” Stan is about to tell you off for wasting precious money but stops himself when he notices you giving him a look and nodding to the twins.

“OH, er. Hey kids, how about you pick something from the shop, on the house.”

Dipper picks out a nice hat with a pine tree symbol and Mabel chooses a… grappling hook?! Where did she even find that?

Stan is easily persuaded, but you are still hesitant. “Stan, giving a 12-year-old a weapon doesn’t seem like the best idea.”

Mabel gives you her best impression of a kicked puppy. “Oh, please, please, please, please, boss?”

Oh, you can’t say no to those eyes. “Do you promise you’ll be careful?”

“Scout’s honour!” She gives you a salute. “You have never been a scout.” Dipper corrects her.

“GRAPPELING HOOK!”

That evening Mabel accidentally destroys a window.

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[rabbitbandit05]

Dangerously Yours (Vox x Reader)

I had this idea after listening to "Dangerously Yours" (1944) Masquerade episode on Spotify, and couldn’t help but write for it. I was originally going to write three chapters for it, but ive been very busy with college work and life so you can have the bullet points that was going to be the script for the story. This is also kinda piggybacking off my original post of "Y/N as a star", but this time with a twist. I hope you enjoy this post- and also reminder: My requests are open!!

Alastor and you both know each other from when you were alive! Not only were the two of you close, but you were cousins.  

This story starts off with you, who is one of Alastors most trusted colleagues in hell (but are not an overlord). You are sent to the Vees tower to spy on them, and Alastor entrusts this task to you because of how closed off you are from the rest of hell and that no one should know you well enough to question who you are. 

Not only that- but no one knows your familiar relationship with Alastor so they wont be able to use that against you. 

In the event that you needed to escape, Alastors shadows would follow behind you from a distance to ensure your safety, and when you stomped you foot three times, you would be whisked away to a safe place.

With that all said and done, You make your way to the Vee’s tower on a day you knew a bunch of reporters would be there and questioning/ interviewing the Vee’s  

People are naturally drawn to you (not in a hypnotizing way- but in a way you are able to alter your aura to have people perceive you in any way you want them to) 

You end up making it a point to charm a bunch of reporters near the Vees tower to catch their attention. Not only that, but you play coy by pretending to not know the Vee’s and their influence. Now that really catches their attention because they are extremely prideful about their importance.

You claim it’s because you have barely left your old employer who kept her under a close watch and rarely let you use the internet/ technology (Not 100% false- you just preferred to stay away from the technology originally) 

Not only do you catch the attention of the Vee’s, but you catch the attention of Vox in particular, Who (after watching your playful and intentional nature) is determined to make you into a super star. 

Its all going according to plan, just as Alastor predicted. Something new and shiny shows itself to Vox and he cant resist trying to control it. 

You agree to work with Vox for a certain period of time before you actually sign a contract with the Vee’s (so that you are granted time to get in and out quickly without having to sell your soul to any of them).

You start to slowly get info on the Vees and how they run things, as well as creating a way for alastor to take them all down. They each have their weaknesses that only those who are allowed close to them are able to see. Its easy to assume a persons weakness, but to evaluate and calculate the best way to ensure their down fall is the best course of action.  

And whats that saying? Keep your friends close, Keep your enemies closer.  

Meanwhile, while working for the Vee’s, you are becoming more known throughout hell and are rising in popularity. 

You are the talk of the pride ring, with all the demons wondering where you came from and how you were so quickly able to captivate your audience. Only two demons on this side of hell are able to work such an audience after all- The radio demon and the Video demon. 

Its inevitable that you and Vox start a relationship with one another (very lowkey ofcourse, with no knowledge from the public, however people still suspect it)

You know its fake, and somewhere deep inside, vox suspects its fake, but both of you cant help but lean into it regardless. 

Its also inevitable that both of you develop feelings for one another, though neither of you can admit it… 

Eventually your act comes to a head though- as Vox finally admits to you that he knows who you are and what your plans are- Its not hard for him to find whatever information he wants, and that includes about you. He did a “background check” on who you were before coming here and found out about how you are related to the Radio demon. 

however as he confronts you, there is no aggressiveness in his voice, just an unsettling calmness that is even unusual for him… 

You are forced to stray from the original plan and now must protect yourself and what you know. 

You debate back with the video demon. He has it all wrong, that no matter what he does, he wont get the information he wants from you, and that you will end him if it comes down to it- if he forces you to (you both know this is a bluff but regardless, you refuse to die without a fight)

Vox doesn't argue with you- instead, he tries to get you to join the Vee’s and actually commit to being a star as well as joining him and the Vees in ruling. Forget Alastor, forget your ties to him or whatever debt you may owe him- he is giving you a choice that is up to you alone to make, and that is to join the Vee’s. 

Afterall, he cant bring himself to exist in his unlife without you- essentially admitting he loves you.

He also admits that regardless of weather you join them or not, Alastors time as an overlord is coming to an end soon… 

You can help but break down. Here you are given the chance to finally do something for yourself and act on the love you have for Vox- and you admit that to him, however you also confess that there will always be a part of you that wonders if he actually cares about you, or if he justs cares about the power you can bring to him… 

Not only that, but your loyalty will always be deeper to Alastor than it is to Vox, and Vox’s loyalty to winning against Alastor will always be deeper than his love for you. 

You end up stomping your foot three times on the floor, and then before Vox can say anything or move from his spot to stop you from leaving, you are engulfed in a circle of shadows and whisked away from the scene- ending up in your room at the Hotel. You collapse to the floor from the emotional exhaustion and heartbreak of it all- 

maybe in another death you could have been together… maybe if you were born a different person in your life you could have been together, but you both died in your current forms and are the demons you are- and you cant change that. 

Alastor walks up to you and ends up chuckling at your patheticness, as he helps hoist you up and walk you to the kitchen to make you something to eat to cheer you up. Maybe an old family recipe will bring you some comfort, and he can relish in your misery at missing home even more.

Vox’s mission to end Alastor becomes even more intense, as now he believes that ifd he kills Alastor, you will finally be freed from the guilt of being forced to follow and obey him, and finally be free to make your own choices. 

Vox also never informs the other Vee’s about your betrayal, and insist you were kidnapped and he is working on getting you back. 

The end. 

[baxteravenue]

HOW TO FAKE IT

pt ii.

summary: when jack and yours management team come together to create a perfect pr relationship you and jack must do your best to keep it as professional as possible... but when you have to spend a year together the lines between real and fake can become a little blurry.

STAGE ONE: Planting The Seed

You could feel the goosebumps rise against your skin as you sat in the cold conference room watching as your manager spoke with a shorter woman, before pointing back at you. You looked away scrolling back on your phone. You knew why you were here, you didn’t really agree to it but he was on a roll in his career right now and he didn’t need anything stopping it soon which is where you came in. 

You were an up and coming singer, you were happy with your fans. You weren't the biggest but you had no complaints. You understood why they wanted this for you, why your label was going out of its way to make you the next Taylor Swift or Ariana Grande. You just didn’t understand why it had to be this way.

“Y/N…” Your manager taps at you making you lift up your head, next to her stands Jack Harlow. “This is Jack, I’m gonna leave you two here to get to know each other and stuff while me and Neelam discuss some stuff.”

You nod, giving her a small smile as she walks out. The room feels warm now, and you can sense the sweat building at the bottom of your back.

“Hi.” Jack says from across the table, he decides to make the first move. 

“Hi.” You respond.

It doesn’t last long because it’s quiet again and awkward, very awkward. 

“Look, I think we should talk and like discuss some things… we are gonna be dating I guess.” Jack rubs at the back of his neck and for the first time you can tell that he is nervous as well. 

“Okay, what do you want to talk about?” You ask.

He leans over, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well first of all are you okay with all of this? I don’t want to do this if you’re not okay with it.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him, “This was your idea?”

“What? No.” He shakes his head, “But I’m not against it. I want a Grammy Y/N and there's… Look, let's just say that some people don’t want me to have one. I’m sure you want one too.” 

You did. It was one of your biggest dreams but in order for that to happen you had to do something about it, and the industry was cut throat. 

“Fine.”

“Fine?” Jack smiled.

“Yes, fine.”

He nodded, “I like your music by the way.”

You laughed. “Yours isn't too bad either.”

Your manager came back into the room as the two of you were in conversation, coming up with things you wanted to do and didn’t.

“Ready to do this?”

You and Jack looked at each other, before nodding. 

Within the next week the four of you had multiple upon multiple meetings coming up with terms and conditions that both you and Jack would be fine with. 

“And one last thing, no one can know. Only the four of us,” Your manager starts looking over at Neelam who continues.

“Not even Urban Jack, no one. To everyone else outside this room the two of you are a real couple and you must act that way.” 

You and Jack sign for a year, enough time to get some exposure on his new album that revolves around love rather than his usual fuck boy persona, and so that the audience can put a face to the alluded person and so that you can kickstart a long and accomplishing career. 

You spend the first few weeks slowly getting used to each other. He follows you on Instagram and you follow back maybe two people notice but you don’t get a huge reaction besides a random account getting excited that two of her favorite artists follow each other.

The two of you are steady with texting about random things, wanting to at least become friends before things get more serious for the public eye. Within a month you’re flying out to Louisville to stay with him for a bit. 

“How do you like it so far?” Jack asks as the two of you eat ice cream in his apartment. 

You take the spoon that was full of chocolate ice cream out of your mouth, “Louisville or this situation?” You blubber through the coldness.

“Both.”

“I don’t think we’ve gotten far enough for me to really feel a certain way, but I haven’t been called any degrading names on the internet so I think it’s fine?” You shrug, “And I haven’t seen much of Atlanta besides your guest room and the Whole Foods down the block.” 

“Let’s do something then?” Jack looked over at you.

“Can we?”

“I don’t see why not? It’s already been a month, a little sighting wouldn’t be too bad.” Jack sits up, “Plus there's a place I really want to show you.”

The place Jack wanted to show you was only just a five minute walk around his apartment complex. A park right under a highway that overlooked a river. The moon twinkled over the water, it was really pretty. 

You looked up at Jack, “Do you come here a lot?”

Jack adjusted his hoodie, shrugging. “Not really. Not these days at least.”

“It’s pretty, and close. I think I'd be here a lot.”

Jack looked at you, “I’m headlining a festival they have here in a few months.”

“Really? That’s so fucking cool!” You smile at him.

“It’s pretty nuts, I remember sneaking into it and then when I first got my slot to perform at the smallest stage with a small crowd of mostly people that knew me from high school– Feels unreal still.”

You nod, “I can’t wait to experience that… Don’t get me wrong I love my little fan base so much and I love playing intimate shows where I can really connect with my audience but I also want to experience a crowd so big I can’t even see where it ends.” You nod.

Jack puts his arm around you, bringing you in closer to him and your heart jumps a little surprisingly, “If this goes as planned I'm sure you will.” 

“Oh my god, Jack Harlow!”

And suddenly him wrapping his arm around you makes sense.

JACKHARLOWUPDATES: Jack is currently back home in Louisville!

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JACKHARLOWFAN: he looks so cutie in that picture

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STACYGREENE5: hey! that’s me, he was so sweet even if i was acting a bit crazy lol!

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GAZEBOSTAN: why was he by himself at the waterfront?!

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STACYGREENE5: he wasn’t! he was with a girl… i’m pretty sure they’re dating bc he had his arm around her!

JACKHARLOWUPDATED: Jack and Y/N in Louisville tonight!

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USERNAME: wtf 

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USERNAME1: This is so random

JACKMANTWTAS: Y/N is credited as a writer on multiple albums, including Mac Miller, so I’m sure they’re working on something together.

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USERNAME: if it’s true, i’m sure this will be his best album bc she helped mac with swimming when she was only 17

[gunilslaugh]

5 Minute Boyfriend

Kim Jungsu

Summary: When you run into your ex of course the only logical thing to do was make Jungsu be your fake boyfriend. (non-idol au)

WC:903

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

What started as a nice day out with your friend Jungsu quickly took a turn when you saw your ex walking towards you, sporting a new girl on his arm. It had been two months since you two broke up. It was necessarily a bad break up. You both realized that you weren’t really meant for each other, so you split. You were originally planning on ignoring him, however you just had to make eye contact with him. Now you were going to be civil with maybe even offer him a polite smile, but he seemed to have other intentions. He pulled his new girl closer to him, pressing a long kiss onto her cheek while staring right at you. He was provoking you. You scoffed looking away. Upon your eyes landing on Jungsu a light bulb went off in your head. 

“Be my boyfriend,” you told Jungsu.

“What?” Jungsu coughed. 

“Be my boyfriend. Just for like five minutes please?” you begged, seeing your ex getting closer.

“Can I ask why?” he questioned. You sighed. 

“That’s my ex over there.” You pointed discreetly. “He’s with someone else and trying to provoke me with it, so can you please be my boyfriend. So that I can show him I don’t care about him,” you quickly explained. Jungsu eyes where your ex was, seeing how he was seemingly making his way over to the pair of you.

“Ok, I’ll be your boyfriend,” he says.

“Thank you,” you thanked him. You also moved to rest your head on his shoulder. Jungsu carefully wraps his arm around your frame. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here y/n,” your ex said when he arrived in front of you and Jungsu. You lifted your head from Jungsu’s shoulder to look at him.

“I didn’t expect to see you here either,” you remarked. 

“This is Hanna, my girlfriend,” he introduced the girl on his arm and sent you a certain look.

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled at her. “This is Jungsu, my boyfriend,” you shot back, once more leaning your head on Jungsu’s shoulder. Your ex clears his throat. 

“Well we should get going. Nice seeing you again,” you ex speaks. 

“Yeah, you too,” you replied. You watched the two of them walk off. “He really became a prick didn’t he?,” you say. Jungsu laughed at your comment. 

“Yeah he seemed upset when he realized that you moved on from him.” Jungsu removes his arm from around you. He thinks that he can finally calm his racing heart. From the moment you asked him to be your boyfriend it had been hammering against his chest. He’s glad you only rested your head on his shoulder cause if it was his chest you certainly would have heard his beating heart. Jungsu has been crushing on you for quite some time now, including before you got together with your ex. He never found the courage to confess to you. He was sure that he wasn’t your type. That he was only the type of guy you wanted to be friends with. Having you in his hold with your head on his shoulder only made him long for you more. It gave him a taste of what he could have if you were actually his. 

Your heart can also now begin to calm from its rapid thumping. Having Jungsu’s arm around you affected you much more than you thought it would. You’ve had a bit of a thing for Jungsu since you met him, but never thought it was anything that serious. The way your heart pounded just now tells you otherwise. That your feelings for Jungsu were more than just a small thing. You wanted him to have his arm around you more often. You wanted to lean your head on his shoulder whenever you pleased. 

“He left so quickly after I told him you were my boyfriend,” you chuckled. “Thanks again though. I owe you one,” you told him. Jungsu remains silent for a bit. He doesn’t want to just have a taste of what it could be like to be with you. He is terrified of you rejecting him and losing your friendship, but he thinks he would regret it more if he never gives it a shot. 

“Can I keep being your boyfriend then?” His gaze shifted to his hands as he anxiously fiddled with them. Did he just ruin everything?

His question sends your heart right back to thumping against your chest. Jungsu wasn’t the type to joke about these kinds of things, but you still couldn’t believe what he just said. 

“Are you serious?” you asked. Jungsu finds the courage to lift his head and look at you. 

“I’m very serious. I’ve liked you for a while now,” he confessed. “I don’t want to be your boyfriend for only five minutes. I want to be it permanently,” he states. 

“I want that too,” you confess. Jungsu can’t believe the words that left your mouth.

“Really? I can be your boyfriend? You mean it?” he asked excitedly with bright eyes. You couldn’t help but find him adorable. 

“Yes, Jungsu. Be my boyfriend please,” you say. Jungsu pulls you into a hug. 

“I will, I’ll be your boyfriend for the rest of my life,” he declares. You hug him tighter. Jungsu wishes you would’ve ran into your ex sooner if it meant you and him finally getting together.

Taglist: @purplelady85, @odesonnets, @gingerjunhan, @chewednails, @ezlynkisses, @mon2sunjinsuver, @mxlly143

[esa1900]

I saw that you asked for requests. Well, your prayers have been answered. I have such an idea. Douma x Fem!Half-breed!Reader. She's half human, half demon. Her mother was a human, and her father was a demon. At some point, the girl's father lost control and killed her mother. And because there was a part of a human in Reader, her father wanted to eat her too. But she managed to escape. Since that day, she has been looking for her father to avenge her mother. Reader has deer-like features (horns, ears and tail), and because of human genes, she does not look scary at all, unlike her father. Also, she cannot burn in the sun. Instead, her skin glistens in the sunlight, as if it has been sprinkled with diamond chips. She can be easily scared off, like a fawn. She's not on anyone's side. Neither the demon slayers nor the demons. She's on her own. She will stop only at revenge on her father and that's it. How will Douma get to know her?

hvshddbwjehd thank you for requesting😔🙏

douma x fem!halfbreed reader

TWS: power unbalance, kidnapping, manhandling, lmkmif i forgot something.

.the first time douma ssw you was in the woods near his temple, he was going for a walk with one of his followers (victims) and spotted something moving not too far away.

.as you sensed him and the human approaching you tried to get away, only to realize theres no time to do so, so you decided to hide between trees.

.that didn't stop douma from noticing you though, you two even made eye contact, your eyes filled with fear while his were curious and dominant.

.but he decided to move on with his "walk" and maybe come back and look for you later

. relief filled you as he moved forward with that human, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

you placed a hand over your chest as he walk away, leaning yout back against the tree and slightly falling to the ground.

.a few weeks later you were walking nearby his temple, in the morning this time.

.you stumbled upon two young men, the three of you stared at each other for a how kinute before one of them slowly takes a step forward, and thats when you start running.

."hey! where do you think you're going!?" one of the men yelled while they both chased you down although not succeeding.

. unbeknownst to you, those young men were worshippers at an uppermoons cult, who reported everything to him.

.the young man politley walked into the room where douma listens to his followers troubles, comforting them with lies and fake promises.

. he places his head to the ground in front of his lord douma and explains to him what he saw.

.a young woman with light brown hair, just like a dears, pointy ears and small horns, your eyes were big and dark, staring into them for too long can make you feel as if your getting lost in outer space, and a small tail hung from your bottom.

.doumas eyes widened as he remembers the demon he saw a few weeks back, right before he was about to devour his victim, his lips slightly part as he continues listening to the human explaining the situation, about some creature rosming near the temple

.what douma didn't expect though, is that you'd be out in the morning, he wanted to see it, how could a demon be out at noon? let alone have their skin sparkle like a diamon under the sunlight

.he had to find you.

. the follower was dismissed, once again with lies about his brother going to paradise, and how the gods promise that that creature is going to hell for their sins.

.all before douma dismisses all the meetings left for the night, deciding its time to go find you already!

.he knows you wander near his temple, this will be an easy find.

.and you better believe he finally does, hes an uppermoon after all.

.like the "dear" you are, you try an escape, too afraid of him.

.but your speed is nothing comoared to his, beforr you know it he's got you, his long fingers gripped onto your coat.

.and you look behind you only to see him standing there, not breaking a sweat trying to hold you in place, with a smile, while you struggle and sink your feet into the ground trying to escape.

"what do we have here?"he says, pulling you closer to him, hes now looking down at you with dark predatory eyes.

."what are you exactly?"

he asks, more himself than you.

,all you could do was struggle under him, fear is obvious in your eyes, that just cant stop looking at him, you cant, you're too scared

"you know you did scare some of my followers off this morning... but i think ill keep you, yourr interesting."

.with one swift move, douma throws you over his shoulder and starts walking back to his temple where hes planning on having more time with you.

.all you could do at this moment was scream, scream, running didn't help you this time, and fighting definitely won't here!

.he can even feel your body shivering on top of him.

"my dear, do you mind quieting down? i dont want to grab more attention now."

.but he enjoys it, he loves hearing others scream, especially those human women, but hes never seen anything quite like you before.

"hey, hey, but what are you exactly? you seem like a demon but i heard you can wander around at noon too, whats up with that?"

.his questions go unanswered by you.

"owh come on now.." he pouts.

. realizing thst he wont be hearing you speak anytime soon, he decides to take a little less time getting to his temple.

"okay now." he drops you on the floor in a spare room at the temple, you crawl backwards, away from him in fear.

."are you a demon? i can sense youre a demon, but how come you've managed to go under the sun?" he asks with his hands folded atop his chest, hes looking down at you wth a slight bob to his head.

.he waits a few secounds as you shuver against tge wall behund you.

."you know you're gonna have to answer me, tuus is very important information you're holding back."

."tsk, alright fine, i guess ill have to wait for you to calm down a bit." he turns around and makes his way to the door, getting out the room and almostm shutting the door, although he standes in between the door and bobs his head inside.

."ill make sure you cant escape and lock all the ways out' the room, okay?" he says before closinf the door behind him, you can hear him locking it as well beforr his boots tsp the floor as he gets further away from the room.

"i wonder if i should tell master muzan about this." he thinks to himself.

"ill just have to know what shes about first."

i wanted to write more but i was just tired and didnt wanna leave you hanging, so if youd like a part two just lmk!

[dantakeyoman]

𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 | 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞

♡ 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚, 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒛𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒆-𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚: 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 *

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

"Looks like anyone who's ever been in a movie lives on this block," Columbus stated, reading the map he picked up as Tally drove you through the Hollywood Hills.

"What exactly you think we're doin' in the 90210, Sally?" Tallahassee smirked.

"I pictured Tom Cruise living somewhere nicer," Wichita stated as you passed his house.

"Definitely," you agreed, watching it go by.

After driving through Arizona and into California, the five of you agreed to keep your little troupe going until you reached Pacific Playland.

Though, Tallahassee had an idea of somewhere you all could crash for some R 'n R.

So that was where you were going first.

"He's a B-lister compared to who I got in mind, folks. We're goin' to the tippy top of the A-list," he assured

"Who?" Little Rock asked.

"You'll see," he cheesed.

Turning the corner, he rode up the driveway of a house with a golden BM on its gates.

"It's a big BM?" Columbus asked.

"And it ain't Bob Marley," Tal quipped.

He pulled over and the lot of you got out, heading in through the ornate front doors.

The place was beyond fancy with golden in nearly every corner, and big, beautiful archways.

It was a gorgeous house.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to La Mancion de Murray," Tal proudly introduced, walking the four of you into a room where a large painting of the famous comedian stood.

"You've gotta be jokin'," you smiled.

"No way. This guy has a direct line to my funny bone," Wichita gasped.

"Whoa, whoa, wait. Who's Bill Murray?" Little Rock asked, confused.

"Hey, I've never hit a kid before," Tal shook his head, disappointed.

"I blame you," you turned to Wichita, "Poor girl wasn't educated."

"I mean, that's like asking who Gandhi is," Tal waved off.

"Who's Gandhi?" The little girl asked again.

You cocked a brow at Wichita, and she scoffed, "She's twelve."

"And you're failing as a parental figure," you shrugged, heading towards the kitchen.

"There's no Twinkies in here," Columbus reported, already having checked every cabinet.

"Shit fuck!" Tally cursed, walking in and kicking a low cabinet.

"Told ya we shoulda gone to Russell Crowe's," you cooed, sitting yourself down on the counter in front of him, "But you don't listen."

"Excuse me for makin' mistake, Miss Perfect," he taunted, rolling his eyes and leaning against the side of the counter.

"Hello? Inside voices," Columbus reminded, picking up his gun, "At least until we know we're alone. Tallahassee, Jersey, take that way. Little Rock, Wichita, come with me."

"Why do I get stuck with her?" Tal complained.

Fakely, of course.

"I'm not jumpin' to be put with you, either, cowboy," you scoffed with a smile, hopping off the counter and bumping him with your hip, heading off in the direction Columbus pointed.

Before he followed you, shut his eyes and took a deep breath, regaining his composure.

You had to be doing this shit on purpose.

No way you weren't.

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

Walking into one of the bedrooms, the two of you shared a look, glancing at the bed, before looking at each other again.

You booked it, but Tal, already guessing your plan, grabbed you by your waist and tossed you back, running for the bed himself.

"Fuckin' cheat!" You exclaimed, recovering and chasing him.

"You snooze, you lose, sweetheart," he smirked, flopping belly first onto the bed.

But you walked over and grabbed him by his ankles, flipping him over the side.

He landed on the floor with a groan, and you happily crawled on the bed, leaning over the edge to look at him.

You grabbed his hat off his head, carefully placing it on your head.

"Guess you could say I gotchu floored, huh?" You smirked.

He looked up at you with a smile, caught off-guard by the horrible pun.

God, you looked so pretty with his hat on your head.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that," he denied.

"Oh, c'mon, you've said way worse," you scoffed, crawling over and putting down your feet.

"I just add that charm to it," he smirked, standing up and dusting himself off, "S'a me thing, y'know."

"All right, then. Let me try," you cleared your throat, prepping your voice for his country accent, "Guess you could say I gotchu floored, huh?"

He shook his head, throwing an arm around your shoulder, "Needs work."

"I think the hat should give me extra points," you adjusted it as you two walked into the next room.

It sounded like the other three were watching Ghostbusters somewhere, 'cause the theme song could be heard crystal clear in this room.

Tally threw off his jacket as he shimmied, throwing himself onto the couch and holding up his feet.

"Help me with the boots. C'mon," he bicycled to the music, clapping.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the things, yanking them off and tossing them somewhere.

"Thanks, doll," he smiled, sitting up.

"Sure," you blushed, quickly covering by picking up the golf club and balls you found in the corner of the room.

You set up shop were you found them, picking out a ball and winding up your swing, smacking it into the fireplace.

Tally was back up again, horribly dancing to the music still playing, humming along here and there.

You wound up another swing, hitting the ball into the wall, making it roll off somewhere.

Behind the music, you could've sworn you heard the sounds of footsteps, but you paid it no mind.

Probably just one of the others.

Or maybe some sort of creaking.

This place was abandoned, after all.

You didn't really care either way.

It was the one time you could finally let your guard down, finally let loose and live life past the nightmare outside.

You already had enough to worry about.

You wound up again, a little anger fueling your swing as the ball smacked into the window sill, ricocheting off a whole bunch of things until it hit Tallahassee in the face.

He groaned, and dropped to his knees, before allowing himself to fully flop on the ground.

"Shit!" You winced, quickly running over, and kneeling down in front to him "Tally, I am so sorry. It was an accident."

The footsteps had gotten louder but you still ignored it, more focused on making sure your cowboy was all right.

You lifted his chin, checking his eyes to make sure he didn't have a concussion, and they looked fine until they went wide, landing on something behind you.

"Bill Murray, you're a zombie?" He winced.

You quickly whipped around and grabbed your club in one motion, using it to hit Murray in the knees and make him fall.

"Auugh! Ow! I'm on fire!" He shouted in pain, rolling over and clutching his ass, "Ouch!"

"You're not a zombie, you're talkin'....you're okay?" Tal asked, confused, as the two of you stood up.

"The hell I am!" He exclaimed, slowly and painfully, pulling himself up.

'Coulda fooled me.'

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that it was you you," you apologized.

"Are you...? What's with the get up?" Tal asked, referring to the zombie makeup the actor had on for some reason.

"Oh, I do it to blend in. Zombies don't mess with other zombies," he panted, breathing himself through the pain, "Buddy of mine showed me how to do this. Cornstarch. You know, some berries, a little licorice for the ladies."

You nodded, not understanding a single word of what this man was saying.

'Maybe he hit his head, too.'

"Suits my lifestyle, y'know. I like to get out and do stuff. Just played nine holes on the Riviera. Just walked on. Nobody there."

Tal smiled his shouting smile, and you took a deep sigh, prepping your ears.

"Goddamn it, Bill fuckin' Murray!" He exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air, "I had to get that out. I don't mean to gush. This is so surreal. I mean, you probably get this all the time. ....Well, maybe not lately, but I'm such a huge fan of yours."

Bill smiled, bowing a humble thanks.

"I've seen every one of your movies a million times. I even love your dramatic roles and just everything," he continued, "Seven people left in the world, one of them is Bill fuckin' Murray. I know that's not your middle name but I just...I been watching your movies since I was...er...since I could masturbate. Not that the two were connected."

You could tell he was going off the rails a little, so you rested a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Tal, hon, I think he understands," you snickered, hopefully reeling him in a little bit.

"It's all right. That's why we do it," Bill smiled.

"I love you, Bill. I love you," Tal finished, giving him a quick bow.

"Thank you," he turned to you, noticing that your eyes had set sights on his unruly hair.

"You are staring at me. It's a hairpiece," he assured, lifting it and putting it back down.

"Sorry, no, it was just that you look remarkably like Eddie Van Halen," you laughed.

"I just saw Eddie Van Halen" he nodded.

"No way," you gasped.

"Where?" Tal asked.

"At the Hollywood Bowl."

"How was that?"

"Well, he's a zombie."

You sucked your teeth, "That's a tough break."

The three of you stood there for a moment, awkwardly, until Bill broke the silence.

"Well, how about a little West Coast hospitality. Can I get you something? What would you like?"

You and Tally turned to each other at the same time, sharing the same devilish smirk.

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

A bunch of weed and couple reenactments later, and the three of you were now right outside the home theater, getting ready to send in Bill.

Wichita, Little Rock, and Columbus were in there, watching Ghostbusters, and you and Tal planned to have Bill walk in and scare the shit out of them.

Everyone will scream, everyone will laugh, it was gonna be a grand ol' time.

"Wait, wait, wait," you stopped them, "I saw a Polaroid in the other room. I wanna get a pic of Doofus' face."

The two men nodded and you quickly scurried off to find the camera, excited.

They both were warmed at how giddy and relaxed you looked, but Bill could tell that Tal was enjoying it a great deal more than him.

"Your wife's lovely. A very kind woman," Bill complimented, leaning against the wall.

"Oh, you're seein' her happy. Wait 'til you piss 'er off," Tally scoffed with a smile.

After a moment's delay, he finally processed the sentence, snapping his head over to the actor, "Wait, wife?"

"Yeah," Bill nodded, cocking a brow, "You guys are married, right?"

"Oh, no, no, no, we're not like that," Tal assured, "Just very good friends."

Bill's eyebrows flattened almost immediately, and he gave the man a very sarcastic look.

People were still doing this shit at the end of the world?

"You're joking, right?" He asked, wondering if this was all a big joke.

Tal shook his head.

Bill sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "That's impossible. You two are very obviously in love."

"Nah," Tal shook his head again, crossing his arms, "I mean, don't get me wrong, I may be sweet on the gal, but she's too good for me. She deserves someone better."

"Don't know if you took a look outside lately, but last I checked, there is no one better," Bill corrected.

"And even if there was, that woman is still blatantly in love with y-." "Sorry for the wait, I got lost," you came back, camera in hand.

The two men quickly clammed up, covering any sort of hint as to what they were talking about before.

"So Columbus is the scared one?" Bill asked, slipping on his wig as if nothing happened.

Must be all the acting.

"Yeah. He's like a little mouse," you nodded, holding the camera at the ready.

Tal was still lost in deep thought, replaying his conversation with Bill.

Him being in love with you? ....Possibility

You being in love with him? No way in hell.

Bill had to be pulling his leg. It was impossible.

If it was true, surely he would've seen some sort of sign from you.

But you'd done nothing out of the ordinary....to his recollection.

"I'll get him," Bill assured, holding up his arms like a zombie, "Watch this.

He skulked into the theater, loudly groaning and grunting like a zombie.

And Columbus yelped in fright.

But just as you popped in the door to snap the picture, Columbus picked up his gun and shot Bill square in the chest, your camera catching the whole thing.

He let out a loud shout of pain and dropped into the closest chair.

"Holy shit!" You exclaimed, everyone quickly rushing to his aid.

"No, no, it's okay, it's okay. I got him," Columbus assured.

"Is that.... how you say hello.... where you're from?" Bill asked, weakly.

Columbus' eyes went wide in realization, and he raked a nervous hand through his hair, "Oh my God. I can't believe I just shot Bill Murray."

Tal shook his head sadly, turning to the poor man, "Mr. Murray?"

"I'm just Bill, I think, now," he sighed.

"Bill...I don't think we're gonna be able to stitch this," Tal admitted.

You rested a soft hand on Bill's shoulder, "You think you can pull through?"

He turned to you, and shook his head, "No."

"If it's worth anything now, I am so sorry. It was just instinctive," Columbus quickly apologized.

"It was my bad," Bill assured, "I was never a very good practical joker."

Little Rock crouched down to his eye level, "So, do you have any regrets?"

He paused for a moment, thinking.

"Garfield, maybe."

'Very fair.'

And with a final, incredibly long breath, Bill Murray, the zombie-impersonating actor, was dead.

Wichita let out a snicker, and everyone turned to her with disbelief.

"I'm sorry. He just gets me," she apologized, her smile quickly falling, "But it still is sad."

You nodded, "Even worse to have a polaroid of it."

You somberly held up the photo, which showed the flash of the gun and Columbus' terrified face, along with Bill's body falling into the chair.

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

After giving Bill a proper send off, and disposing the body, the crew decided the best way to cancel out the depressing end of the day was to play some late night Monopoly.

So here you were, curled up next to Tallahassee as you did your best to stay awake through the painfully boring game

"Ooo, free parking," Wichita commended Little Rock as she landed on the space, "Which is the best thing about Zombieland."

"No, best thing about Z-land, no Facebook status updates," Columbus chimed, "You know, Rob Curtis is gearin' up for Friday. Who cares?"

"The best thing is no more flushing," Tal corrected, taking a bite of his Ding Dong, "Epic."

"And the worst thing about Z-land?" Wichita asked.

"You mean, other than the fact that I shot Bill Murray?" Columbus hung his head.

"That's easy," Tal nodded, "Losin' Buck."

The girls looked confused

"S'his puppy," you yawned, trying to stay awake and present in the conversation.

"I'm gonna tell you, I never thought I could love anything like Buck," he sighed, "He was just...the day he was born, I just lost my mind."

Wichita looked down, guilty, "Sorry."

"We were two peas. He had my personality, my laugh, my appetite."

...

'Laugh?'

And that's when it hit you.

Buck wasn't a puppy.

Buck was a boy.

Buck was his son.

'Holy shit.'

You felt like shit. Pure, bonefide shit.

How had you not noticed the signs?

How had you not noticed that outside your own selfish pool of despair, there were others circling the drain, too?

Tal had gotten choked up, his eyes glassy as he fished something out his pocket.

"We made this wallet together out of duct tape," he sniffled, handing it to you.

You carefully took it, tearing up at the pictures of the little, blonde boy, who was nothing but smiles.

It was adorably homemade, the tape not uniform at all and still a little sticky. But it was clear that it was well loved and held a multitude of memories for Tal.

'Fuckin' hell.'

You handed it back to him, giving his shoulder a comforting rub and shooting a sincere look.

He gave you a small nod of thanks, and started to pull himself together, sniffling for the last time.

"I haven't cried like that since Titantic," he sighed, dabbing away a couple tears with some cash.

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

[thewhumpcaretaker]

✦ 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐈𝐕: 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 ✦

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Summary: After faking his death at the duel, John has gone into hiding deep in the desert to preserve his peace. Sofia Al-Azwar begs him to come back to the everyday world...and confesses her love. This is my first time writing John x Sofia! I hope it seems like them...

CW: Kissing, and that's about it. It's just angst and fluff.

The air is perfectly still, and dry with oncoming winter. But here, it’s always dry. It’s the richness of burning wood that truly makes the moment feel like autumn.

Night is making its way down in a blue-black gradient, the lowering of a ceiling rather than a sky. There’s nothing but sand for so many miles. And everything has already happened. What future is there? The space feels eternal. An epilogue.

“John. How long will you wander alone out here?” Sofia’s fingers weave deeper into his hair. His head is in her lap, both of them staring into the campfire, and she’s just…petting him. He needs touch so badly, after some seven hundred lonely nights. It’s been two years now, since he faked his death. And Sofia is the only one who knows where he is.

He doesn’t answer for so long that she thinks he’s fallen asleep. Then, “Long as I live.”

In front of her crossed legs, Dog whimpers and licks John’s forehead. Then he moves off to curl up with Lerna and Orthus, the three of them forming a cozy, tangled pile on the other side of the flames.

Sofia shakes her head, even though John’s not looking at her. “You fought so hard to survive. Why don’t you fight the same way to get back to a normal life?”

“It’ll all just happen again. I’m tired, Sofia.” He sounds that way. His voice is even rougher than usual.

“Dog’s tired. He’s tired of getting sand in his paws every time we visit you. Come back to the hotel with me.” She knows it’s futile. They’ve had the conversation dozens of times. But every time, she says it anyway.

“Give it up.”

“You know I’m too stubborn for that. It’s how I survived: being too stubborn to give up on myself. You deserve the same persistence. Hell, you were so persistent for…well, for Helen’s sake.” What did she almost say there? For the sake of his friends? For her sake? She knows that’s not why. Sofia frowns deeply. “She wouldn’t want to see you living like this. It’s no way to honor her memory.”

That strikes a nerve. His voice has a little more edge to it this time. “She wanted me free. Out here I’m free.”

He’s pissing her off by this point. Her hand stops moving over his hair for a second. Let him feel the weight of what he’s doing. “You’re alone, John. I'm surprised you haven't lost your mind out here. This is solitary confinement. It's torture. Stop it.”

His answer is the same as ever. “Yeah. I’ll think about it.” As if he already knows his answer. But unconsciously, he curls closer against her body, hugging her knees.

The silence reigns again. Sofia leans down over his body, embracing his whole torso to give him as much contact as possible in the little time they have before she’s back in the world of struggling against the High Table, of day-to-day life. He should be there too. Anything, anything to reach him… “People love you. Living people.” It’s a second before she realizes what she’s said.

But he knows. Of course he knows. “…I love you too.” John shifts onto his back, where he can reach up and hold her in kind and god, it almost breaks her. She feels like she’s holding his body back from a motionless river, the waterless, unforgiving current of the dunes. A stagnation, instead of motion, but he could sink and drown in it just the same as water. She won’t let that happen to him. Let his life be a life, not just a haunted survival. Please…

His breath against her lips is proof that his head is still above the waves. And then they’re breathing into each other, biting at each other’s lips, stubble and teeth and refusal to let go, his hand tangled in her hair now too. They get primal so quickly, they understand each other’s vicious energy and bring it out of one another. Fists on each other’s backs, pulling each other closer. Sofia topples over, and now they’re laying side by side. She pulls his head back for a second by the hair, staring fiercely into his eyes. “It’s too dusty for sex out here. Come home with me and we’ll fuck on a nice plush rug in front of the fire.”

He just laughs, and kisses her again. Goddammit. Well. At least that wasn’t a no. Sofia settles against him, staring up at the stars and allowing herself the recklessness of hope.

Night has fallen entirely. The sun is dead beyond the black horizon. But a light still glows: the flicker of her campfire. It will come to him in a cycle of months instead of days, but it will always come back. There’s still light at the end of the world.

[raymans-boyfriend]

Rayman x reader suggestive cenarios please

ohh.. ok!

RAYMAN X READER SCENARIO (suggestive édition!)

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Tw: suggestive, also Rayman grabs your thighs.

You and Rayman were in the lobby of the hotel, it wasn’t very busy as it was late at night.

You stare outside, the stars shinning through the window. It was beautiful to say the least, your eyes are mesmerized by the sight.. while Raymans eyes wondered somewhere else.

Out of no where, you feel 2 floating hands on your thighs. Your face reddens, and your heart starts to pump blood faster. He leans in.

"Is this ok, darling..?" He asks as he massages the knots out of your thighs. You nod.

"I'm gonna bring you to the costume closet.. k'?" He mumbles under your neck.

Before you could respond, he lifts you up by the thighs. His head is now on your shoulder, asking if he had your consent again. You nod again.

He carries you to the costume closet, your heart is racing at this point. Holy nymph, hes gonna make out with you.

The closet its self is very small, lined up with clothing pieces, which is perfect. Rayman places you on a stool that he put in the closet, before he gets on his "knees" in front of you.

Oh.

You now realize what Raymans planning, and it makes you even more red and warm. You are now breathing heavily, which concerns Rayman deeply.

"Hey hey.." He says softly, as he takes your hands. "We don't have to do this if you don't want too.. your body, your choices, hon."

You just nod again, non verbally telling him that you do consent. He smiles, petting your head.

"Ok... you're safe with me." He kisses your lips for a moment, before pulling away again. "Just tell me when something becomes too much.. K'?"

As you nod once more, he leans in to start your first passionate kiss of this session. His hands tangled in your hair, his body pressed up against yours.

You cant help but lean into him, you love this man after all. You two move in sync together, your body’s practically melting together as you express your love for each other in this new form.

It got so intense that you accidentally trip over, pinning Rayman down. He lets out a muffled whimper, and you pull away.

“Are… are you ok?” You look at his red face, and decide to tease him.

“Oh? Is the hero getting all flustered over being pinned down~?”

"Shut up!!!!" He playfully groans, his face in fake pain.

"Heh, you're just scared of getting-"

"What is going on here?"

You and Rayman look over to the closet door being open, and you see Princess Peach standing over you.

"Now, why in the world did you two think this was a good place to make love?" She questioned both of you.

"Oh- Sorry princess-"

"There isnt even a comfortable bed in here! Here, l'll pay for the honeymoon suite!" The princess cut Rayman off.

You two look at each other, now this was an opportunity you two couldn't pass on.

[yanderu-deredere]

you: excitedly telling me about your wonderful city and its wonderful transportation. me, immediately: okay but like how would the yanderes react to someone trying to look up their darling's skirt? and she like feels too shy or anxious to say anything?

a/n: sadfsdfsdf IT REALLY BE LIKE THAT SOMETIMES but also It Would Not Be a Fun Time To Be Honest™! thank you for the request and i did a pervert that tried to look up darling's skirt with a phone camera while she was standing in a train!

warning: female reader as requested, approx. 400 words each, public sexual harassment, offensive language towards others (not reader), mentions of violence

ayaka yamato ★ profile

uses her image as an Innocent Little GIrl™ to her advantage and makes herself seem as victimized as possible

if he's going to harass her darling, he better be ready for the consequences and ayaka is going to make them as bad as possible

The train was packed enough which, of course, made Ayaka's temper flare, but if the guy behind her bumped against her one more time--

She felt your arm around her waist tighten and she glanced at you, noting your obviously extremely anxious expression. She knew you didn't like crowds but there was no going around it, no matter how much she hated it too

When you pressed up even harder against her, Ayaka decided that it wasn't the train but something else entirely. Her eyes scanned the people around the two of you until it landed on some bald-headed loser sitting behind you.

The fact that the fat pig didn't free the seat for you already put him on her shit list but, oh, that wasn't even the worst thing he'd done! When Ayaka looked further down, she spotted where his hand was!

She let out the highest pitched scream she could, pulling you to the side a little so the two of you were equal distance from the absolute creep.

Everyone's eyes were immediately on the bald bitch.

"Sir! I can't believe you'd feel me up like that!" She clung to you, crocodile tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, her body wracking with fake tremors as she forced herself to tremble like a scared fawn.

Immediately, the crowd erupted with murmurs. People jeered and pointed, looking at him with disgust and noting that there were accusations from last week about a man that looked like him.

When the coward started to stutter out denials, the pussy businessman next to him immediately interrupted "No way, I think I saw him put his hand up a skirt!"

Why didn't you say something when you saw it then? Ayaka couldn't help but think. Still, she continued her façade, letting you 'comfort' her as the crowd all but lynched the guy that harassed you.

As a last resort, the guy tried to stand up and leave. However, everybody banded together and pushed the guy back into his seat.

Everybody started reassuring Ayaka, telling her that they’d turn him into the station police once the train stopped and that they’d make sure she’d get justice.

Outwardly, she expressed her gratitude as she slowly and gracefully wiped away her tears. Inwardly, she couldn’t help but be disgusted by these people.

She knew there were several people in the crowd that all saw him using his phone to peep on you but didn’t want to say anything. The only reason they were saying anything now was because she made a scene. At least now he was caught and you didn’t have to suffer.

She knew the last thing you would’ve wanted was to make a scene yourself. So, if she had to do it for you, well, so be it.

After all, nobody could touch you. Nobody but her.

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

would lose his shit

normally, he's very calm and collected, almost emotionless actually. you'd think he was a robot. but if he saw something like that? you'd see him turn into a monster real quick

Commuting with Ryouta was always an uneventful endeavor. In fact, most of the time, it was peaceful! He definitely enjoyed it; the rocking motion of the car, the gentle swoosh of the train, the way you'd lean against him all tired and soft.

Today, it wasn't like that. For some reason or another, the fates came together to conspire against the two of you. Not only was the train somehow packed but the two of you took a bit longer to board so the two of you were standing.

Ryouta wouldn't have minded if it was just him but he felt bad for you. He wanted so desperately to find somewhere for you to sit in.

There wasn't any.

So, the two of you were stuck standing and all he coul do was hold you close. He held onto one of the hand rails and you held onto his arm, face pressed close to his chest in an attempt at some sort of privacy.

He hated thinking about the way other bodies pressed against the other sides of you but it was a short ride and it would be over soon and then you would be free from them once again--

Ryouta felt you shift against him. You were inching away from something, pressing closer to him. His arm around your waist tightened and, instinctively, he looked behind you.

Behind you, to the man, sitting there with his phone underneath you, his camera open so he could peek up your skirt.

He felt his blood turn to lava in his veins. For a second, he was so angry that he didn't know what to do. He glanced at you, wondering if you knew.

Immediately, he got his answer because you had the most anxious uncomfortable expression on your face. His heart broke.

His body moved on instinct. His arm shot out, his palm so big that it encompassed the guy's entire face. He slammed the guy's head back and it hit the wall of the car with a sickening crack.

Ryouta didn't know if there was blood and he didn't care.

"You're disgusting, peeping under girls' skirts. You're scum. You're lucky we're in public or I would've fucking gutted you, you fucking pig." He spits out, truly spits out, saliva and all spraying across the man's face

Then, he lets go of the guy's face but only for a second. He readjusted his grip, grabbing him by the chin to truly look him in the eye.

"If I ever see you on this train ever again, I'll fucking take my pistol and I'll shower whatever you have in replacement for a brain in that empty skull of yours all over the walls of this car."

Then, as if he didn't just absolutely explode all over a stranger, Ryouta straightened himself, dusted off whatever particles he thought the stranger got on him.

He turned to you, that same expressionless face you've gotten so used to, and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

After that entire thing, the crowds practically parted like the Red Sea for the two of you. Ryouta just wanted to get you as far away from that bastard as possible.

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

the calmest out of the three outwardly but could definitely contend with ryouta inwardly loool

they're very level-headed about it tho so dont worry, it'll be dealt with in the way best way possible because they take care of you

Yeong-bae hated the fact that they were having you take the train but it couldn't be helped. If they had you take recognizable cars, the two of you would always be swarmed and the two of you wouldn't be able to get anywhere.

Still, to think that today, out all days, the train would be this full? It was a nightmare.

They tried not to think about everyone getting so close to you. They tried tor rationalize it in their head as the fact that they couldn't help it, that the crowd couldn't control it just as much as you couldn't. It helped but only a little bit.

Hopefully, their stop was soon and it would be over.

As always, Yeong-bae was hyperaware of your every move so, when you inched closer to them, your hand holding onto tgeir arm gripping them like a lifeline, they were immediately scanning around you, trying to see what was wrong.

It didn't take them long to see the ugly old man peeping up your skirt with his phone.

With swift moves, they pulled up their phone, taking a clear incriminating photo of the old man. It was obvious in the photo what he was doing. Then, as subtly as they could, Yeong-bae, dialed the station security and put it to his ear.

As the dial tone rang in their ear, they lowered their hand from the hand rail, wrapping their arm around your waist and pulling your body flush against theirs.

They turned you so the two of you swapped places and they bent down a little so their lips brushed against your ear "Are you okay?"

When you looked at them with those big doe eyes, your lips quivering and tears pooling, they decided that there was nothing you could say that could convince them that you were okay.

Thankfully, you had shook your head just as the station security answered.

In hushed tones, Yeong-bae described the man as best as he could, telling them that they'd come with their girlfriend to the station straight away with a photo of the man.

When Yeong-bae glanced at the pervert, he looked none the wiser and, even more disgustingly, the man was looking pretty happily at his phone. It made Yeong-bae’s blood boil to think that maybe, possibly, the thing he was looking at were photos of your underwear.

Only they could look at that.

Yeong-bae decided that turning the man in wasn’t enough. If the man ‘coincidentally’ dropped his wallet with his license and work ID, well, that was on him, wasn’t it? It was the least he could do for interrupting Yeong-bae’s date after all.

[sankta-starkova]

LETTERMAN

023; north high kisses

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summary: the one where ej and andy realise that there may be some romantic feelings between them that hadn't been there before, or had they? the new year test this revelation

wordcount: 1.8k

Andy and Gina stood in the hallways of North High, the two chatting to each other about school and just random things.

"I'm gonna go to go powder my nose, you okay alone?" Gina asked - with quotation marks around 'powder her nose - and Andy nodded her head.

"Its fine, I'm a big girl. I think the toilets are like halfway across the school though," she said, pointing at a map on the wall.

"Well then I'll have to run fast, be back soon," she said as she walked off, trying to stay casual.

She stood there awkwardly in the middle of the hallway, looking around the place as she thought for a second.

For the first time in a while, the whole world was just silent and she didn't have to think about anything.

Interrupting her thoughts of nothingness was the loud sound of footsteps and Andy looked up to see someone from North High walking towards her. Now really wasn't a good time for Gina to dissappear.

The boy stopped, a smile on his face, "Haven't seen you before," he said, his face contorting into a smirk

She couldn't believe that she was going to get hit on by some random boy. She looked around, trying to see if anyone else was around but she was alone.

Andy nodded her head awkwardly, "I am super new here," she explained, trying to keep cool.

"Whats your name?" The boy asked, clearly wanting more than to know why she was standing in the hallway.

"Diane," she said, remembering Ashlyns story from earlier.

"Wow, thats actually my great aunts name," he said, trying to be cool in front of her.

"Amazing story, it's like everyone called Diane knows each other," Andy said and the boy looked a bit shocked at the sarcasm.

"Can I get your snap, or-" he started, walking closer to Andy.

But he was cut off by EJ as he walked up to Andy, his jaw was clenched and he looked annoyed, "Hey babe,"

He wrapped an arm around Andys shoulders, pulling her in and she leaned into his touch, glad he was here.

"Babe," she said and he placed two fingers under her chin, pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

The boy in front of them looked confused, watching as EJ looked at him with a smug smile, wiping the lipstick from his lips.

Andy just melted into EJ, her heart still pounding from that kiss as she put on a fake smile, "It's so good you're here babe," she said.

"And that's my cue," the other boy said with disappointment, walking away from the couple.

EJ hd a smug smile, glad that the boy knew who Andy was with, he went to pull away but she grabbed his bicep.

"Don't, you let go of me and my legs will give way," she said with a chuckle, looking into his eyes.

He smirked, "Really, the kiss did that to you?" He asked, reaching over and pushing a hair behind her ear.

Ever since that boy had left, he had this smug look on his face.

She had never taken him as one to be easily jealous but if this was how he reacted whenever someone hit on her, she liked it.

She hummed in response, "No, maybe you should try again," she suggested and he just laughed.

EJ placed a hand on her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss. As they slowly backed up, she leaned against the wall as his hands caged her in.

Her hands ran through his hair, the two pulling away slightly for air. He held onto her hips as they continued to kiss, his lips trailing down her jaw and her neck.

He had never felt this way, not with Nini. Andy made him feel whole, like a part of him was missing and had come home.

Andy leaned her head against the wall – she couldn't believe her first make out was at North High.

She made a noise that she didn't know she could even make, one that her brain then registered as a moan, and her cheeks lit up.

He looked up at her, the biggest smirk on his face. She had her head turned away from him, embarrassed and wanting to die.

EJ lifted his hand up to cup her cheek, forcing her to look at him. When she saw the proud look on his face, all the embarrassment washed away.

She leaned back in for a kiss, feeling his tongue slip between her lips and she forgot all about her humiliation from a moment ago; she knew she never had to be embarrassed in front of him.

Gina walked back from the bathroom after finally finding her way back when she saw someone had Andy pressed up against a wall – she recognised Andys red and black floral shirt.

"Hey! Get off of her!" Gina yelled as she ran up to her before realising it was EJ, "Oh my god!"

She gasped as she saw EJ pulled away from her with wide eyes, forgetting where they were or what was going on.

She had not expected it to be him and was shocked but she also had always seen them eventually getting together.

"You two are dating! Or do you just make out in every hallway?" Gina asked with a smirk and the couple looked at each other confused. 

EJ looked at Andy, the teenagers staring at Gina as if they had just been caught by an adult.

"Yes, just, don't tell anyone yet," Andy said, taking EJs hand, "We just want to try this out before the whole drama club gets involved,"

Gina nodded her head, understanding their reasoning, "I won't, but that hickey may say otherwise," she said with a smirk.

Andy gasped, looking over at EJ with an accusatory glare, "You didn't!" She exclaimed.

He pulled her hair back slightly, looking at the emerging bruise on her collarbone with a smirk, "At least that North High boy will know you're mine,"

"Okay, gross," Gina said before thinking for a second, "Just wear your flannel, it will hide it,"

"But its for style effect," she said as she gestured to the flannel shirt tied around her waist.

"It doesn't matter," she said before realising something. "Wait, EJ, what are you even doing here?"

"Well, I felt bad that the two of you were stuck out here so I thought I'd visit," he explained, pressing a kiss to Andys hair.

"God, you two are way too cute. I can't believe I didn't notice," Gina said, smiling at her two friends.

They got a text to come to their costume area and the three rushed over, Andy pulling her flannel shirt over her shoulder.

They walked in on Lily and Carlos fighting over whether they stole the mask or not.

"Maybe you should stick to your precious high school musical and stick to the stuff you know," Lily said and Andy scoffed.

She rolled her sleeves up, bracing herself for a fight. EJ reached down, grabbing her hand and stopping her.

He was not the only person in the school who had heard of her aggressive streak in the skating community.

"Lets wait for the Menkies and we'll see who's in what league then," Ricky said and Lily sighed.

"Or we could find out now," she suggested and everyone looked at her confused, "We challenge you to a good old fashioned dance off,"

"Really? A dance off? Why don't we just take you in a good old fashioned fist fight?" Andy suggested.

Ricky looked back at her, when they were skating, she had a reputation and nobody crossed her.

He shook his head. He knew the situations they had gotten themselves into there and it wouldn't be a good look if she broke Lilys nose - or a rib like that other guy.

Lily ignored her, "We'll see which school has what it takes. No costumes, no makeup, no fist fights, just talent,"

They tried to say no but then Lily dissed Miss Jenn and Ashlyn so they had to step in.

"Nobody out Belles, our Belle, we'll do it," Andy said and Lily smirked.

"Ten minute warm up, then we settle this, street style - well, my version, not yours," Lily said before walking off with her crew.

"I swear I'm going to knock her teeth out," Andy said as she turned to look at the group, all of them agreeing on their dislike for North High.

After a warm up, they randomised and sonf and relieved 'the mob song' and performed a killer routine.

But at the end, Ashlyn nearly fell off of the crazily elaborate stage that they had but Antoine saved her, Big Red looking at him annoyed.

Afterwards, they left with defeat, "For the record, we won," Lily said, chasing them out of the door.

"Just because someone almost fell?" Challenged Gina.

"Yeah, did you see Gina's moves. No way you beat that," Kourtney said, stepping in to defend her.

"Its fine, let her say they won. This dance off doesn't matter. The Menkies matter and we have something you don't have, the Rose Song," Carlos said.

Lily just chuckled, "You can't use that because it is altering the original menken text," she explained.

"Why don't we just do it and take the risk?" Nini suggested.

"And let them win? EJ, is there some kind of sports metaphor for this?" Carlos asked.

Everyone turned to look at him and he didn't have an answer, everyone growling about how EJ failed.

Andy placed a hand on his shoulder, Lily eyeing them from where she was standing as she spotted the hickey - now it was obvious to her what was going on.

"I mean, if didn't really fit in the show anyway,' Ricky said and Nini looked shocked before walking off.

"Run off, classic East High," Lily muttered under her breath and Andy walked up to her, hands balled in a fist.

"You wanna say that louder or are you too much of a coward to do so," she said and Lilys smirk faltered but she kept up the act.

"Nope, come on," EJ said, slinging Andy over his shoulder before they started walking off.

"Let your little boyfriend take you away, he's too scared you'll get beat," Lily said, watching them as they went off, trying to taunt them as much as possible.

"Let me go Eej, I'm gonna pummel her," she said, hitting her hands on his back as he effortlessly carried her out of school.

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[trippygalaxy]

I thought about keeping this in a comment but it got too long, So I'm using this instead.

Warning my friend this is rambling and it's very much how I think. You may find that this doesn't work for you.

Wars and Legend being on stage rivals. Both 'singing over' eachother (its planned but doesn't look it to the audience), making faces at eachother when backs are turned and then acting like nothing happened-- both are 'stubborn' and dramatic on stage to make it seem like they have a rivalry going on

I enjoy friendly rivalries, they can be really fun to read. Especially if you balance them right. The main things to consider is how far the joke gets. And how they react offstage afterwards. And, How extra the reactions are.

Say, they have a song that is designed for the voices to alternate between the group as it progresses. Legend and Warriors have a chorus each. Instead of splitting them, they might alternate over the chorus to make it seem like they are battling for top sound.

If I was writing it, here's what it may look like.

For example (For obvious reasons I'm running from very minimal stage information - And I've got it as the only people who dont know about this fake rivalry are the crowd themselves.)

With a flick of his hair. Legend stepped forward, a glint in his eye as he continued the song. His voice now the prominent one over the speakers as the crowd cheered. This was all planned, of course, This part of the song was always his. But the crowd didn't need to know that. Placing a hand to his chest, Warriors raised an eyebrow. Not skipping a beat as he too stepped forward. Walking around Sky to reach the front of the stage where Legend stood, making a point to place a foot in front of him as he overtook the primary vocals once again.

I dont know if that helps but let me run through it.

First, Legend. He's done something small, pushed himself to the centre of attention taking it from warriors and received a reaction.

Warriors reacted, with something again small, then moved up and continued.

Think of it like you hear about friend groups who can mercilessly flame each other but joke about it afterwards. It's kinda like that for this. Or even, siblings! As cliche as it is to think of them as siblings sometimes using brotherly shenanigans does work!

It helps if you've got your own personal example, but if not you can defo find references to a lot of these things around.

Offstage after this could look something like this. (Again no experience with backstage shenanigans but it shows the general idea of how the onstage and off-stage differ.)

"I can't believe you guys have managed to keep that up for so long!" Wind smiled as he took Legends base from him. Placing it a ways off on one of his base stands. "Well, we all know the crowd just eats up a friendly rivalry, right ledge?" He smiled, taking a bottle from twilight before opening it, and downing its contents. "Totally." The basest smiled sending a friendly punch to the singer's shoulder and he stood beside him "But stepping in front of me? The crowd'll be eating that up for weeks." "After the way you flicked your hair at me, it was deserved." He laughed, "If you're not careful they'll start calling you pretty boy!" He flicked his hand towards Legend with a smile plastered across his face. "They already do thank you very much!" Looking around for a small bottle of hand cream, which he applied. Massaging his hands as he leaned against a wall. Thinking for a moment his eyes glanced across the rest of the band. "You want to try something in one of Sky's sets next time?" "In Skyward serenade?" The singer thought about it for a moment before looking over to the man in question. "We'd have to ask him first. It's got a different vibe to it."

That was longer than I thought whoops.

Hopefully, you can see the way it changes. The best way to show a difference in character like this is by highlighting them that feel natural. These two are just bouncing off each other differently onstage vs off stage.

I love writing for Lu mainly because it's just a bunch of siblings and there are loads of different sibling dynamics that you can work with.

I've been trying to think of it in a list and here's what I've come up with just to get down in your head before you start.

What's happening?

real/fake

main dynamic - Siblings, friends ect

individual character dynamics - stubborn vs nice ect.

So with this

Onstage rivalry

fake(l) + fake(w)

siblings

stubborn vs stubborn (So reactions are the same)

It changes if your character dynamics are opposing. If you had said Legend and Sky doing something like this it might be a little more real because Sky might take some of the things being done onstage to be heart.

Where warriors is the one to step in front of Ledge. If Ledge stood in front of Sky, he might get upset.

Does this make sense? I hope so. Cause now im rambling haha

oop it's 1.50am My bad lmao. Worth it tho.

ANYWAY

This was way longer than I intended, but I Hope this helps! :D

Send questions my way if you've got any. I'll clarify if you want it :)

TJANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!!!

This is amazingly detailed and very educational!!!! Thank you sosososososo much!!!! I really cant Express how grateful i am!!! You’re amazing major! Thank you again!!

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Against All Odds

Part 763

Leah

Leah sat as close as she could move her chair next to Robbie. The thought that they would be apart again in a short time was beginning to grow in the back of her mind. She tried to ignore it, but it was there nonetheless.

A small tickle on her neck behind her ear made Leah twitch in her chair. Robbie was deliberately not looking at her, trying to hide a grin. His arm had slowly made its way across the back of her chair, and his fingers were retreating, moving her hair just slightly. Leah swatted her hand playfully at his leg.

“Stop that,” she whispered.

“Stop what?” Robbie asked, all fake innocence.

Leah rolled her eyes, but smiled at him.

“Ye like it,” Robbie grinned.

“How is the house?” Leah asked Francine, pointedly turning from Robbie. “Have you got it all back the way you want it?”

“Oh my,” Francine startled slightly and looked at Leah. “Aye, for the most part. Of course it’s not the same furniture, but a sofa is a sofa after all. And I’m sure once the lads come back it will really feel like it used to.”

Leah slipped her hand over and found Robbie’s fingers.

“Though I suppose ye won’t be there long,” Francine said, turning to Scotty across the table. “Ye’ll be off and married and heading for the stars quick as ye can.”

Scotty began to color and tried to get a reply out to his mother.

“He’ll be closer for a few years yet Francine,”

Granddad said before Scotty could say anything. “It’s a much shorter flight from San Francisco. He can come for weekend visits. Aye lad?”

“Of course,” Scotty finally got out.

“Both of ye,” Granddad said and looked at Leonard.

“I look forward to it,” Leonard said with a big smile.

“What is it?” Leah leaned close to Robbie and whispered in his ear. He had a strange sadness around his eyes. He looked at Leah and tried to smile. She squeezed his hand tighter.

“Just… things change. We’ll all move on in a few months and everything will be different.”

“Not everything,” Leah said. “We’ll still have each other.”

“Aye,” Robbie agreed. “But ye know what I mean.”

“I know,” Leah soothed.

They looked at each other for another quiet moment. Leah leaned in first but Robbie was quick to mirror her movement and their mouths met. Leah’s heart was trying to beat out of her chest. Their first kiss in a public setting! Robbie’s face was flushed when they moved apart.

“Gross,” Leonard called from up the table.

“Len!” Scotty said reproachfully.

“Like we aren’t all tired of you two making out,” Leah retorted. She leaned over and placed another quick peck on Robbie’s cheek.

“I’m going to have nightmares,” Leonard rolled his eyes.

“Children!” Eleanor admonished before Leah could say anything else. The queen was smiling though. She knew her son and daughter too well.

“Fine. Sorry Mother,” Leonard said.

“Though Leah has a point,” Eleanor told Leonard as her eyes twinkled with mirth.

“What!” Leonard’s face mixed with surprise and anger.

“I think we’ve all seen plenty of you two and your affections for each other,” Eleanor said.

“Oh! And where do you think we learned that?” McCoy raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly from the queen to the king.

Eleanor laughed and even David smiled as he reached to take his wife’s hand.

“If that’s what you’ve learned, then I’m happy,” Eleanor replied.

“I think we’re all happy about that,” Francine added softly.

“Aye,” Granddad agreed firmly.

Leah and Robbie, Leonard and Scotty all looked at each other and found they had all colored slightly at the words said about them.

Part 764

Scotty

As the fireworks began, all the students, teachers, and visitors made their way outside. Scotty stood next to Leonard, who was shivering in the dark of the evening, and he snuggled close to him. Their fingers were intertwined and they both looked up at the sky in fascination as the first lights illuminated it.

It was a beautiful sight. And Scotty couldn't help but smile. Despite all the stress Leonard and he had been under lately, they were now standing here under the canopy of the sky lit up by bright colors. They were together. They were happy.

Scotty's gaze slid over to the rest of their families.

David was standing close to Eleanor, his arm around her. The queen pressed herself tightly against her husband and smiled contentedly.

Francine and Alasdair stood to their left. Both looked pleased and Scotty was very sure they had enjoyed the school's anniversary. The Scotsman was very pleased that the two had gotten some diversion from their daily lives. They rarely traveled or left Earth.

Scotty's gaze continued to wander to Robbie and Leah. He still found it hard to believe that the two of them had finally come out in the open about their relationship. It was a big step, but Scotty was sure they would find their way together. After all, no one made his little brother as happy as the princess. They simply belonged together.

Just like he and Leonard did.

"Are you okay?"

His fiancé's voice made him look up and he nodded with a smile before resting his head on Leonard's shoulder.

"Aye. It's all perfect."

They had earned this. Everything.

The twinkling stars, the colorful fireworks, the love and bliss.

After all that had happened to them, this moment of joy should belong to them.

It was hard to say goodbye. Scotty felt his mother's arms wrapped tightly around him and Robbie, almost up to the point where he couldn't breathe. Still, he didn't say anything. He knew that Francine needed this moment.

"I love ye two so much. And I'm so, so proud of ye."

Their mother's voice was a soft whisper and Scotty could hear that she was on the brink of crying.

"Aye, mum. We love ye too," Robbie got out and Scotty nodded in agreement.

When their mother eventually released them, she smiled at both of her boys, then nodded, wiping at her wet eyes, and made space for Granddad.

The elderly man placed a hand on each of the lads' shoulders and squeezed them gently.

"Take care of yerselves, will ye?"

His grandsons both nodded in reply.

"Aye, of course."

"Aye."

Alasdair, looking satisfied with that answer, pulled Scotty and Robbie in for a hug, then moved on to Leonard.

Scotty watched his family say goodbye to his fiancé, but his eyes quickly fell onto Robbie and Leah.

The two of them held each other tightly and Robbie ran a hand through his girlfriend's hair. It was so hard to look at the scene. To think that they'd have to part once again... at least they had enjoyed a few hours close together.

Scotty took a look around. Everyone was waving while their loved ones left, family after family.

And, strange as it seemed, the next day everything would be back to normal again.