#I'm sorry but the prop in this scene sent me I had to gif it

[thequantumranger]

Benny Loves You (2019)

#benny loves you #horroredit #filmedit #horror #movies #mine:horror #mine #/ flashing gif #I'm sorry but the prop in this scene sent me I had to gif it

[cerezzzita]

🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Sugarcoating ✦ 3Dante x Fem!Reader

⌕ summary: Dante purposes that you two should kiss, and is not a big deal. After all, friends does this, too.

notes: to start the month with some goodies, let's have some smoochies! (Jesus Christ, why am I like that) hello y'all, how's it going? so, yeah, was feeling in the mood for writing a kiss/making-out scene and, well, no one better than Dante, right? right! in advance, I apologize because I tend to suck at kiss scenes and so so sooo sorry for the end being sorta turn-off. really, i was just excited to post it already after the feedback I had with the sneak peak. anyways, enjoy the reading!

♡ word count: 970

♡ tags: fem!reader, no use of pronouns (you/yours only), no description of reader's appearance, use of pet names, kissing, making-out, slightly suggestive but nothing explicit (it got hottie hottie at some point, i think), Dante tastes as strawberry and vanilla because I said so, 3Dante my beloved bf and mentions of friends with benefits.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

"What if we kissed?"

Your irises, focused before on the vast pages of the magazine, took an interested route to the owner of the question. Usually sitting with his feet up on the shop's wooden table, Dante's heavenly eyes gazed at you, curiously, brow arched and a wolfish grin summoned to his lips.

"What?" Your voice had come up with a high pitch.

"You heard me, angelcake," now the jovial Devil Hunter propped his chin on one hand, blinking both eyes with a certain air of grace. "You're a babe, I'm a hot stuff; I only see the pros." Dante shrugged as he finished his sentence.

Your reply was a short, airy laugh. Closing the random magazine in your hands, you adjusted your body on the sofa that was in front of Dante's desk, with your legs duly intertwined and, smiling a little, imitated the chin placed in the palm.

"Until yesterday, we were just friends considering — in your words — your bad luck with the ladies."

"Bingo," he snapped his fingers, not avoiding his turn to chuckle, "However, you are one of the few ladies to have ever shot me in the forehead."

"Really? Because the way you piss me off sometimes…"

"Ouch, baby, it's part of my charm. Anyway, what if we really kissed?" This time, Dante's inquiry came with an edge of seriousness, and you engaged in debate with your train of thought and the stations through which it passed.

Okay, Dante was eye candy without a doubt. Dangerously attractive and even if inconvenient in certain situations, you had to admit that he had an undeniable charisma and a generous heart.

Maybe he was also nice to kiss.

So why not?

It wasn't like the friendship between the two of you was going to end or wither because of a mere silly kiss…

You cleared your throat and rose from the sofa, tracing steps towards Dante, who was now smirking like he was the Cheshire Cat incarnate. Gone was all shyness and hesitation from the moment you walked around the table and placed yourself on the Devil Hunter's lap and wrapped your arms around his firm neck; cheeky, he let out a low chuckle of contentment.

"Is that a yes?" Dante's hands snaked stealthily up to grip your waist, an act that sent a rush of heat and shivers through you, and he felt it all too well, so much that his fingers began to caress your skin.

"Let's see if it is," determined, you calmly moved your face closer to Dante's until you felt the subtle brush of the tips of your noses and the warm breath against yours.

Quietly, you initiate the kiss. Sparda's handsome son made a sound akin to a pleasurable growl, moving his hands to your back and then lowering them to your thighs. You sighed. Until then, the movement of your lips had been carried out slowly and without much haste.

As if it were the beginning of a tasting.

Your fingers unconsciously tangled in the pale silk strands that were Dante's hair, he seemed to enjoy the touch. His lips were like velvet, a certain strawberry and vanilla flavor that when fused with the soft texture of his mouth, made you want more.

Dante, with some efficiency, had taken a slow nibble on your lower lip. The sensation was beneficial enough that your mouth opened, accompanied by a low, surprised moan, and then his smooth tongue darted in and involved with yours. Once a simple kiss, now it became hungry and voluptuous.

The half-demon greedily squeezed your thighs, grinning as another groan came from you; Dante stiffened and shivered as the scrape of your nail tips traveled down the back of his neck. He groaned too and then led the grips down to your ass, having the audacity to even give it a silent pat there.

You gasped from the lack of air and Dante's fiery acts that made your insides crackle like you were on fire. As you gasped, your mouths peeled off.

"Dante…" your bashful sigh brought another grunt of delight from the young Devil Hunter who was now finding refuge for his fervent mouth on the skin of your neck, gifting the curve with soft nips and lazy licks. "D-Dante…"

"Aw, baby…" you heard him suck in air through his teeth before giving you another lick, Dante was so caught up in the moment as you were that he started babbling disjointedly, "... Just like I imagined, you're sweet as hell, just the way I imagined it... So sweet, so delicious..."

His voice, husky and sly, made your muscles quiver and instinctively your thighs clenched together. Dante looked up and saw your irises hidden by your lashes and your head tilted back with brows positively twitching. He laughed, his eyes now blue like hellish flames and luscious.

You looked at him with half-closed eyelids and silently, flattening your hands on Dante's firm, strong chest. Much to your glee, he gave you a satisfied 'ooh'.

"Dante…"

"Yeah?"

Again, you sighed, more calmly than a few minutes ago.

"I…" you bit your lip, feeling abruptly self-conscious at the way Dante's ice blue colored orbs roamed over your figure. Worth mentioning, the young son of Sparda's hands were still placed on your ass. "Hm…"

"Lost your tongue all of a sudden, angel?"

"Hm, maybe she's still tangled up in yours," you shrugged, putting on a petit smile.

"Naughty," Dante chuckled, "Want to see if she's really tangled up in mine?"

"Now that you mention it, I do."

On this specific time, it was the half-demon who had kissed you passionately, with you again moaning in delight as you savoured his sweet tongue inside your mouth. You both smiled over each other's lips.

If your friendship continued sugarcoated like that, so be it.

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[princessofanarchy]

hi! this is honestly my first fanfic ever so i know there's maybe a few things I'm not doing right. i'm fully open to feedback and suggestions to improve. hope y'all like it ;)

You, the reader, and Gojo Satoru were in what everyone would consider a great relationship. That is, until he broke up with you, citing his desire to keep you safe from the threats of the world that he was a part of. He was thorough in his separation from you, so thorough that, had you wanted to reach out to him when you found out you were pregnant, you would not have been able to.

Now, three years later, you've moved out to a quiet village near the sea on Okinawa Island where you've been raising your son as a single mother. You've resigned yourself to only worrying about your son's paternity when he becomes old enough to question it, and you've convinced yourself that you're completely over the blue eyed bastard.

One day, you're out, strolling the beach with your son propped on your hip. You're enjoying the peaceful scene, indulging in your son's fascination of the seaside. His is the kind of fascination that can only come from experiencing something novel. It's the last place you expect to lock eyes on Satoru after the wind sent your wide brimmed hat flying his way and landing at his feet.

Your grip on your son tightens and you unconsciously hold his head to your chest, hiding his face and the azure blue eyes that are exactly like the ones you're looking at now. You can't which of you is more in shock over the encounter. You stare at each other for a few moments too long, but you're the first to speak.

"Can you……pass me that hat?" You ask politely. That seems to snap him out of it, and he picks the hat up and dusts it off before handing it to you.

"Thank you." You place the hat on your head, still holding your squirming son to your chest, and turn away quickly.

"Wait!"

You freeze. Your heart jackhammers in your chest. You hear the sand shift beneath his feet as he approaches you.

"Could you turn around, please?" He asks softly. You hesitate.

"M-mama!" The toddler in your arms whimpers frustratedly as he tries to wiggle from your uncomfortably tight grip. Your stomach drops when you realise that you might have been hurting him and you loosen your grip quickly and place a kisses on his forehead and cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby. Mommy's sorry." You coo at him softly.

"Y/N?" Satoru calls out to you in a low voice from behind. His tone is unreadable. You consider, briefly, making a mad dash away from him. For some reason the desire to hide your son away from him has seized every fibre of your being. But you know damn well how futile that would be against Gojo Satoru, and it would only make him suspicious.

You turn slowly to face him, carefully hiding your son's face, and look up, into the eyes of the man that you weren't counting on seeing again anytime soon.

"Satoru. It's been a while." His name sounds foreign on your tongue, after not speaking it for almost three years. His eyes soften as he takes in your face. The expression makes your heart stutter.

"Yeah……it sure has been." He rubs the back of his head, a nervous trait of his. "You look, well."

"So do you." You respond evenly, as you wonder how you'll manage to get out of the interaction, hoping those damned eyes of his don't pick up on what you're trying to hide. You should have known better though, because when his eyes move from your face to the child in your arms, you knew that he had known from the moment your first locked eyes. His gaze travels back to your face, and he arches a snowy white brow. You press your lips together, not wanting to verbally confirm the obvious, and you both fall into a silent staring contest that  lasts a few brief moments before he sighs deeply.

"Can I hold him?"

The immediate answer than springs to your tongue is a resounding 'No'. And right on its heels are all the things you wanted to scream at him when he left broken and abandoned three years ago. He sees it on your face, the myriad of feelings, the supressed hurt and anger.

"There's a lot of things we have to talk about." He says. "And we will, I promise. But for now, can I just -"

His words taper off as the child in your arms turns and looks at him curiously. You're watching Satoru's face the entire time. You see his breath catch. You see the shock in his eyes. Then you see something that wasn't there when he broke your heart; regret. Anger blooms within your chest.

"My house isn't too far from the beach." You hear yourself say, before you turn and walk away.

Satoru watches your retreating back for a moment before taking one step, then another, before he begins walking after you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #fanfic #writers on tumblr

[softspaceboibrian]

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson || Chapter 3

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: is this a date?

Warnings: swear words; mutual pining, like a lot; Steve being a douche, again (I'm sorry, but he's overprotective of his BFFs). just a lot of fluff and bad writing, as always!

WC: 4829 (I was finally able to write something shorter!! yey me!)

A/N: Thank you again to everyone for the support! i love you all so much <3 just remember to comment or write me a message if you want to be added to the taglist!! Also, look at those puppy eyes in the gif!!

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It was five minutes before the last bell of the day when Eddie walked out of the school. He hated being stuck in the corridors with all those people, so he always found an excuse to leave class early, so he had enough time to go and collect his stuff from his locker and then go outside, maybe even get going if he had a deal to make. But that day, when he walked out of the main entrance, he was surprised to see a familiar figure sitting on the stairs outside, with a book in her hands. She almost looked angelic right then, with the sunlight washing over her, the gentle breeze of early spring slightly moving her hair. Think of a scene out of a movie, the one where the main character sees the love interest, and time seems to slow down. It felt exactly like that. So much that he wasn’t even sure he wanted to disturb her.

“Y/N?” He called out her name. When she turned around and realised who it was, she smiled, and Eddie was taken aback for a moment. “What are you doing here?”

She waited for him to come and take a seat next to her. “I refused to vivisect a frog during science.” She replied, putting a bookmark in between the pages she was just reading.

“You were kicked out of class?!” He looked sincerely shocked.

She chuckled and shook her head. “No, I was excused!”

“How is that possible? If I refused to do something in class, I would probably be sent to the principle straight away.” He leaned backwards, propping his elbows on the step right above and kicking his head back.

She turned slightly towards him, crossing her legs. “Well, for starters, I have one of the highest GPAs of the entire school.”

“Are you saying they would treat me differently if I had higher grades?”

“Well, I don’t know, but it’s possible.” She sighed. “But I think that the biggest thing was that I explained my reasoning behind my decision. Meaning, I explained why I didn’t feel comfortable putting a knife in a frog, despite the animal being already dead.”

“I never really cared about frogs; you know? That’s probably why I liked that activity.”

“Well, I care about frogs. Frogs and all other animals.” She explained. And Eddie found comfort in her love for all creatures.

There were a few moments of silence, Y/N toying with the laces of her forest green Chuck Taylors, and Eddie simply trying not the stare at her hands, her hair, or at her in general. He thought about taking out a cigarette and lighting it, but imagined she didn’t like the smell, maybe she was even bothered by it, so he thought it better to just resist the urge. You know, for her.

“We should probably move from here.” She broke the silence after a few moments. “The bell is going to ring any moment now and I wouldn’t want us to get walked over by everyone.” She stood up from her spot, putting her backpack on her shoulders, and then putting out a hand as a way of helping him get up.

He stared at her for a second, before taking her hand and pulling himself up. However, neither of them had taken into consideration how close together their feet were, so when Eddie stood up, he literally crashed into her, making her stumble backwards. “I got you.” He said almost under his breath, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her back closer to himself. Useless to say that Eddie didn’t want to let her go ever again. Being so close to her made his heart thump, and he didn’t feel comfortable with that sensation, but still, from this close he could smell the perfume she put on every morning. Creep, he told himself, trying to force his own hands to let go of her, but unable to do so.

On her part, Y/N didn’t mind the closeness at all. Actually, she enjoyed the warmth that radiated from his body, from his hands on her hips, and almost wished the bell wouldn’t ring, so that they could stay like that forever. But that moment, which felt like minutes long, was abruptly interrupted by the odious bell, echoing from inside the building. Without thinking, Eddie grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her away from the stairs, already hearing the buzz of teenagers ready to go home.

“So,” Eddie said, as he stopped somewhere far from the river of students pushing and yelling to get away from that place. “Why did you want me to meet you here?”

Y/N looked at him, a soft, almost embarrassed smile forming on her lips, as her cheeks slowly turned pink. “I just… wanted to spend a bit more time with you.” Eddie couldn’t help but stare into her eyes, unable to look away. She wanted to spend time with him. “I mean, I was going to use the English assignment as an excuse, but we could also work on the D&D story, if you prefer. Or we could just… talk. Maybe eat something, watch a movie…” Was she asking him out on a date? Was that a date? Or just an afternoon between friends? “I mean if you want… I didn’t even ask you if you were free.”

“I was supposed to meet with my friends.” He really did have band practice that afternoon.

“Fuck, sorry.” She immediately said, taking a step back a looking away. “Ehm… we, we could do this another time, if you want. I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry.” He chuckled, taking a step towards her. “But don’t worry. I had already cancelled.” No, he didn’t. But his mates would understand, right? “I’m free.” She looked at him, waiting for him to say more, as if she needed him to say it out loud to be 100% sure. “We could go to my place.” The smile that formed on her lips was the best reward. Fuck, he thought, I need to stay calm or else I’m going to fuck it up.

Eddie was ready to grab her hand and take her to his car, to get going, but they both heard a familiar voice. “Dude!” They turned around and noticed Robin jogging towards them, followed by someone else. “You did the right thing by leaving the class. I almost threw up at one point!” She laughed. “Hey, Munson!” She smiled at Eddie.

“Buckley” He replied with a quick smile. A smile that faded just as quickly as it had appeared when he realised who was following Robin.

“Y/N, are you ready to go?” Steve Harrington took off his sunglasses and Eddie immediately felt the same urge he had felt until the previous year: the urge to punch him in the face.

“Actually,” Y/N looked at Eddie, then Robin, and finally Steve. “I’m not coming with you today.”

“Is your mom picking you up? I thought I saw your brother leaving on his bike.” Steve hang his glasses on the collar of his t-shirt.

Y/N took a deep breath, as she already knew how he was going to react. “No, Steve.” She shook her head. “I’m leaving with Eddie.”

“What? Why?”

“We’re going… out.” She said, not really sure what to say.

“But you always go out with me and Robin when we have a free afternoon.” He almost whined. Why was he acting like this?

Y/N looked at him for a few seconds, confused. “And? That doesn’t mean it’s mandatory or anything. I like going out with you. But today I want to go out with Eddie.” Eddie’s heart leaped at that sentence. Did you hear that? She wants to spend time with me.

After a few moments of silence, Steve walked up to her and took her by the wrist, pulling her away. Eddie was so ready to throw himself at him, to stop him, but thought it better to just let them talk. “What kind of game are you playing here, Y/N? Huh? You can’t go out with him.”

“Why? Is there some kind of law that prohibits me from doing it? I don’t think so.” Even though she tried to keep her voice as quiet and as low as possible, Eddie could still hear everything they said.

“Y/N, you don’t get it, do you? He’s not a good person.”

“Fuck you, Steve! You’re not my mom. Actually, my mom likes Eddie, so I think that means it’s not a problem to her if I go on a date with him.” A date? Eddie was shocked, just like all the others present. So, that was a date!

“A date? Really?” Steve was now raising his voice, no longer caring whether Eddie Munson could hear them.

“Yes, a date.” And as she said that she could feel warmth raising to her cheeks, knowing full well Eddie was looking at her. They hadn’t said anything about a date, and she hope, she truly hoped he was okay with it. “So, now, if you’ll excuse me, you’re making me late to my date.” With that being said, she freed herself from Steve’s hold and walked back towards Eddie and Robin. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” She said to her best friend. And as she nodded back to her with a smile, she grabbed the raven-haired boy’s hand and walked away.

Eddie simply followed her. A part of him wanted to stop her right there, in the middle of the car park, and kiss her, but he didn’t. He just walked beside her, squeezing her hand just to let her know he was with her. When they reached his car, neither of them said anything. They just got in and sat there for a moment.

She was the one to break the silence, eventually. “I’m sorry about that.” Her voice came out almost as a whisper, and when Eddie turned to look at her, he realised her eyes were now glossy. “I truly am sorry. I hate him when he acts like this.”

Eddie reached out his hand, placing it gently on hers. “Don’t worry, I’m used to it. At least once a day I hear people calling me a freak, or making fun of me and stuff. So, I’m used to it.”

“But it’s not right.” She whispered, closing her eyes. “You shouldn’t be used to it.”

“Don’t worry, okay? It doesn’t hurt me anymore.” He smiled softly, trying to get her attention by briefly squeezing her hand. “Hey, I’m okay.”

“But I’m not.” She still wouldn’t look at him. “I’m not okay with it. I know I can’t do much about other people, but Steve is supposed to be my best friend, for fuck’s sake. He should support me! So, if I like you, he should at least try to like you as well, right?”

“He obviously doesn’t like me. And I can’t blame him, because I don’t like him either.” It was only then that she finally turned her head to him. “I mean, look at me and look at him. We’re polar opposites. He was on the basketball team, while I played D&D in a room in the basement. He had girls all over him, while I barely have friends. He probably listens to Duran Duran and Bon Jovi, while I love Dio and Metallica.” He chuckled. “You know, I’m surprised you would even want to go out with me instead of going out with someone like him.”

“Why is it so hard to believe I may like you?” Her voice was still soft, a whisper. “Why can’t I just go out with whomever I want?”

“Oh, princess, you can go out with anyone you like, really. And if that someone ends up being me, then I’ll be the luckiest motherfucker in Hawkins.” He smiled, one hand still holding hers, while the other found its way to her cheek, stroking it ever so gently. His eyes stared into hers as she melted into his touch. And right there he swore he could drown in those eyes, he could live like that, if she only gave him the chance. “Should we go to my place?”

Eddie’s voice was so calm and soft, his smile gentle. Y/N felt the urge to throw her arms around him, to pulling him close and just lay her head on his chest. But she didn’t. She simply nodded, laying her back against the leather seat. However, she did not let go of his hand, holding it tight, and hoping Eddie would not let go as well. And so it was: Eddie drove for most of the time with only one hand on the wheel, and if he needed to also used his other hand, he would then put it immediately back on hers.

Neither of them said much on the drive to his place, finding comfort in the silence, in the sounds of the car’s engine and the nature around them. Eddie would never admit it, but he had always hated silence. He hated being left alone with his thoughts for too long. Which is weird, since he geneally spent most of his time outside of school by himself. Not by choice, obviously, but he was alone most of the time. That’s why he spent so much time listening to music and trying to learn how to play new songs on his beloved guitar. Like Master of Puppets by Metallica. It had just come out a couple of weeks before and he had already listened to that tape for who knows how many times. But with Y/N it was different, it was a different kind of silence. He enjoyed that kind of silence. That was probably why he was disappointed to see the trailer park appear in the distance. He entered the park and pulled up in front of his own trailer. Well, his uncle’s. And in that exact moment he started regretting inviting her over. What was she going to think? She lived in a beautiful home and he lived in a trailer with his uncle. As soon as they got out of the car, Eddie sprinted towards the door, trying to see if it was okay to let her in. It wasn’t a tidy place. He wasn’t a tidy person. But it could have been worse.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He said, opening the door and moving to the side to let her in. “I know it’s not the best, but… it’s home.”

Y/N looked around briefly, a smile on her lips. “It’s nice. Cosy.” She said, turning to look at him.

“You don’t have to say that. I know it’s terrible-”

“I’m not just saying it.” She interrupted him. “I truly think it’s nice!” She walked past him, still looking around the space. "When I was young, I remember I wanted to live in an RV.” Eddie chuckled at the idea of a small Y/N telling her parents she wanted to live in an RV. “I thought it was so cool, you had everything you need, no stairs, no great distances between your bedroom and the kitchen. And the coolest part was obviously the fact that it wasn’t permanent.” She laughed. “I was so excited at the idea of moving around the country, and not only during summer vacations. If one day I woke up and decided I wanted to wake up the next morning in front of the sea, I could have just moved to the seaside and parked my house on the beach.” She eventually turned back to face him and blushed when she realised that he was looking at her like that. “Sadly, we never even spent a week in an RV. My parents hated the idea. Then, when it was just my mom, she even stopped wanting to go away from Hawkins for a couple of days.”

“Well, now you can come over here whenever you want and pretend you are in and RV.” Eddie laughed, as he walked closer to her. Fuck. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so bad. He wanted to put his hands on either side of her face and pull her in. He wanted to press his lips on hers. He didn’t need an aggressive kiss, like one from those scenes in movies where the lovers finally realise that they are meant for each other, so they run to one another, their bodies crashing together, as they engage in a passionate kiss, biting lips and tongues dancing. No, that’s not what he needed nor wanted. He wanted a gentle kiss, one that transpires every single emotion, every single feeling, every single word. All the I need you’s and the I love you’s that had been hanging there, in the air, flowing in that kiss. But he could not kiss her like that. So, he just stood there.

“Show me you room” She said. And Eddie panicked. Why would she want to see his room? His room was messy. He barely liked his room himself. “Come on! I need to know more about you! You saw my room and found out I have a major crush on Brian May. You show me your room and maybe I’ll find out whom you have a crush on.” She chuckled, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “Please!”

She somehow made her eyes bigger than they usually were, and Eddie lost his words for a moment. Fuck, don’t look at me like that. “Fine.” He sighed. “Just, don’t judge me, okay? It’s… it’s messy.” Still holding her hand, he walked her to his room. When he put his hand on the doorknob, he took a deep breath before opening the door. “This is it.”

Y/N walked pass Eddie and into the room. She looked around, like she did when she first entered the trailer, but this time he could tell she wasn’t simply “looking”. She was studying. He kept his eyes on her, scared to death she might just turned to him and laugh. Her room was much bigger than his. She had a whole collection of vinyls and an entire wall stacked to the top with books of every size. He had a chest full of tapes, most of them sneakily recorded as he “borrowed” them from the music store. He had a few books scattered all around the room. His bedroom was a mess. He was a mess. And he was scared she would notice it. But instead, she took a seat on his bed.

“You still play?” She pointed to the guitar hanging on the wall.

Eddie's eyes followed her finger, looking briefly at the instrument, then back at her. “What?” How did she knew about him playing? He had never talked about it with her. Did Dustin say something?

“Corroded Coffin, right?”

He looked at her obviously confused, but mostly surprised that she knew that name. “How do you know about that?”

“We went to the same middle school.”

“Impossible! I would have remembered you!”

“I was very different back then than I am now.” She sighed. “And I was good at blending in the background.” She looked down, almost embarrassed. “But I remember you...”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes…” Her cheeks turned slightly red. And at that point Y/N couldn’t help but think back to her middle school years, those terrible years. It had been hell for her. She looked very different, but she liked the same things she did now. And people made fun of her because of that. People made fun of her for dressing up as Bowie for Halloween. People made fun of her for wanting to read during lunch break instead of talking about boys. Not that she didn’t like boys. She liked boys. And girls too. And maybe that was the reason she tried to avoid talking about crushes and stuff. She was afraid people might start bullying her for that too. But she did have a crush on someone. There was this kid, he was two years older than her, he had a buzzcut. She remembered going to the school’s talent show and watching him play with his band. Many thought they were lame because they weren’t very good. But she thought they were awesome. She thought he was cool. But when, after the show, she had finally gathered enough courage to go and talk to him, maybe even just to become friends with him, she heard him talk with his bandmates about that blonde girl in her year that was doing that cheerleading number. He heard someone say that she was pretty, and she took it for granted it was him. So, she just ran away. Then he moved to high school the next year and she no longer saw him for some time. Until she moved to Hawkins High. And he was there. He no longer had a buzzed head, and tattoos had started appearing on his arms. He obviously didn’t know who she was or even if she existed, but still, she couldn’t help but look at him in the cafeteria, or smile when he walked down the hallway and their eyes met for a split second. She was head over hills for him. She had been for a long time. But he had never even talked to her until two days before. And now she was sitting on his bed. On a date with him? If she had told Steve when he was still in school that she had a crush on him, he would have made fun of her. He would have reacted similarly to how he had reacted the day before during their car ride, calling her crazy because he was not a good person, because he smoked and was a freak. But she knew him better than he did, better than anyone did. She had watched him for so long, hoping that he would just look at her, smile at her even. And in the meantime, she had learned things about him. She had learned that he played an invisible guitar whenever he was bored in class, moving his hand under the desk and moving his fingers like he would on the strings. She knew that he bounced his leg when he was stressed because she saw him do that during tests. He would always put his tongue out a bit whenever he was concentrating. He enjoyed spending time with his D&D friends, but he really had a soft spot for her brother: she had noticed the change in his demeanour when Dustin had joined Hellfire, and how he acted differently whenever Dustin was around or not. That was something that drew her even more to him. She loved her brother with all her heart, and the guy she had feelings for – feelings she would never admit to have – treated her brother like that. She had won. Well, not yet at least, since he had started talking to her only the day before. But they were on a date now. And that must have meant something.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” Eddie took a seat next to her, close enough so that if either of them where to slightly move their leg, then they would be pressed against one another’s.

“Play something for me, would you?”

Her request took him by surprise, especially after that long moment of silence. “You don’t like the music I know how to play.”

She turned to look at him and smiled. “Try me.”

He looked at her for a moment before he got up from his seat to go and take his guitar off the wall. “Any request?” He asked as he leaned against the chest of drawers, putting the guitar strap around him.

“Play a song you like. Any song.” She moved a bit back on the bed, crossing her legs and propping her head on her hand. “Maybe I’ll surprise you with my knowledge.” She winked at him.

Right then and there, he wanted to run outside and scream. He wanted to scream because the woman of his dreams was sitting on his bed, asking him to play her a song. He had dreamt about that moment a million times, and now that it was actually happening, it didn’t feel real. Please, someone, punch me in the face. Actually, no, don’t do it. If it’s a dream, don’t let me wake up. He took a stray pick from his jacket’s pocket and cracked his neck, before shifting around a bit, trying to find a comfortable position. He had to play something cool, something that she would find cool. He took a look around the room, looking for inspiration. That’s it, he thought. And so, he began playing.

He played for a little over three minutes, just standing there, and Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She had played the image of him playing his guitar at the middle school’s talent show over and over in his head, trying to imagine how he would have looked today. But no imagine that she had created in her head could have compared to what she had right now in front of her. That wasn’t just cool. He looked hot. He was there, with a concentrated look on his face, his little tongue slipping out, but then moving to biting his bottom lip. Fuck me. She thought. And she meant that in every possible way. When eventually Eddie finished the song, she didn’t know what to say, afraid that if she spoke too soon, she might actually confess whatever she was thinking in that moment. So, she waited for him to put back the guitar and come lay on the bed next to her.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment, before turning his head slightly to the side, catching a glimpse of her smile. “So, did you enjoy it?”

Hell yes, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much that, if I didn’t have a bit of self-control, I would be all over you right now. “Very much.” She replied, moving her hair behind her ear. “I love Too Young To Fall In Love.”

Eddie propped himself up on his elbow, a surprised look on his face. “You know Mötley Crüe?”

“I must say, I may be a bit mainstream, but I really like Shout At The Devil.” She smiled. “And I also enjoy Too Fast For Love.”

A song about sex. Did she just explicitly told him she liked a song about sex? “How do you know about Mötley Crüe?” He was still confused about that first fact, about the fact that she knew that band. “I thought you listened to Bowie and Queen.”

“Yes, and they are my favourites! But they’re not the only artists I like!” She laughed. “I told you I would surprise you with my knowledge!”

He had spent so long thinking she was so different from him, that they would not have much in common, and then, in less than two days he found out not only that she like the same authors he did, but she also enjoyed some of the artists he loved. Marry me. And if that wasn’t enough, she understood him more than anyone had ever done in his entire life. He had never been a big fan of theories such as that of soulmates, linked to one another by an invisible string. He had always thought it was stupid and that soulmates didn’t exist. But in that moment, lying there on his bed next to her, he could feel his heart change. He felt like he had always known her in some way, or that they were destined to meet, maybe even to be together.

“I think you’re really good, by the way.” She said, eventually lying down as well, rolling onto her side so that she could look at him.

“Nah, I’ve played for so long, I should be better than this by now.” He rolled on his side as well, now facing her.

“Maybe you just have to learn how to play something from a different genre. It might give you a fuller experience and you might even learn something from it.” She smiled, only a few inches dividing them. “That’s what I did when I found myself writing the same things over and over. I wrote something completely different, and that helped me find a new perspective.”

He looked at her, fighting with his entire body the urge to touch her, to kiss her. “I could learn to play something you like.”

She bit the inside of her lip, trying to keep herself from smiling too much. “You would? For me?” She asked, thinking he was just making fun of her.

Anything for you, he thought. But the words didn’t come out of his mouth. So, he simply nodded.

“Well, in that case, my favourite song is Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears” She said, moving forward to place a soft kiss of his cheek.

Eddie’s heart started racing, leaping, and he felt like his stomach was all tied in knots. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t say a word. Fuck, he thought to himself. I’m fucked. He kept looking at her. Am I falling in love?

A/N: so, if nothing happens, tomorrow I will finally go to London for my vacation, and I'll be back on Monday! I'll write the fourth chapter then! In the meantime, enjoy this! Don't forget to let me know if you liked this! Love you, my lovelies <3

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #stranger things #st4 #softspaceboibrian #softspaceboibrian writings

[robinismywife]

Where reader acting as Priscilla is her first ever role so she’s extremely nervous but Austin finds it cute she comforts her.

As a writer I understand you gotta go with your own flow so change and add whatever you please if you do up doing this 💓

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨��𝐧

PAIRING: Austin butler x actress!fem!reader

WARNINGS: self-doubt. Inform me if I've missed any!

A/N: This was my first request ever and I'm so excited owhfowrugi- Anyways, I hope you like my take on your idea my beloved anon and I'm SO sorry for being so late! Plz fill my inbox with more of your requests it makes me so happy and they are so fun to write!! Enjoy my loves <3

(the gif is not mine but omg it's so adorable I couldn't resist)

Baz Luhrmann was making an Elvis biopic and after having found Austin as his Elvis, he desperately needed to find himself a Priscilla. You had sent in an audition tape but never thought it would get you here, on the set and ready to film. I mean, everything felt unreal and you were extremely out of your comfort zone.

You had been filming for a couple of months now, but you've never felt as nervous and terrified as you're feeling at this very moment. Baz had informed you a week prior that today you would be doing the argument between Priscilla and Elvis. Nevertheless, it was now when you're getting ready for the scene that it's finally settling in.

You were pasing back and forth mumbling your lines, when Baz informed everyone that the cameras were ready. You and Austin walked on the set and smiled at each other, knowing that this scene was difficult for both of you.

"And...Action!"

"Cilla, I give you everything you could want" Austin followed you down the stairs

"What I wan't is a husband!" You turned around facing him. Austin had such a raw expression on his face, his acting always seemed to amaze you. However, here you were finding it extremelly hard to channel Priscilla.

"I- I-" You froze. Well done, Y/n, you forgot your lines. Not only are you a horrible actress but you also have a shitty memory. That's when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder.

"Y/n, did you forget your line?" Worry covered Austin's face "Did I do something wrong?"

"I- No, I just- I need some air" You dropped your prop, walked quickly past the crew. You opened a door and found yourself in the parking lot. You had never used this exit before and god it was freezing.

You began to spiral, thinking of the beautiful set you just walked out off, the incredible costumes you wore everyday. How are you even here right now? How did Baz even pick you? An amateur actress, who's never even stepped in a drama school once. You felt embarassed being on that set with such an amazing actor such as Austin, who is so dedicated to his craft. You didn't deserve this.

"Y/n, what happened back there?" Austin had at last found you.

"Austin.." you sighed looking down at your bell-bottom jeans

"Hey," he grabbed your shaking hand, rubbing circles on your cold skin "You can talk to me"

"I don't think I want to, Aus-" Your cheeks heated up, suddenly feeling embarrassed of saying anything

"You know, you're cute when you're like this- All stubborn" Austin smirked at you. Not in a condescending way but in a comforting one.

"I'm not stubborn I just-" You giggled a little, your mood getting better just by looking at him

"Yeah? I don't believe ya hun"

"Austin!" You groaned, knowing that talking to someone about your feelings was the best thing you could do right now.

"Y/n!" He said back, teasing you like he always did

"Fine, fine! Jeez- I just think that, you know, perhaps Baz made a mistake casting me and-"

"Hey, hey, hey- Why would you think that Y/n? You deserve to be here, you got the part because there's no one like you out there"

"But-"

"No but's, Y/n" He looked down at you with so much appreciation that you felt like crying "You know I love working with you. You're one of the most talented people I've ever met-"

"You mean that?" Your face lit up, making Austin smile as well

"Of course I do- Now go back on that set and show them what you got, yeah?"

"Yeah"

#request #austin butler #elvis 2022 #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis movie #elvis film #elvis presley #elvis and priscilla #austin butler fanfiction #austin elvis x reader #austin butler one shot #austin butler elvis #elvis biopic #austin elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis the pelvis

[septima-severa]

Chapter Six of Thrawn fanfiction published

I don't know what to think about the story anymore. The further I dive into the Thrawn topic, the stronger the urge to rewrite everything, so it would be canon-compliant.

Kriff it.

This was intended to be the last installment. But of course, it isn't. A lot of mundane things happened, and everything has gravitated towards the same conclusion I had in mind originally - Thrawn is sending the reader away (after some goodbye fuck, of course). Whoever of you has stayed with I Have Fallen in Love with the Villain for the story, I'm preparing an epilogue for you. For those thirsty individuals wanting to indulge themselves in a shameless porn, I'll extract those scenes in a separate work on AO3, so you don't have to scroll through the storyline *wink*

A little teaser from the sixth chapter:

“How did you manage it?”

“Manage what?” Those icy blue eyes, damn him, were so expressive, full of sorrow that wasn’t supposed to be there. Did he… miss you?

“To block me out. I haven’t been able to reach you for so long.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you smirked.

“Who was your master?”

There could be no harm in admitting the truth, you thought. How could he use that information against you? He already knew your name, and that was the most vulnerable piece of intel you had surrendered, albeit unwittingly. “A ghost,” your voice came out a little shaky. You looked down, not able to guard yourself from the surge of memories. “She died a long time ago on Jedha,” you added maybe as an afterthought.

“I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, his – probably sincere – show of compassion made you defensive. “You can’t change the past, don’t even try,” you hissed. “Don’t take pity on me, you – you –”

“Lani?” the concern of his was even more maddening, you didn’t even notice that him calling your given name was off.

The connection was sewered. With a gasp, you were returned to the observation deck, something warm trickling down your upper lip; it seemed that your latest encounter gave you a nosebleed. That had never happened before. You tried to stand, but the world started spinning violently. Not even lying down could slow the mad motion…

Your commlink started beeping at some point, a new day breaking behind the window. You crawled to the doors.

By the time you made it back to the quarters, Thrawn was already donning a fresh uniform, his hair still damp from the shower he took. He stopped once he noticed your rather ragged appearance, dark circles marring your face under those pretty eyes he so adored. “Have you slept at all?” he asked softly, turning to you fully.

Your body swayed like a sapling caught in strong wind before it gave up standing. “Could you please request a med droid? I don’t think I can make it to the med bay,” you whispered, landing against the wall beside the door. You felt exhausted so suddenly it made your knees weak, your head throbbing.

He hesitated to leave you and go retrieve his commlink, but you pleaded with him only for a moment. When he returned to you, however, you already disappeared inside the refresher, sick over the toilet. You felt him kneel behind you, gathering your hair and moving it out of the way gently. His soft touch in between your shoulder blades felt heavenly compared to the cold sweat that erupted suddenly all over your body. It took a few more minutes before you stopped retching, just to start sobbing instead.

“Is there any chance that you know what is wrong?” he didn’t stop petting your upper back, his touch grounding you in the moment, even though his words sent your thoughts into a frantic scramble. You whimpered, resting your head in the crook of your arm propped over the toilet, sobs shaking your body.

“No… But keep Rishmu… out of here in case it’s… it’s contagious.”

“She’s with her caregiver now.”

You shot him an incredulous look. “Just don’t tell me it’s Captain Enoch,” you whined afterwards. It made him chuckle. A chime of intercom at the office door interrupted you.

Thrawn was rising to his feet already. “Do you think you can walk to the bed?”

You gave him a half-hearted nod.

He didn’t leave you when the droid arrived at the stateroom, helping you lie down. Opting to sit at the edge of bed, he held your cold hand while it examined you. “When was the last time you ate something?” he murmured to break the silence interrupted only by various beeps coming from the machine, concern in his voice persisting. He watched the droid sternly as it drew blood from your forearm.

“Supper, I guess. But Thrawn, I can’t… It might make me sick again.”

“The patient has a mild case of dehydration, her lower abdominal plane mildly sensitive to palpation,” the droid reported at last, stating but consequences to your sudden mysterious illness. “Before I conclude the examination, I must ask: when was the last time you menstruated?” he turned to you. “Your file states that no contraception chip has been administered.”

“That would be over ten years ago,” you deadpanned.

If the droid could look confused, it would. Apparently, your provisional medical records were severely lacking. “My last heat was about nine months before our daughter was born, if that’s what you were asking,” you supplied afterwards. “Naturally, I didn’t menstruate after I conceived. Since her birth, I haven’t had any further… episodes. And my hormonal levels haven’t been suggesting otherwise, either.”

“I’m sorry, madam, but may I suggest a pregnancy test to rule out the possibility –”

“Yes, of course,” you interrupted it. “I’ll report to the med bay for further examination later.”

After that, the droid was dismissed.

“Menstruated?” Thrawn inquired, his eyebrow shooting up to his hairline.

#star wars #fanfiction #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn x reader #peridea #thrawn

[wyvernthekriger]

Life Beyond Death (1)

Noragami

Author's note: I just switched over to this site from Wattpad and will be revising my old stories and bringing them to this platform. This story started out having a character I created as the main character but decided to change it so it's an X Reader story. This will be written from a female's perspective (I'm female so it's easier, I'm sorry if I have disappointed anyone.)

That being said, if I have missed correcting any "my, I, me" in the story please let me know and I will try my best to fix it. Thank you all and I hope you enjoy this Noragami series.

Index:

S/n: Surname

Y/n: Your name

Content warning: This series will involve scenes and mentions of abuse, death, violence, blood, swearing, fighting and possible angst.

It was the ending to another school day and students were pouring out of the high school to start their spring break. You walked alone to your shoe locker, taking your time as you changed from your school shoes. Your friends Aiko and Miyu walked in just as you were finishing up, whispering something you couldn't quite understand. They quickly stopped when they saw you and smiled, running over.

"Hey, Y/n!" "Hiya, Y/n. What's up?" you gave them a closed-eyed smile and waved "Hey guys. I was just about to go pick Ren up and go home." You tilted your head at them as they gave you a look of sympathy. "Oh, stop looking at me like that, will you guys? She's gotten better. She hasn't had an outburst in almost 2 months. She actually helped me plan Ren's birthday party next weekend, something she hasn't bothered with since my father died."

Aiko and Miyu exchanged wary glances and looked back at you, "Okay, if you say so. Can we walk with you?" You nodded and waited for them to change their shoes. After a few minutes, you all walked out and headed towards your brother's school. You adjusted the strap of your bag and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "Autumn is my favorite time of the year. You get to see all of the leaves change to beautiful colors just wherever you go." They hummed in agreement and smiled. You opened your eyes and glanced to your side, spotting a paper that was blowing in the wind as it was taped to the wall. "Hmm?" "Y/n, what's wrong?" You realized you stopped walking and looked over at them while pushing the paper flat against the wall, "someone lost their cat...hmm a cat seems like a nice gift for my brother.."

Your voice trailed off as you thought to yourself, tapping your chin as Miyu quickly agreed with your thought. "Oh!" Aiko exclaimed, making both Miyu and you turn towards her, "That's Keiichi's cat, I babysit him. He sure does love that cat. It's almost like Milord is his best friend." You smiled and looked back at the paper, "that's really cute, actually." You thought some more and beamed. "I've made up my mind, I'm getting Ren a cat." Miyu nearly squealed, "I'll be coming over every day now I hope you don't mind." You all laughed at her obsession with cats and continued walking towards the Middle School.

As you were walking you moved behind Aiko and Miyu so others could walk on the sidewalk too. You glanced to your side briefly when you heard a man calling out a name. He was calling out for Milord, assumingly helping Keiichi out. As he passed by his eyes met with yours and the vivid color alone sent a chill up your spine. His face scrunched ever-so-slightly as you made eye contact before his face lit up.

"Milord!!" He yelled out, causing your head to tilt. The man ran out into the street and you saw an oncoming bus approaching and it was like your legs moved on their own. One minute you were standing there and the next you were yelling out, jumping, nearly parallel to the street. "LOOK OUT!" You forced your eyes closed tightly, as tight they could get and felt yourself collide with the man's body, both of you tumbling onto the sidewalk on the opposite side you were originally on. You heard him groan and you struggled to prop yourself up on your elbows. You landed face down on the sidewalk, hitting your head pretty hard on impact.

You let out a wince and finally sat up fully, looking over at the man who was seemingly unharmed, staring at you a bit wide-eyed and curious. "You can see me?" you furrowed your brows as you looked at him, "What? Of course, I can se-" "Y/n!" you hear my friends scream out your name, their voices filled with fear. You froze as you stared at them, "Oh my god, oh my god... Are you okay? What the hell was that?!" Aiko threw herself on the ground next to you and Miyu carefully moved your hair from your face, getting it out of the scrape left behind from the asphalt. "I'm okay, but sir, are you alright?"

Everyone's attention turned towards the ebony-haired man. "Oh I'm so sorry Mr. I didn't even see you there, are you okay too?" Miyu asked, kneeling beside you both. He just nodded and caught your eyes again, "Yes, thank you. I uh....I should...watch where I'm going next time." His voice was very uncertain, almost as if he was confused about why you pushed him out of the way of the bus. You start getting uncomfortable under his stare, so you start to try standing up with the help of your friends. Standing upright so suddenly resulted in a sharp pain lighting up your head. You gripped the side of your head and looked back at the man, "Please be careful next time."

He just nods and stands up, his uncertain gaze still on you, "I will, thank you-" He paused, "S/n Y/n, nice to meet you. And you?" You bowed and he seemed a bit taken back by the extreme respect. "Thank you, Miss S/n. I'm...Yato" You stood up straight and waved your hand slightly. "Just call me Y/n, Yato." Aiko cleared her throat and tugged on your sleeve slightly, "We need to pick up Ren, remember? He isn't going to be happy that you got hurt." You frowned slightly. He gets so worried even though he's the younger sibling. "Right... Take care, Yato. Good luck with catching Milord."

Yato's eyes lit up and a loud gasp escaped his lips. "Seems like he forgot already," You thought to yourself as you brushed off your clothes. He looked at you one last time before quickly running off in the way he was originally going. You all began walking again, Aiko holding one of your arms while Miyu held the other, just in case you became dizzy. Aiko finally spoke up and looked over at you. "So, Y/n, what are you going to wear for the Gion Odori festival tonight?"

I froze and yanked both of them back by accident, "Oh holy Bishamonten save me, I completely forgot about that," dread laced your voice. "It's okay we still have time. We'll get Ren and then go home to get ready and then we'll all go together." Miyu suggested with a large smile. She's absolutely infatuated with seeing the Geishas and finding an excuse to dress in her kimono. You simply nodded and were on your way

It took about 20 minutes to get to Ren's school and another 20 to get back to your house. The entire walk home consisted of Ren bombarding you with questions about the scrape on your forehead, you just told him you tripped while helping someone look for Milord. Aiko and Miyu went their separate ways to get ready for the festival tonight. When you got home your mother was fast asleep so you just told Ren to quietly get dressed. You quickly cleaned your scrape and put a small bandage on it.

You never really knew how to style your hair for these things, so you just pinned your hair back in a low ponytail, just styling it the way you do when you wear your shrine maiden uniform. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, admiring the traditional style you adore so much. You became a maiden to show your loyalty and respect to Bishamonten, the strong God of warriors and protection. He has a shrine near your house, your favorite thing in Kyoto. You hoped that by worshipping and honoring him he would offer you and Ren protection in return. Ren doesn’t know the real reason behind your loyalty to Bishamonten but you do it in hopes that he will protect you, and in turn allow you to protect Ren from your mother.

Once you finish styling your hair, you look around your room, not being able to shake the feeling that you were being followed ever since you left where you saved Yato. You knew it was silly but you had this sinking feeling in your stomach. All you could really think about were Yato's strikingly blue eyes as if they burned holes into your brain. It made you quite uncomfortable in all honesty.

You popped your head into Ren’s room and smiled, his normal angered expression turning soft. You seemed to be the only one to make him truly happy and you never knew if you should feel sad about that or not. "You look really nice. I like when you wear your hair like that" he said in a soft voice, causing a shy smile to form. "Thank you, Ren. You look nice too. Are you warm enough?" He nodded and stood up, putting his shoes on and following you out of the house.

You began to have that feeling of being watched again but you didn’t want Ren noticing you were beginning to seem uncomfortable. "I want a cat.." Ren's sudden statement caught you off guard but took your mind off the unsettling feeling. You had to suppress a smile since you already planned on getting him one. "Is that so?" He hummed in response. "I want a cat that has the same eye color as you. If I get one then it will feel like you're always watching over me, even if you're away. Like when you go away for university." He said it with emotions all mixed in; enthusiasm, sadness, happiness. You smiled wide, locking your arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a side hug. "You're the best little brother a girl can ask for, you know that, right?"

He just flashed a hint of a smile in return. "You're the best sister ever..." He told you softly, leaning into the hug subtly. "Hey, cheer up shorty, I won't be leaving for university for a long time. I'm only in my second year of senior high, okay? Even when I do I'm getting custody over you. I won't leave you alone with mom, I'd have to die first and that's not happening for a very, very long time." His mood seemed to brighten a bit when you flashed him a big toothy smile and let go of him, stopping in front of a bus stop. All of you were supposed to meet here and then walk to the festival together. "Sit down for a bit while we wait, we'll be walking around at the festival for a while." He sat down on the bench and you joined, straightening out your kimono.

You can already tell that tonight is going to be one of the best nights you’ve had in a while. Watching the Geisha dance, eating some yummy food and spending time with your favorite people in this world. What can go wrong?

#noragami #anime #fanfiction #oc #fanfic #yukine #yaboku #yato #noragami aragoto #x reader #character x y/n #character x female

[peachybowen]

stupid • r.b

series masterlist

pt.1 pt.2

pairing: ricky bowen x reader

warnings: none

songs: Falling For U by Peachy! and mxmtoon, Wondering by Julia Lester and Olivia Rodrigo

words: 3.6k

AND ALSO I’M HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT I HAVE A MASTERLIST 🤪 YOU CAN SEE WHAT I’M WORKING ON AND YEAHHH

A/N: feedback is always appreciated 🥺 I’m sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. Enjoy xx

I have dreamed of playing the lead since 5th grade. Of course I didn't tell anyone besides my brother and Cousin. When I got home last night, my brother and I talked. He was happy for me. Ej also said that he was really proud of me but he also added that he thinks that Nini deserved better.

,,Yo, what's up? I'm trading in my East High Leopards gear to be a Wildcat, starting today, because it's the day of the read-through! Blessed to be playing Chad. Swipe up for a link to tickets.'' EJ said holding his phone up, smiling the whole time.

,,Hi!'' Ash and I exclaimed simultaneously, walking up to EJ.

,,Say hi to my cousin and my little sister and bye to my cousin and sister.'' he turned his phone off and put it in his jeans pocket.

,,You're in a good mood.'' I mentioned and continued walking beside him, with Ash on his other side.

,,That's just for the fans, Y/N. Inside I'm a bucket of sad.'' he stated and I looked at Ash and then at him.

,,You still not over the not-getting Troy thing?'' Ash asked.

,,I put 3 years into this drama department and now I have to understudy my girlfriend's ex?'' he turned to me.

,,No offense Y/N.” he added and I just laughed and waved it off.

,,I know it sucks. But, I mean; Y/N is Gabriella and I don't think we would want an incest couple in our play, you know.'' Ash explained and I cringed at the thought.

,,Ash is 100% right.'' I agreed and started walking faster, Ash right behind me.

When we arrived at the rehearsal room, I saw Ej putting the Chad Danford card next to the Gabriella one. Ricky and I didn't talk much since the auditions and maybe, just maybe, that was my fault. I have been avoiding him, which was actually pretty hard considering I had almost all my classes with him. He tried to talk to me here and there but I just hummed in response most of the time. Honestly I was just trying to get over my crush on him. He still wasn't over Nini and he actually wanted to take part in the musical for her and I kinda ruined his chances because she did not get the lead. I also didn't want to ruin our friendship. We were friends since kindergarten and I wanted to keep him as a friend. After the auditions, Ash came over. She actually told me not to avoid Ricky but I just thought it was a good idea. Of course Ej agreed with me.

,,Could everyone take their assigned seats?'' Ms.Jenn asked loud enough for everone to hear. I walked to my seat and noticed that Ej put the cards back to how they were.  I sat down with a sigh. Soon after Miss Jenn actually asked Big Red to read the stage directions because Natalie, the stage director, wasn't there. And like 5 seconds after that Ricky took the seat next to me. I looked at Ash, who was sitting across from me. She smiled and turned her attention to the blonde drama teacher.

,,I realize that you all walked in here as strangers.'' she started looking at us.

,,Actually, I'm Y/N and EJ’s, cousin!'' Ashlyn corrected. I could see Ricky looking at me out of the corner of my eye but I just ignored him.

,,But after today, you're a family. Please take your neighbors' hand.'' she finished and everyone did what the teacher said. I took Gina's hand and turned my head to Ricky, who was holding his hand out for me. I took his hand but avoided eye contact.

,,Hand.'' Ms.Jenn said as soon as she saw that Ej and Ricky weren't holding hands. Their heads shot in my direction when they heard me giggle. I stopped immediately.

,,Feel each other's energy. Let the silence speak volumes. In a world full of no, this is a space full of yes.'' the drama teacher preached.

,,Nice. Did you just come up with that?'' Carlos whispered to the middle-aged woman.

,,I did.'' she replied, smiling at him. It was silent. Nobody said anything and I could feel Ricky staring again and I just turned my head to Gina and smiled at her. Seconds later Ms.Jenn started singing ''We're all in this together.''. I let go of Ricky and Gina's hand and looked at the script on my table, highlighting my lines. Ash started to clap after Ms.Jenn finished singing. Nobody clapped beside her so she stopped and everyone looked at her.

,,"Sharpay heads for class, hears singing," "opens the door to the biology lab." "She finds Gabriella and Taylor washing their hands." "They turn to find there are no paper towels in the dispenser. They-'''' Big Red was disrupted by Miss Jenn before he could continue reading.

,,Try to read the punctuation.'' she instructed and smiled at the redhead.

,,"Sharpay comma heads for class period.'''' he said and I grinned. He was so oblivious sometimes it was cute.

We took a break after reading act one. I was talking to Ash but I also kinda watched my brother and Nini talking. And, yes, Ricky looked at them too. Nini got a text, she laughed, and Ricky was on his phone so it was kinda obvious that he sent her a meme or something like that. Ej glared at him and sat down again.

,,Cool glasses.'' I turned my head to see Seb taking a seat next to Ashlyn. She smiled.

,,Thanks. They're my grandmas.'' she acknowledged.

,,I have the same ones at home.'' he laughed.

,,Really? Why?'' I asked, trying to join the conversation again.

,,So, I can see when I'm milking.'' he replied and I was confused.

Milking?

Before I had the chance to ask what he meant by that, Miss Jenn said that we were gonna continue.

I was on stage waiting for Ricky. Ms.Jenn wanted us to start rehearsing early and I wasn't really thrilled. When he came running in, he said that he was sorry for being late.

,,We're diving into page 97.'' Ms.Jenn directed and handed us the script.

,,You mean the last scene?'' Ricky asked just as confused as I was. The teacher just hummed in response.

,,You wanna rehearse this? It's just one line.'' I also asked.

,,Yeah, I've got one, too.'' Ricky stated turning to me.

,,And then there's the kiss.'' Ms.Jenn exclaimed. I looked at her and started to panic.

,,There was no-. I don't remember a kiss in what we read yesterday.'' I stuttered trying to reason with her.

,,It was very much in the original movie.''

,,I only remember a hug.'' I augmented further. I wasn't really in the mood to kiss my best friend. It would just make things more awkward between us.

,,The kiss ended up being cut. Little racy for its time.'' she explained looking at me with a smile.

Later that day I sat in Miss Jenn's office, explaining to her that I just couldn't kiss Ricky.

°Ej's POV°

I was standing outside Ms.Jenn's office, waiting for Y/N when Ashlyn walked up to me.

,,Hi!'' she greeted cheerfully.

,,Go away.'' I simply said.

,,No, you go away. You're standing in front of my locker.''

I stepped away and she opened the locker.

,,I can't believe this. She's around Ricky's finger.''

,,Who?'' Ash asked and looked at me.

,,Miss Jenn! She added a kiss.'' I explained and Ashlyn rolled her eyes.

,,Ej, stop. He's not bribing our director.'' she interrupted.

,,Y/N doesn't want to kiss him, Ash. And I don't want that either.''

,,Being her big brother doesn't mean you own her.'' she commented. I rolled my eyes and changed the subject.

,,I need you to do me a favor.''

,,What kind of favor?'' she asked with a raised brow.

,,I need you to borrow Nini's phone.'' I explained and she looked at me like I was crazy.

,,Borrow? As in steal?''

I just nodded. I needed to be 100% sure that Ricky wasn't in the way of my relationship. Nini was different. She wasn't like other girls. The girl helped me be a better person.

,,Okay, you've just gone up 3 levels of scary!'' the girl stressed, shocked by my words. She tried to reason with me for a bit but then she left, leaving me standing alone in front of the office, waiting for my sister.

°Y/N’s pov°

,,I'm kinda lost. If the play is over, why would we still be dancing?'' Ricky asked beside me. We were back in the rehearsing room. Just as I was about to answer, Carlos came up from behind us.

,,It's a certain call. You're the last two to come out. We want to bring the audience to their feet!'' he explained snickering.

,,Teach them the dance.'' Ricky joked.

,,Carlos? Can we wait for Miss Jenn?'' I pleaded kinda just wanting the director there.

,,Miss Jenn is busy tracking down a prop. She's asked me to create a crescendo, people, so let's stop swirling and let's start twirling.'' Carlos directed calmly.

,,But why are we practicing the bows when we haven't even practiced the play?'' Ricky asked still confused.

,,Because you start with the hardest dance that takes the longest to learn. It's in the Big Book of Broadway.'' Carlos started. Gina came up behind him.

,,Page 374.'' they both finished at the same time. Gina walked away after they both high-fived each other.

Shortly after we started practicing the dance. Ricky was terrible. I mean he tried but he did not succeed. Kinda embarrassing.

,,What is he doing?'' Nini asked from the side as soon as the music stopped. I turned to look at her. She stepped forward and looked at Carlos.

,,Why you're talking to him? I'm right here.''

And that was when I took a step back. I wasn't in the mood to be in the middle of Nini and Ricky drama. I had enough of that over the summer.

,,'Cause you're not here. Not for the right reasons.'' Nini snapped.

,,What's that supposed to mean?'' Ricky asked standing right in front of her. Everyone was silent. Nobody wanted to interrupt that conversation.

,,What I said, Ricky. You hate musicals. You're doing this so we're in each other's grills.''

Carlos took a step forward to break the two apart but they kept on going.

,,Now you're rubbing some weird cologne on your neck.''

,,Hey, you love Throb!''

,,And wasting everybody's time by making fun of something that the rest of us take seriously.'' the brown-haired girl ranted. After the words left her mouth, Carlos told everyone to take a five-minute break and to get out. I stayed just being moral support for Carlos and Ricky. He and Nini argued for a few more seconds, my brother's name was mentioned and Ricky left. Just as Miss Jenn came back, Ricky walked through the door.

,,We're you going Troy?'' she asked, confused as to why he was leaving in the middle of rehearsals.

,,It's Ricky.'' he mumbled before exiting the room. I sighed, looked at Nini, who looked at her hands, grabbed my things and went after him.

,,Why are my leads leaving?'' Miss Jenn asked again.

Ricky was way faster than me.

I mean have you seen him? He's way taller than me!

However, when I saw Big Red outside talking to him, I decided to let them talk. My mind just told me to leave him alone to cool off, you know? So I decided to talk to Nini instead. On the way back, Carlos asked me where Ricky went and I told him that he went outside. Not so sure if that was a good idea because it would just put more pressure on Ricky. When I arrived at the rehearsal room again, Miss Jenn was talking to Nini and she still stood by the piano, looking at her hands.

,,Nini can I talk to you for a second?'' I asked and walked in her direction. Miss Jenn turned to look at me and left the room without another word. I think she knew that it was better to let teenagers sort their problems out alone sometimes.

,,I really don't want to talk to you right now. Ricky probably send you and I'm really not in the mood to-''

,,Ricky did not 'send' me. I'm here because I chose to talk to you. I know that you probably don't even want that because I basically stole the role you wanted to play but listen. Miss Jenn is working really hard on this musical and so is everyone else and I know it's hard being in a musical with your ex- and current boyfriend but please, for the sake of this musical, get along with Ricky.''

,,Y/N you don't even understand the situation. You never had an ex before!''

,,That may be true but I'm not on good terms with Ricky either! Do you see me causing a scene? No! So please Nini, at least consider, not ripping Ricky's face off.'' and with that, I left.

The first thing I did when I arrived at home was eat. I always ate when I was frustrated. Not my best habit. While waiting for my pizza to be done, I decided to post something on Instagram

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y/ncaswell you're looking at your Gabriella Montez baby 🤪

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dancingcarlos and that's on actually auditioning for Taylor

yourgirlash u rocked that audition tho! So proud of u :))

I smiled at all the supporting comments and began eating my pizza, which I got out of the oven without burning my hands.

what? I'm proud of me. I always burn my hands while getting the pizza out of the oven. That's why Ej is normally doing it when... I want pizza.

After eating half of the pizza, leaving the other half for Ej, I went upstairs. I threw my bag into a corner and threw myself on bed. I sighed and grabbed my ukulele. The next thing I knew was that I started playing some chords that popped into my head.

I was hangin' with you and then I realized

I didn't think it was true, I was surprised

When I found out I've fallen for you

I didn't wanna believe my feelings for you

I didn't wanna believe that I could lose you

If I told you just how I felt

But I can't help it

I'm falling for you

And I can't quit it

'Cause I'm stuck on you

And it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical

But I just want to be with you

Please tell me, boy

Can you get a clue?

Or come through 'cause I just want to be with you

,,The song is for him right?''

I gasped in surprise and turned my head to the door to see EJ leaning against my door frame, eating the pizza I left for him.

,,When did you come home?'' I asked while placing the ukulele on the floor. He walked towards me and sat on the edge of my mattress.

,,5 minutes ago but stop trying to change the subject. The song is for Ricky right?''

I just nodded, looking at my hands.

,,It's cute.''

,,What?'' I asked and looked up.

,,The song. It's cute. I mean I don't really support the idea of you and him together, you know that but I like the song.''

,,Thank you and don't worry EJ, him and me? That won't happen. He's still in love with Nini.'' I responded with a sad smile.

,,I know this may sound really awful but maybe it's just not meant to be.''

Maybe he was right. Maybe the universe wanted to show me that it just wasn't meant to be. That I was chasing a dream. Ricky was so in love with Nini and to be honest I wasn't surprised. Nini was such a sweet and gorgeous girl, always have been. It's so easy to fall in love with her. No wonder my brother did.

I nodded and the only word that left my mouth was:,,Maybe.''

EJ flashed me a smile, patted my shoulder and left the bedroom. I sighed and my head hit the pillow.

The next day was pretty much uneventful.

Ok maybe that's a lie. I did catch Nini spying on Carlos and Ricky in the library. That's a good thing right?

When I opened the door to the auditorium, everything was silent. But as soon as the door closed and I leaned my back on the wall, someone started playing the piano. The curiosity got the best of me and I walked up the stage to see who was playing the wonderful melody. I was quite surprised to discover Ashlyn sitting in front of the piano, pressing the keys softly.

,,Oh hi.'' was the first thing she said when she noticed my presence.

,,Hi. I didn't know anyone was in here.'' I answered looking at my cousin, who took her hands off the piano keys.

,,I can be gone in like 7 seconds. Six if I don't zip my bag.'' She replied as she started to throw her things into her bag.

,,No, Ash. Don't go. What was that?''

,,What was what?'' she asked and stopped packing her things.

,,The song you were just playing.''

,,Oh that. Miss Jenn asked me to compose a song for my character. It's probably way too much.'' she explained and grabbed the notes out of her bag again. I just nodded and listen to her ramble. I didn't really know why she was so nervous.

,,Why don't you play me some more of your song?'' I asked and sat down beside her. Ashlyn nodded and started playing the same melody I heard when the door closed.

,,Seems like a part of me will always have to lose.'' She began, her eyes watching her fingers which were pressing down the piano keys.

,,Every single time I have to choose

Swore that it felt right, but was I wrong?

Is this where I'm supposed to be at all?

I don't have the answers, not today

It's like nothing makes the questions go away

What I'd give to see If the grass was greener

On the other side

Of all I've had and lost

Would it be enough

Or would I still be wondering?'' she sang, her eyes still trained on the piano.

,,If I could go back and change the past

Be a little braver than I had

And bet against the odds

Would I still be lost?

Even if I woke up in my dreams

Would there still be something I'm missing?

If I had everything Would it mean anything?''

I looked at her in awe. I never really heard Ashlyn sing like that before and she had so much talent. She turned her gaze to me for a second, implying to sing with her. I smiled and turned my attention to the little sheet of paper in front of me.

,,Maybe I should turn around and take the other road

Or maybe I'm just looking for what I already know.'' we sang together, smiling after realizing that we hit every note in perfect harmony.

,,I'm just wondering...

It feels like I might have broke the best thing that I had.'' I sang alone and at that exact moment, Ricky slowly walked in. We didn't notice though. We were to caught up in our own little moment.

,,I said too much to ever take it back

I'm scared I'll never find something as good

And would I even know it if I could?'' I vocalized the verse Ashlyn wrote so flawlessly.

,,If I could go back and change the past

Be a little braver than I had

And bet against the odds

Would I still be lost?

Even if I woke up in my dreams

Would there still be something I'm missing

If I had everything

Would it mean anything.'' we both sang again.

,,To me?'' I finished and smiled. My smile fell as soon as I saw Ricky standing in the room.

,,Uh...We're back.'' he stuttered and looked at us with semi-wide eyes.

,,What?'' I asked quietly.

,,Downstairs.'' the curly-haired boy answered and shook his head slightly which made his curls bounce a little.

,,Miss Jenn wants to see everyone in the bomb shelter.'' he finished and left without saying another word. I looked at Ashlyn and she just shrugged before she got up and packed her things. Me being the incredible cousin I am, I waited for her.

When we arrived downstairs the whole theater group was building a small circle around the blonde drama teacher who had a huge carton in front of her.

,,Here it is, people.'' Miss Jenn breathed out, holding a small device in her hands.

,,Is that a garage-door opener?'' Seb asked as he looked at the small object in front of him.

,,No, Seb. This is Gabriella's Phone. From the film.''

A few students gasped.

,,I plan on creating a time-capsule display in our lobby. If they can have 40 sports-ball trophies, we deserve a little movie museum.'' the teacher explained, holding up the phone so everyone could see.

,,Okay, people, enough dazzle. Fetch your scripts please. Places for the top of the ski lodge!''

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