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These are the fandoms I write for, but I might write for others if requested <3

Stuff I will NOT write: I will not write smut, purely because I don't want to. I might make something with innuendos or similar, but that will be properly marked. No graphic violence or gore or stuff like that. This is pretty PG.

I will also write parental relationships (all platonic)

Characters:

House M.D

James Wilson

Remy "Thirteen" Hadley

Lawrence Kutner

Dead Poets Society

Neil Perry

Steven Meeks

Charlie Dalton

Todd Anderson

Gerard Pitts

Knox Overstreet

Richard Cameron

John Keating

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

James Bond

James Bond

Q (Ben Whishaw)

Merlin

Arthur

Merlin

Gwaine

Gwen

Morgana

Danger Days

Party Poison

Fun Ghoul

Kobra Kid

Jet Star

Mikey Way

My Chemical Romance

Gerard Way

Ray Toro

Other

Frank Iero

Illi McMillin

Jeremy Capello

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Billie Joe Armstrong

School had seemed to drag on forever today. Usually, you could get by with zoning out and just doodling in your notebook. But today, you had to actually put effort into a test, leaving you feeling more drained than usual.

You entered the store, feeling (and probably looking) like a zombie. You quickly greeted the manager and went to the backroom.

You put your bag away and changed into your employee t-shirt. You stopped by the small bathroom as well, splashing some water on your face. It helped you quicken up a little bit.

You went back into the main part of the store. You took over the register, sitting down in the spinning chair.

The store was practically empty, and there wasn't really much to do, leaving you to try to kill the time.

The bell on the door rang as you were doodling on an old receipt. You looked up to see the person entering. It was her again.

Illi McMillin.

It had been a few weeks since you first talked in the back of the store. You'd talked a little bit since then. Not much, mostly some simple small talk in art class, but it was something.

Something about her seemed off today, though. She walked faster than usual, and her head was held low. She also sounded like she was sniffling.

You tried to say hi to her, but she went straight to her little corner in the back of the store.

You grew concerned. Yes, she was introverted, but this was new for her.

You put up the sign asking to ring the bell on the desk and followed her.

When you turned the corner, you saw her huddled up on the floor. She hugged her knees to her chest, and her face was against her knees.

You approached her carefully, as if she were a skittish animal.

"Illi?"

She jumped at the sound of your voice, her head lifting to face you.

Her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were wet.

You felt yourself tense up at that. You barely knew her, but seeing her sad made you want to just hug her.

"What happened?"

You sat down, keeping your distance. She wiped her face, avoiding eye contact with you.

"Nothing. Why do you even care?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

She looked at you again, confused. She probably wasn't used to people caring about her. The thought of that nearly made you tear up yourself. But you pulled yourself together. This was about her.

"Cause I'm just some weird, loser freak." Her head went back between her arms, leaving her voice more muffled.

"I don't even know why you talk to me in the first place."

"Don't say that. You're not a loser." Without thinking, you put your hand on her shoulder. She flinched slightly when she first felt it, but she moved to let you hold it there.

"And I talk to you because I think you're pretty cool. And talented. And pretty."

You freeze. You hadn't meant to say that last one. She looked up at you, confused again.

"Don't say that," she grumbled. She clearly didn't believe you.

"Why not? It's true."

"Stop lying."

"I'm not, I mean it. I honestly think you're cool, you're talented, and you're pretty."

She stared at you, seemingly debating whether or not to keep disagreeing with you. The side telling her not to do it won.

She didn't say anything else, but it was clear she hadn't properly accepted your compliments.

You figured that continuing to say it probably wouldn't work, so you dropped that part.

"Anyways, what was it that happened?"

"Just some people from school being dicks, it's nothing new."

Ah. You probably could've put the pieces together. You'd seen her and her friends being bullied and teased multiple times. You'd thought it was rude there and then, but you hadn't said anything.

Seeing her like this, how much it impacted her, made you wish that you had said something.

"Who was it?"

"Those asshole jocks from art class."

She didn't have to explain anything more than that. You immediately knew who she was talking about. They were always causing trouble.

"They just called me names and threw things at me. Calling me a boy and stuff. It doesn't usually bother me, I don't know why it did today."

"That's not weird. No one should be used to being treated like that."

She sniffled once again, wiping her face with her sleeves. She chuckled incredulously, seemingly still surprised that you were being so nice to her.

"Thanks."

It got quiet after that. Neither of you knew whether or not to say anything. You figured you might as well leave.

"Well, I should probably head back to the register."

You got up, ready to leave when she spoke yet again.

"Wait."

You turned to face her. She looked down, a little embarrassed when she quietly asked:

"Can you sit here a little bit longer? Just a few minutes?"

You smiled at her, and gave her the only correct answer to that question.

"Of course."

~•●°●•~

The next day at school, as you walked past the changing rooms, you heard someone scream. They must've found the worms you had put in their lockers.

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A/N: Really liking this story so far, planning on doing more soon !

Also, I am starting (at a new) school this week, so my schedule might be shaky. I'll try my best to get ahead while I still have free time, though :) Wish me luck /nf <3

You were happy to finally have your first job. It wasn't the best paying job, but it was something to do that gave you a little bit of spare cash.

And it was fun too. Comics were something you've been interested in for a while, so getting discounts and talking to other people with the same interests was a great bonus.

Everything had been going smoothly, and you hadn't had any trouble. The only thing that had made you raise an eyebrow was the mysterious girl hanging around the store.

She was always there while you were working. Always in some dark corner, reading the newest issue of something.

When you asked the manager about her, you were told she'd been doing it for years, since before you even knew about the place.

She didn't seem like she wanted to be disturbed, so you didn't. Her long black hair covered most of her face, leaving you to wonder what she looked like.

The weirdest part was her clothes. Most days, she was in her school uniform, from the same school as you. And yet, you had never seen her at school.

Until you started looking for her. Now you saw her everywhere. At lunch, in art class, standing with her friends before and after school.

When you asked some of your friends about her, they were confused by why you wanted to know about her. To everyone, her and her friends were just weird, unpopular losers.

But not to you. There was something about her that made you desperate to talk to her.

The only good thing you got out of the conversation was her name.

Illi.

A few weeks later, you were at the store again. There was a box in the back room with a note asking you to put the new issues on the shelves.

You sighed to yourself, as sorting really wasn't what you wanted to do. But this was your job, so you bit the bullet and brought the box into the main part of the store.

You did your job, sorting all of the issues correctly. You offered polite smiles to the customers you met, receiving smiles back most of the time.

Finally, you were nearing the bottom of the box. You only had a few more comics to sort. You headed towards the back area of the store, where customers rarely went. It was where the niche, unknown stuff was kept. And just to add the unsettling cherry on top, the lights there were busted.

Imagine your surprise when you saw her sitting there, on the floor, in the dark, her nose down in a comic book.

You didn't want to disturb her, but she was sitting right where you needed to restock. Besides, it was too late. She had already seen you. She lifted her head, giving you a good view of her face up close for the first time.

She was absolutely gorgeous. Despite the lack of light, her eyes seemed to shine as they locked with yours. You swore you could get lost in them, which you did, until you snapped out of it when you heard her speak.

"Stop staring."

Oh. Right. You couldn't just stare at her like a zoo animal. It took you a few more seconds to remember why you were even back here in the first place.

"Oh, sorry. I just wondered if you could move for a second? I just need to fill up some of the shelves."

She stared at you for a second before scooching a bit to the side, giving you the room you needed.

You started to sort them all, getting into the rhythm of it. You figured she had just gone back to her comic, but then she spoke.

"Do we have art class together?"

You hadn't expected her to ask you anything, so when she did, your brain froze up. You stammered and stuttered before you could get out a "yes"

She made a noise at that, one that said: "I knew it"

You realised that if you wanted to talk with her, this could be your shot. So, as you put the last comic book on the shelf, you turned around to face her.

"I've, uh, seen a few of your paintings. They're, uhm, pretty cool. You're very talented."

Her head perked up. She clearly hadn't expected you to compliment her. She probably figured you were like the other kids at school, thinking she was just some weird nerd.

A small, barely there smile flickered on her face. It was hard to see in the dim light, but it was definitely there.

"Thanks. Your stuff isn't too bad, either."

Usually, you'd be offended by that. If anyone else had been the one to say that, you'd be pissed. But from her, it was an honour.

"Thank you," you said, smiling back at her.

It was only then that you noticed which comic she was reading. You'd been so entranced by her face that you hadn't seen it.

"Are you reading Spiderman?"

She looked down at the cover as if she'd forgotten what it was that she was reading.

"Yeah. Are you a fan, too?"

"Hell yeah, I am!"

You were sure your smile went from ear to ear. Now you know one more thing you both liked. She didn't seem as enthused as you, though. Her face was mostly expressionless.

"Can I get my spot back now?"

You had forgotten about that by now. You had probably been staring again as well.

"Oh yeah. Sorry," you chuckled lightly. She was not amused. You stepped back, taking the box with you. She moved back to her spot, not looking at you.

You walked back into the main part of the store, squinting as your eyes adjusted to the light. You felt that you had messed up the conversation. The first time you talked to the girl you liked, you stumbled over your words and acted so damn awkward.

Little did you know that in the back of the store, in the dark, Illi McMillin was smiling to herself, thinking about you.

You thought it would be boring by now. You've been backstage at his shows for years now. But watching him was never boring. You had no idea how he consistently managed to keep his energy up, concert after concert. It was admirable. And you were definitely admiring him.

The show was coming to a close, and you had been engaged in a conversation with someone from the tech crew when you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around you.

"Jesus Christ!" You yelped, jumping. You heard a chuckle from the person behind you as you turned to face him.

"It's Billie, actually. Easy mistake," he said, chuckling as he brought you in for another hug, this time facing you.

"Great show today as well," you mumbled into the crook of his neck. Your arms held firmly around his back, and his were over your shoulders.

"Thank you, darling. Ready to head home?"

"Yeah"

~•●°●•~

One car ride later, you were back at your house. You had barely gotten through the front door when he ran in front of you, bringing you into yet another hug.

"Cuddly today, huh?"

"What, can't I hug you?"

"Of course you can, I just didn't expect it."

You pulled away from the hug, admiring his face.

"Still rocking the whiskers?"

He grimaced, clearly confused for a second before he remembered the whiskers drawn on his face. He brought his hand to his face, trying to rub them off, but you stopped him.

"No, it's cute!"

His face scrunched up as if he didn't believe you.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Well, alright then,"

He entangled his hand in yours, bringing you to your couch. You cuddled up against each other, content after another nice day with each other.

~•●°●•~

When someone first proposed the idea of a volleyball game, you almost rolled your eyes. The sun was scorching, but everyone else seemed excited. You didn't want to be a buzzkill, so you joined them.

It started out with as much fun as you thought it would, which was not much.

It wasn't fun for a while until you eventually started to get the hang of it. You and your teammate fell into a rhythm, nailing nearly every game.

Listening to the people in the stands applaud and cheer fueled you on.

There was only one thing, or rather, one person who threw you off.

Maverick.

You were still riding the rush of winning the last match when him and Goose walked up on the other side of the net.

God, he looked good, you thought. He was more muscular than you would've imagined.

Well, everyone at Top Gun had some muscles, but there was something about him.

And the cocky grin? The glasses? He really was handsome.

Before this, you'd barely spared him a glance. When you had, it was to see who your competition was. But now? You were sure your eyes were the size of dinner plates. And he noticed.

"You alright over there? Scared to lose?"

He flashed you that damn grin again. But you weren't going to lower your defences.

"Against you? Never"

He squinted his eyes, meeting yours.

Weeks had passed since you started at Welton Academy. By now, you knew your way around, and you had found your people.

During the day, in classes and the study hall, you were mostly seen with two other boys in your year, well-liked, but not particularly interesting.

The teachers all liked you, thought of you as a model student who always did as he was told.

But during the night, you abandoned all of that and spent your time mainly with the infamous Charlie Dalton.

Already the first night at school, while most people were sleeping, you heard knocks at your door. Your roommate didn't wake up, so you carefully tip-toed over to the door. Upon opening it, you saw him again.

"Charlie? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night!" You whispered as loudly as you could at 2 am.

"Couldn't sleep. Come on, follow me," he stated casually before walking down the hallway.

"What? Charlie, you can't just–" You interrupted yourself as he nearly left your field of view.

"Alright, just wait! I need my shoes," you whisper-yelled after him. You heard his footsteps stop as you put your shoes on. You quietly closed the door behind you and walked over to him.

"Knew you'd come to your senses," he said to you with a smile.

~•●°●•~

You smiled to yourself as you fondly remembered that night. The rush of adrenaline running through your body as you ran along with him, hand in hand, was a feeling you'd never forget.

Nowadays, it was a common occurrence.

You checked your watch, saying it was 1 o'clock. Your roommate was fast asleep, meaning you were good to go.

Slowly, you opened your door and left your room. You tip-toed down the halls, checking around the corners to avoid the teachers.

You found your way outside the school, where you spotted Charlie waiting at your usual meeting place.

"There you are! I almost thought Nolan had caught you," he teased. You laughed back, rolling your eyes.

"Alright, alright, I've only been here a few months," you replied, smiling.

"Use your excuses on someone else, Mr Teacher's Pet," he chuckled.

The grass tickled your ankles as you walked towards the forest, one of your usual places to sneak out to. You walked in comfortable silence until you reached the same rock you usually sat at.

It was high up, giving you a view of the lake behind the school, and big enough for both of you to comfortably sit there.

You sat down next to him, on his left as always. You saw him simply looking out at the lake, which was new for him.

"What, no cigarettes today?" You joked, referring to how he usually brings a pack to your nightly escapades.

"Hey, they cost money, you know? I don't make much here at this school," he explained lightheartedly.

"Yeah, fair. It's probably good to have some breaks too," you agreed, joining him in enjoying the view.

As you sat there, you couldn't help but notice how you sat closer than usual. Most nights, there was a small distance between you. But tonight, your arms were resting against each other. You didn't mind at all, and eventually, you found yourself resting your head on Charlie's shoulder.

You felt him move his head to look towards you. You moved your own, making eye contact with him. Neither of you said anything.

You could feel him shift his weight as he moved one arm to hold around you. He pulled you closer, and suddenly, you felt him place a kiss to the top of your head.

You furrowed your brow. He'd never done anything like this before. You couldn't tell if it was unusual behaviour for him. You never knew what to expect from him. But you didn't expect the feeling of butterflies tumbling in your stomach when he did it.

"That's new."

"What, you didn't like it?"

"No, I did!" You quickly answered, sitting up straight, regrettably moving away from his hold.

"Well then. I suppose you wouldn't mind if I did it here, then?"

Before you could register what that was supposed to mean, he wrapped his arm around you again. He pulled you close again and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

He pulled away, a smug smile on his face. You, on the other hand, had frozen. He poked your side, causing you to release a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Or what about here?"

He gave you another kiss, this time on your nose. You couldn't help but smile.

You were about to make a comment telling him to stop, or else you were afraid of what feelings you'd reveal. But before you could do that, he'd said:

"Or even here?"

His lips pressed against yours, softly and calmly. By the time you'd successfully processed what had happened, he'd already pulled away from the kiss.

You could tell he was about to say something, but you didn't let him. You cupped his cheek and brought your lips together again.

This time, you expected it, which meant that you could properly enjoy the kiss. Your lips moved together, eventually settling on a rhythm.

Eventually, you had to pull away for air, something you'd nearly forgotten about while you were kissing.

"That's also new," you mumbled, mostly to yourself. But Charlie somehow heard it, too.

"Good new, right?"

The rush of joy you felt coursing through your body when you got the role was incomparable to anything else you'd ever felt. You'd worked so hard for this, staying up at night to watch tv to see how professional actors worked. You'd spent countless hours in front of the mirror, reciting your monologue again and again.

So when the director informed you that you got the role, you were ecstatic. The moment you got home, you locked yourself in your room to memorise your lines.

When the time came to start rehearsals, the butterflies in your stomach started doing parkour. You arrived on time, as nervous as you were excited. A few people were already there, some who you recognised from the auditions.

You hung your jacket up and walked around the theatre, becoming familiar with where everything was.

Your exploration was interrupted by the sound of the directors voice, calling everyone to gather on stage. You found your way there, finding a spot to sit in the circle with everyone else.

The director started with a round of introductions. You couldn't help yourself but to keep your eyes stuck to the boy across from you, who was apparently playing Puck. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and an adorable smile that shone when he introduced himself as Neil.

It wasn't until the next person beside him introduced themselves that you realised you were staring, when he made eye contact with you.

After the introductions were over, you were given a five minute break while the director got everything set up.

You quickly made your way over to Neil, who was sitting with his script. You sat down beside him, looking at it.

"Hi," you said, smiling at him. He looked up from his script, smiled, and greeted you back.

"Have you ever done any theatre before?" You asked, hoping to start a small conversation.

"No, nothing. The closest thing would be some poetry recitals at school, but no theatre," he replied, putting his script to the side, turning his focus to you. "And you?"

"Some stuff," you answered. "But nothing this professional before." You gestured to the theatre you were in, grand and magnificent.

Neil was about to say something else when the director's voice gathered you all again, ready to start the rehearsal.

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Weeks pass, and you make progress in the play. You could recite your lines in your sleep, and you move around the stage like you were never meant to be anywhere else.

You also learned more about Neil. He was a student at Welton, a place you'd only heard about from your friends. He was also very talented, a natural at acting. You almost didn't believe that he hadn't acted before.

The only hiccup was his final scene. As he said himself, he just couldn't remember it, no matter how much he tried. So one day, as everyone is heading home, you head over to him.

"Hey Neil, I was wondering if you wanted to come home with me? I could try to help you memorise some of your lines."

He thought about it for a second before replying.

"Yeah, but I can't stay too long. The school doesn't like it if we're out too late," he explained as you headed to the door.

"Don't worry, I'll get you back in time," you said with a chuckle as you walked to your house.

You talked the whole way there, about school, the play, and your friends. He was such a delight to talk to, and his smile was so contagious.

The sun was setting as you reached your house. You went inside, and showed him to your room.

You sat down on your bed and found your script, waiting for him to sit beside you. He kept standing until you eventually patted the bed, causing him to get the hint to sit.

You started reading the script, pausing for Neil to fill in his own lines. He struggled with some of it, but you were patient and helped him when he got stuck.

You had one of the best evenings of your life as you laughed and had fun, completely forgetting the script at times.

The only downside to this was that when Neil looked at the clock, he nearly jumped out of your bed when he saw how late it was.

"I have to get back, or else I'll get detention," he frantically mumbled. You helped him gather his stuff and led him to your front door.

"Can you find the way home?" You asked as he ran past you into the dark.

"Yeah!" He shouted back. You decided to believe he would.

~•●°●•~

A/N: Just found out that I got into the school I wanted to go to next year, where I'll be doing drama, so I wrote this as a tiny celebration

She will always try to use her spells to do stuff, even when it's more practical to do them non-magically.

Like, if you get a small cut, she will be getting out her spellbook before you can get a bandaid.

If you say you don't need help, she'll say it's for practise.

"Illi, I'm fine. It's just a papercut." "Please, you know I need to get better at healing spells"

She keeps all of her stuff in one room, although she doesn't label all of it.

She says she knows what's what, although you're pretty sure she's messed up a few potions because of it

But mostly, she has control over it

"What's this?" "Rose thorns." "And this?" "Uh, I think they're eagle beaks?"

If you need a makeover, she'll help you

She might make a potion to make your skin clearer, or your hair less messy

And if you think about dying your hair, she'll help you try different colours to see what's best beforehand

"I'm not sure that fits you that well," "Maybe if you make it a bit lighter?"

She has definitely given you the wrong potion for something at least once

Or put a spell on you she didn't mean to (more on that here)

She will try her best to fix it

Unless she thinks you seem better than usual

"Illi McMillin. Get these cat ears off me now." "But you look so cute!"

Speaking of cats, she definitely has a black cat

She claims the cat is magical as well, but you doubt her

She also claims the cat is very scary and bites, but she will immediately cuddle up in your lap if she can

"Hey little cutie," "She's not a cuddle cat!"

She has so many candles, in different colours, scents and sizes

She has almost burnt her place down because of them

Probably multiple times

And she's not great at organising them

But she's very specific with which one she's using

"Won't this one work?" "No, that's lemon. I'm looking for bergamot, it's somewhere around here"

~•●°●•~

A/N: Sorry if the witchcraft in this is wrong, I don't know that much about it. I mostly based this off of the classic cartoon witch character type.

The hallway was almost empty as you and Maverick were on your way to the showers after a long day. As you walked past a small broom closer, you checked behind you. No one was there. You grabbed his arm and dragged him along with you it.

You closed and locked the door behind him before pushing your lips against his. He leaned back against the wall and kissed you back eagerly. His lips tasted salty from the sweat, both yours and his. Your hands were all over each other, his hair, your back, his shoulder, your neck.

Suddenly, you felt his tongue press against your closed lips. You opened them, letting him enter your mouth. Your tongue slid against his, causing him to let out a small, quiet groan. He pulled away, smirking.

"Couldn't wait until after the showers, huh?" He asked, cocky as always. He didn't even let you answer before he kissed you again, even more passionately now. You couldn't resist reciprocating it, so you kissed him back.

When you eventually needed air, you pulled away. It was your turn to smirk this time.

"I don't think you can say anything, Mav. You seem quite impatient yourself," you replied, giving him a taste of his own medicine by kissing him quickly.

He chuckled into the kiss. You could feel his smile against your lips.

You must've stayed there for twenty minutes, lost in the two of you when you heard footsteps outside.

You pulled away, frozen. You barely dared to breathe. But Maverick was unfazed. He leaned towards you again, placing a kiss square on your lips.

A million choices ran through your head. You could push him away, you could run outside. But you decided on just kissing him back. You figured he would cause less fuss that way.

Luckily, your hypothesis was correct. Your lips stayed locked until the footsteps disappeared.

"You're a dick," you mumbled as you pulled away.

"And yet you're still here with me," he replied smugly.

The walls echoed with every step you took down the empty hall. The mysterious note on your desk only had a time and place on it.

"Gun range. 5 o'clock."

You figured it was from Bond. You certainly hoped so.

You turned the corner at the end of the hall and opened the door marked as the "Gun Range".

Upon entering, you were met with the sight of his back. He had large headphones on, which you understood when he started firing. The sound echoed loudly through the room, causing you to quickly cover your ears with your hands.

Luckily for you, he finished his round, causing him to turn around and notice you.

"There you are," he said with a satisfied smile, taking his headphones off.

"You need to learn how to fire a gun. Do you have any experience?" He asked you, not looking at you as he got more bullets.

"No, sir,' you replied, clasping your hands behind your back. "Only water pistols," you added.

Damnit, why would you say that? You were training to become a spy. You can't say stupid stuff like that. Especially to the man responsible for whether or not you get the job.

You mentally berated yourself, wishing the ground beneath you would swallow you whole when he suddenly smiled and chuckled.

"Water pistols won't help you much in the field, I'm afraid," he said, holding out a real gun for you. "You're gonna use this."

You carefully took the weapon out of his hand, inspecting it. He gave you the round, showing you how to load it. You copied him, successfully loading your own.

"Very good. Now, both hands on it to aim," he continued, holding the gun steady as he pointed it at the target at the end of the room. He then looked over at you expectantly, clearly waiting for you to do the same.

You quickly realised and fumbled to get your hands in the correct position, eventually aiming at the same target. Now it was your turn to look at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you what to do next.

This time, he didn't use words. He simply fired the gun, perfectly hitting the middle of the target without flinching.

He put the gun down on the counter, insinuating it was your turn.

You moved towards the middle of the booth, trying to get a better starting point. You rearranged your grip on the gun, although Bond didn't seem too happy about that.

"No, no, like this," he said. Instead of holding his own gun like you expected, he moved behind you, holding you close. He held his arms over yours, your hand in his. He moved your hands to where they were supposed to be and helped you aim.

You felt his breath against your neck and cheek before he told you to pull the trigger.

You did as he said, letting the bullet fly through the air. Because of his help with the aim, it perfectly hit the head of the target.

"There you go. You're a natural," he said as he took a step away from you. You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

You stayed there for a while, practising more shots with varying degrees of success.

Eventually, Bond checked his watch and said he had to leave.

"You're welcome to stay here if you wish. You're making good process," he said with a smile before heading out the door.

The sun was shining brightly on you and Illi as you stood at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. It was reflecting off of the glitter on her cheek, bathing her in even more light. You couldn't help but stare at how beautiful it made her look.

She turned to face you, smiling. "What?" She asked.

"Nothing, just the glitter. It fits you," you replied. Her smile seemed to grow even more at that. She couldn't get another word in before the bus parked in front of you.

You both got your tickets and sat down together, interlocking your fingers.

You were chatting and laughing, having a good time until a guy walked past you, scowling. He scoffed and rolled his eyes before finding a seat some rows behind you.

You turned to each other, unsure of what to do. You figured it was because of the trans flag pins you were wearing. Illi looked down, ashamed. You squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek.

"Hey, don't mind him. He's just a jerk," you said, laying your head against her. She sighed.

"Yeah, you're right. Still bums me out," she replied, laying her head on yours.

"Mhm. At least it's hopefully gonna get better once we get into the city," you mused, looking down at the matching pink, white, and blue stars on your hands.

~•●°●•~

Rainbow flags were waving everywhere you looked when you arrived in the city centre. Everyone you saw was smiling brightly, including Illi.

You walked around, hand in hand, saying hi to the people you met. You stopped by different stalls along the way, buying some flags, pins, and anything else that caught your eyes.

Eventually, you needed a break. You bought some food together and found a free spot on the grass. You got out a blanket you brought from home and laid it down.

You spent the rest of the day sitting there, chatting, as you were eventually joined Mikey, Ray, and Frank. After a while, you walked around again, emptying your wallet even more before hopping on a bus home.

~•●°●•~

A/N: I've never been to any pride event before (i will one day, trust), so I apologise for any inaccuracies

The factory was warm from all the people and machines. You couldn't count how many drops of sweat you had seen fall from your forehead.

But you had to keep working hard. You just wiped the sweat away with your sleeve. The owner of the factory himself was visiting, and you knew you were at risk of getting fired.

So, you had to keep working, and not complain.

You'd kept an eye on him as he made his way through the different areas of the factory. You'd mentally taken note of who he seemed more satisfied with, and you were planning on how you could talk to him in a respectful way.

While you were in your own world, planning and working, he'd managed to sneak up behind you without you noticing.

"And how's it going here?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard him and felt his breath on your neck. The yelp you let out was embarrassingly high-pitched.

"Christ, sorry, I didn't see you there, Mr. Klinke," you blurted out when you turned around to face him. You realised that was far too casual of a sentence to say to your boss, so you continued speaking before you could think about it further.

"Uhm, everything is going swimmingly here, sir. The seeds are being grinded into the fine powder we need," you continued, pausing your job to crouch down to show him. You struggled with opening the compartment the powder was kept in, but you managed it after an embarrassing amount of time.

He leaned down to inspect it and eventually let out a pleased sound, letting a relief quickly wash over you.

"Very good, young man," he said, slightly smiling to himself. If you didn't know any better, you could've sworn he looked you up and down in a way no Christian married man should. Before you could register that, he spoke again.

"How long have you been working here, exactly?" That caught you off guard. He hadn't asked anyone else that.

"Uh, a little over three years now, sir," you managed to say.

"Ah, well, all the turning of the wheel have done you wonders," he laughed, stretching his arm out to squeeze your bicep to make his point. He seemed to realise the potential consequences of what he did the second he did it.

He immediately froze, his arm having flown back to his side as if he'd burnt himself on you.

"Fuck," he muttered, his face flushing with embarrassment.

In a turn of events that you expected the least, before you could think about the fact you would probably get fired, you found yourself saying:

"You can do it again, I liked it."

This time, it was your turn to freeze. You couldn't lie, you had been thinking about him in ways you shouldn't as he walked around, but you weren't going to basically just tell him that.

Yet here you were.

As you waited for him to yell at you and tell you that you were fired, he didn't. He seemed to be having an internal argument with himself as he slowly made his way closer to you.

You were holding your breath until he quietly whispered to you: "Meet me in my office when you're done with your shift, and I can very well do it again."

He looked at you awaiting an answer. You were too stunned to speak, so you simply nodded.

He nodded as well, mostly to himself, pretending everything was completely normal as he walked over to another employee to talk to them.

At least you didn't get fired.

~•●°●•~

A/N: The most niche fic I have ever made. But I went to Oslo with my mom to see this play (I loved it, btw!) but I was staring at this guy most of the time and just had this idea and needed to get it out.

Finally, she was ready to do the spell. It was a simple one: a shrinking spell.

She put an apple in the designated spot before getting out her spell book. She successfully found the right page and made the final preparations.

She said the words just as the book instructed her to, and closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, the apple was exactly the same. She was puzzled. She'd done everything just like the book said. She was in the middle of rereading the page when she suddenly heard from outside her bedroom door:

"ILLI!"

A high-pitched voice shouting her name. She opened the door to check, and that's when she realised why the apple hadn't shrunk.

You had instead.

She had asked you to wait outside for this exact reason. And yet, here you were, no bigger than her hands.

You stood there on the floor waiting for her to bring you inside and look for the counterspell. How wrong you were.

Instead, she immediately kneeled down in front you, making the face she did when she saw a cute cat.

"Oh my god, you're so cute," she exclaimed with a smile and picked you up before you could even register what was happening.

"What are you doing— No, I'm not cute, Illi! Put me down!" You tried to wrestle yourself out of her hands but immediately stopped when you looked down. In reality, you couldn't have been more than a metre above ground, but from your perspective, it would've been a death sentence to fall.

"No, you're adorable! You're so tiny!" She continued, looking you up and down, noticing how your clothes had also become small.

"Illi, I swear, you better make me big again. I can't just stay like this!" Your head started to flood with thoughts of what could happen. You had school, you had friends, you couldn't just stay like this.

Illi seemed to finally think about the consequences and stood up properly.

"Alright, alright, I'll see if I can find the counterspell," she said, moving the hand she held you in towards the breast pocket of the school uniform she hadn't changed out of yet.

It happened before you could hold on, and you slid inside. It was just big enough that your head was over the top when you stood normally.

"Seriously? You're just gonna keep me in your pocket like this?" You asked, unimpressed.

"It's the safest place for you right now," she said innocently. "You might fall out anywhere else." You had a feeling it was because she could feel you move through the fabric, but you didn't say it.

She walked back to her room, sitting down on her bed with the spellbook in her lap. She flicked through the pages, looking for the counterspell. You patiently stood in her pocket, also looking at the pages.

Time passed, and neither of you saw anything you needed. Spells to turn people into frogs, change their voice, make them fall both in and out of love, but nothing to make them grow.

"I'm sorry, I can't find anything," Illi said when she flipped to the last page.

"Seriously?! Nothing?! How?! There has to be something!" You desperately shouted.

"Well, there might be something in this other book," she remembered. You looked up at that. There was still hope.

"But I don't have it." Of course. There was always something in the way.

"Can you get it? Or at least borrow it?" You asked, still desperate to not be so small.

"I think the library has it," she answered after thinking for a bit.

"Well, can't you get it then?" You asked, hopeful.

"Yeah, I can..." She dragged the last word out as if she didn't want to. You gave her an unimpressed stare and crossed your arms.

"Illi McMillin, you will go and get that book, bring it back and do the spell," you commanded, leaving no room in your tone for her to argue.

"Alright, alright," she sighed, standing up from her desk. The movement caused you to slip, leaving you lying down in her pocket as she got her keys and headed to her car.

Only once she sat down in the front seat was it safe for you to stand up again.

~•●°●•~

Entering the library, you didn't dare to have any more than your eyes poke above the top of her pocket.

She navigated the shelves with expertise until she reached the "Occult" section. She found the book she was after and picked it up. She flicked through the books until she reached a page titled "Growth"

"Happy?" She whispered, discreetly looking down at you.

"Not until you've done it," you whispered back.

She affectionately sighed, chuckled, and headed to check the book out.

~•●°●•~

As you finally got back to her room, she started setting everything up as you watched from a shelf.

"There. Come on, you need to sit here." She picked you up to bring you to the part of the floor decorated with candles, incense, and other witchy stuff you couldn't identify.

"Wait! Should I stand outside instead? Like with the last one?" You asked, not wanting to stay like this due to a mishap.

"No, this doesn't work like that one," she explained, setting the book up beside her to have the spell readily available.

You stood still in the middle of the candles as Illi said the words. You both closed your eyes in suspense.

You opened them after a few seconds. You were still small.

"Illi, it didn't–"

Before you could shout at her, you heard the sound of a small "pop," and you were back to your regular height.

You blinked for a second, taking it in before looking down. The floor was finally a normal amount away. A smile made its way onto your face.

"Thank you, Illi! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You threw your arms around her, repeatedly kissing the side of her face.

She was startled but quickly moved to hold around you as well.

"We're never doing that again," you chuckled, leaning on her shoulder. She moved back to face you, making puppy eyes.

"Are you sure?" She asked, clearly already missing it.

"Very."

~•●°●•~

A/N: Holy cow, I just wrote most of this in one day (a lot for me)

I can't remember where the idea of witch!Illi came from, but I knew I wanted to write it as quickly as possible.

The wind was biting your skin as you stood outside your home. Wilson should be on his way to pick you up for the date. You didn't know what it was yet. He said it would be a surprise.

As you were lost in thought, trying to guess where you were going, you heard the rumble of the car arriving and parking in front of you.

You walked over, opening the door to the passenger side, and got in.

~•●°●•~

Neon lights were shining bright on your face outside the bowling alley as you stepped out of the car.

"Bowling, huh?" You asked as you got out of the car, looking over at him. He frowned, a worried look spreading over his face.

"Well, we can go somewhere else if you want that. I think there's a nice restaurant somewhere close," he said, his voice slightly panicked.

"No no, I love bowling," you tried reassuring him. "Just didn't figure it was your thing."

He seemed relieved by that and laughed before you both headed inside.

You went to get shoes for both of you, while Wilson went to get a lane.

Once you got to playing, you had the most fun you've had in a while. Even if you mostly ended up throwing gutter balls, having James there, also failing, made it a great evening.

~•●°●•~

Eventually, you finished your game, ending up tying. You were heading back to the car when you both noticed the arcade there. You exchanged one look before simultaneously walking over there.

You scraped together the coins you had in your pockets before going to the machines.

You went first to a claw machine, your eyes set on a specific stuffed animal. You put the coin in the slot and started moving the joystick. You were about to press the button when Wilson stopped you.

"Wait, there's a trick to this. You have to press on the left side of the button," he explained, doing it as he spoke.

The claw descended, grabbing the stuffed animal before rising again. The stuffed animal stayed in its grip before dropping into the designated chute.

You took it out, holding it gently in your arms. "Thank you," you said, smiling.

"Oh, no, I didn't do much. You're the one who lined it up, I just pushed-"

You didn't let him say anything more as you pressed your lips to his, one hand gently holding his face. He seemed to freeze at first, but soon, he started reciprocating the kiss, carefully moving his lips against yours.

He was blushing when you eventually pulled away.

"You need to stop speaking so badly about yourself," you said, trying to hide the fact that you were slightly flustered.

"Yeah, I've been told that before," he nervously chuckled. "Although no one has told me like that."

"Well, it was effective. And if I'm not wrong, you seemed to like it," you teased. His face flushed again, only proving you right.

"Yeah, you're not wrong," he admitted, his face still a light shade of red.

"Meaning you wouldn't mind if I did it again?" You asked, desperately hoping you weren't embarrassing yourself.

"Not at all," he smiled.

And so you did.

Again and again and again, as long as you could, until both of you realised neither of wanted to be seen kissing like teenagers in an arcade.

You ended up back in his car, where you continued for far longer, until the stars came out.

~•●°●•~

A/N: A bit delayed, sorry, but I hope it was worth it.