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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 (If not specified, it'll probably be Brosnan)

Q (Ben Whishaw)

Merlin

Arthur

Merlin

Gwaine

Gwen

Morgana

Other

Illi McMillin

Jeremy Capello

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."

~•●°●•~

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.

"GAIUS!"

The door slammed into the wall as the prince of Camelot stormed into your chambers, one hand tightly holding his bicep. Blood was seeping through the space between his fingers.

"Gaius is out at the moment, I'm afraid, sire. But if your wound is what needs treating, I assure you that I can help," you said, avoiding eye contact. You'd never spoken with him before. Gaius was always the one to take care of him if he got hurt.

"Yeah, alright," he said with a sigh, walking over to you. You felt your heartbeat speed up. The actual prince of Camelot was there in front of you, talking to you.

You gestured for him to sit on the bench while you went to get supplies. You turned back to him, still clutching his bleeding arm. "Okay, I just need you to remove your hand, sire," you said timidly. "Oh. Yeah." He moved his hand away, leaving the wound to drip with blood. You got a cloth to clean it up before wrapping some fabric around it to stop the bleeding.

"There. Now you're all fixed up again, sire," you said, taking a step away from him. "Although you probably should limit your movement in that arm for a few days," you mentioned when he tried to move it.

"Pfft, this is nothing. Believe me, I've had worse injuries," he scoffed, but clearly had to avoid making a pained noise when he tried to mimic swinging his sword.

"Of course, sire," you replied politely, biting your cheek to avoid laughing. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice. The room went quiet as neither of you knew what to say. Arthur eventually just stood up, keeping his arm as still as possible as he headed towards the door.

~•●°●•~

You heard chattering all around you as you navigated your way through the crowd. You were struggling with carrying your bags inside, one in each hand. You knew where to go, as your grandfather had told you the directions, but you were struggling to make your way through the crowd of children saying goodbye to their parents.

Eventually, you found your room, with only two beds, two desks, and two closets. Your roommate hadn't arrived yet, so you started unpacking, trying to block out all the noise from the hallway.

~•●°●•~

Once you were finished unpacking, you hadn't even gotten out of the door when a figure appeared, leaning against the doorframe. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and his tie was messily done. Against your best wishes, you couldn't help but think about how handsome he was.

"Hi. Didn't realise we had a new student this year," he said, looking you up and down. "Charlie Dalton, nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand towards you.

Charlie Dalton. You'd heard that name before. He was the one your grandfather had warned you specifically not to talk to. Apparently, he barely followed the rules and just did his own thing. Your grandfather could barely stand him.

If you were being honest, when your grandfather had told you that, you didn't think he sounded that bad, but you couldn't tell him that. So you had just nodded along.

But in the back of your mind, you had mostly been excited to meet him. So as he stood before you, you were thinking you could get along very well.

"Nice to meet you too," you replied, shaking his hand. You introduced yourself, but avoided saying your last name. He didn't seem to notice.

He glanced behind him at all the people in the hallway. "Wanna go outside? I know a less cramped place," he offered. You felt that anywhere would be better than in there, so you accepted and followed him outside.

You made your way through the crowd, eventually reaching the fresh air. You followed him around the school, where he led you into a small corner, away from everyone.

The view was nice. There was a big lake there, and some trees. As you enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight on your face, you suddenly saw his hand in front of your face, holding a box of cigarettes.

Looking up at his face, you saw he had already taken one for himself, still offering one to you. You took one for yourself as he pulled out a lighter, lighting his cigarette before handing it to you.

You lit your cigarette before handing his lighter back to him. You brought it to your lips, inhaling the smoke.

He started talking, telling you everything about the school. Who tells, who doesn't, and what teachers give out extra credit.

Suddenly, you heard an all too familiar voice shouting your name. You immediately put your cigarette out, and in your peripheral view, you saw Charlie doing the same.

"Mr. Nolan, what are you doing here? I've told you specifically not to talk with this delinquent," you heard your grandfather say as he angrily walked towards you.

"And now I see you alone with him? Snuck off from everyone else?" You held your head down, not wanting to look him in the face.

"Nolan?" Charlie asked, confused.

"Yes," your grandfather said. "This boy is my grandson, and I will not see him around a rebel such as yourself."

Charlie put his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, Mr. Nolan. I'll make sure to stay away from him," Charlie said, although you could tell he wasn't going to.

Your grandfather didn't seem to notice, though. He just nodded and turned his attention to you.

"Now, since it's your first day, I won't make a big deal out of it, but if I see you with him again, I will call your father. Is that understood?" His tone made it clear that there was only one acceptable answer.

"Yes, sir," you said, not meeting his eyes.

He seemed pleased with that and put his arm around your shoulder to lead you back into the school. But just before you turned, you saw Charlie giving you a small wink.

You knew you would definitely be seeing him again

~•●°●•~

I've never smoked before (and I don't condone it) so that might be written wrong

Your room was quiet when you entered. It looked the same as usual, except Neil was there, sitting by your desk. He was writing something, presumably homework.

"Hi," you said, putting your books away and sitting down on the bed next to him. "What are you doing?" He looked up at you when you sat down and put his pencil away. "Just some latin. How was your day?" He asked, closing his book and turning to properly face you now.

"Same as always. Although it got far better after I got back here to you," you replied, moving your hand to lay on his with a small smile. He frowned slightly and moved his hand away. You let out a small huff of air.

"It's fine, Neil. It's just us in here. I've even locked the door," you said, putting your hand back on his. This time he didn't move it away, but instead he intertwined his fingers with yours.

"I know it's fine, but I just can't help but think about my dad," he sighed, letting you softly stroke your thumb over his hand. "He just hammered it into my head that this is wrong, that I shouldn't kiss another boy. And now I can't stop hearing his voice in my head whenever I'm with you," he admitted.

You couldn't help but feel your heart sink at that. You couldn't even imagine how bad his upbringing had been. You knew your father wouldn't be happy if he found out either, but he was not as bad as Mr. Perry.

"Well, doesn't it feel nice to finally do something that he didn't decide for you for once?" You ask, trying to get his mind onto something better. He seemed to perk up at that, at least slightly. "I suppose it does, yeah."

"And you don't have to worry about him now, okay? He's not here right now, and you don't have to meet him until summer. Right now it's just you and me," you reminded him, and you brought him to sit beside you on your bed. He finally smiled.

The room was crowded as you entered the main room of MI6. You found yourself filled with both nervousness and excitement, but you managed to keep a straight face as you headed to the room where you had been told to meet for your first day of training.

When you got there, you saw a group of people there your age. They must be the other trainees. Beside them you saw some older looking people; the trainers. A lady walked out, clapping to quiet the chit-chat in the room.

"Welcome trainees," she said, her voice ringing through the room. "Your training will last three months. Two months of training here, and one month in the field." You nodded to yourself, taking in the information. You zoned out after that though. You spent your time looking at the trainers instead, trying to figure out any sign to find out who was your trainer, unsuccessfully.

"Now, you will all be put with your trainers," the woman said, pulling out a notepad. She read the names of the trainees and their trainers, and they all coupled up. Eventually you heard your name, and you found out that your trainer was none other than the infamous James Bond. You looked across the room and locked eyes with him. You walked over to him, stopping a respectable distance in front of him.

"I'm Agent 007. James Bond. I'll be the one training you," he said, holding his hand out to you. You reached out your own and shook it, introducing yourself. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr Bond." You didn't have time to get another word in before the woman in charge spoke up again. "Now, each trainer has their own program. You may start."

Everyone walked towards the door, including Bond. He turned his head around, seeing that you were still standing in your spot. "Are you coming?" You walked over to him, following behind him.

"Where are we going?" You asked, looking around at all the people walking about. "I figured we should start with a tour," he replied, not looking back at you.

He showed you around the building, introducing you to the people who were soon to be your colleagues. You visited the cafeteria, the gym, the gun range, the Q branch and eventually you got to the garage.

He walked over to a silver Aston Martin in the corner, and opened the passenger door for you. He held his hand up, inviting you in.

"Care for a ride?" He asked.

You internally debated on what to do. You knew this probably wasn't something he was supposed to do according to the rules.

Did you really want to drive off on your first day?

Yes, you eventually decided, and walked over to the car.

"As long as you take the blame if we get caught."

~•●°●•~

The day seemed to stretch on forever as you stood behind the counter, letting your mind wander, mostly to the thought of Dr. Wilson. How you wanted to hold his hand, kiss his lips, hug him-

"Hello?" You were snapped back to reality by a voice. You recognised the face as Dr. Cameron.

"Yes, sorry. Just zoned out," you said, turning on your customer service voice. "How can I help you?"

"It's Wilson," she said, her voice flat. "You need to go out with him."

You were taken aback by that. You blinked a few times, trying to process her words before you could mutter out your own.

"What? That's completely–"

She interrupted you before you could anything else. "Please. He's so lovesick because of you. He's constantly zoned out and daydreaming. I think he's written out more prescriptions just so he can see you."

You hadn't realised any of this. You only figured he had a lot of patients. But that he did it to see you? You were sure your heart skipped a few beats.

"Really? Me? I mean, this pharmacy's just the closest to his office. And he has a lot of patients, I'm sure it's nothing personal," you said, trying to find any reason to disprove what she said.

"No, he keeps mentioning you. He says it if you've done anything with your hair or that you're wearing a new shirt." Seriously? Even if you haven't worked at PPTH that long, you figured that wasn't something people did when talking about each other.

"And it seems like you kind of like him back," she continued. Your face immediately flushed. Were you that obvious? "Well, I—"

"Please. Just one date. For everyone's sake," she interrupted you. You wanted to come with a rebuttal, but her pager went off, and she just walked away, leaving you confused.

Was all that real? Did you just dream it? Was it a prank? Did Wilson really like you? Should you do as she said?

You decided that you would. If he said no, at least you could try to get over him. You could go back to night shifts if you needed to avoid him.

~•●°●•~

The door to the pharmacy made a click as you closed it. Your shift was finally over. You started walking down the hallway as you heard footsteps catching up to you. It was Wilson.

"Mind if we walk together to the parking lot?" He asked, like it was the most casual thing ever. Like you did this every day.

"No, please. Busy day?" You asked, trying to make some simple small talk.

"Not more than usual," he replied simply. You knew how busy he was.

The conversation went smoothly from there until you reached his car. You'd said goodbye when you realised this was the perfect opportunity.

"One more thing." He paused before he fully got into his car and stood up. He looked at you, waiting to hear what you were going to say.

You stepped closer, taking a few breaths as you mentally prepared yourself. Your brain went through a million different ways you could ask, but you decided on just going for it.

"Would you wanna go out sometime?"

He looked surprised. You were about to just excuse yourself or take it back, but he spoke first.

"I'd like that. But are you sure you want to?"

It was your turn to be surprised. Why would you not want to?

"I mean, I've been divorced three times, and we're both very busy with our jobs."

"That's fine with me. And we can always meet for lunch," you suggested. He chuckled at that but nodded.

"Okay then. Should we just figure out a time and place over text then?"

"Yeah. I'll see you around," you said, smiling at him before turning around and walking to your car.

~•●°●•~

"I got the role!" You shouted with joy as you entered Illi's room. She practically jumped up from her bed when she heard, throwing her arms around you. She knew how much you wanted this; she'd been there for the hours you spent practising and memorising your lines.

"See? I told you you had nothing to worry about!" She pulled away from the hug, but kept her hands firmly put on your shoulders, looking you directly in the eyes. "I meant what I said by the way. I would put worms in the director's shoes if they didn't give you the role."

You let out a chuckle at that, but you knew her well enough to know that she was completely serious.

~•●°●•~

A few weeks later, you were well into rehearsals when one day, you saw Illi in the back of the room while you were performing your monologue. When the director called for a short break, you ran over to her, sitting on the seat beside her.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" She looked at you confused. "I wanted to see you act. The director hasn't made a rule against visitors, right?" She asked, smiling.

"Of course not," you chuckled, putting your head on her shoulder. You looked down at her lap, where you saw her hands covering a piece of paper. "What are you drawing?" You pointed at the paper.

She looked down at it, having seemingly forgotten about it. She lifted her hands up av gave it to you.

It was a drawing of the stage, with all the curtains and stage decor. And in the middle of it was you. By yourself. She must have drawn it while you were performing your monologue.

"Holy shit Illi, this is beautiful! You did this just now?" She nodded. "You like it?" You threw you arms around her. "Illi, I love it! How are you this talented? It's beautiful!"

Her smile widened at that, and she was about to say something when the director called for everyone to get back to their places. You gave her a quick kiss goodbye before running back to the stage.

~•●°●•~

The day of the opening performance was finally here, after months of rehearsing.

Backstage was a mess, actors running back and forth, touching up their makeup and putting their costumes on. Eventually the lights dimmed and the show started. You had a few minutes before your first scene, which you spent quietly messing around with the other people there.

Eventually you headed up on the stage. Against all odds, it all went smoothly, everyone remembered their lines, no one missed their cues.

And then, it was time for your monologue. While you were performing, you spotted Illi in the crowd, on the first row. She was beaming. She looked so proud.

~•●°●•~

"You were amazing!" Illi yelled, running towards you after the show. She threw her arms around you, almost causing you to fall over. "That monologue was just brilliant."

"You mean it?" You asked her as you pulled away from the hug. She nodded so much you were afraid she was going to break her neck.

You were about to say something more when she turned to pull something out of her bag: a small flower boquet.

"Here! I picked them myself on the way here," she said as she handed them to you. She took out one of them from the bunch and put it behind you ear.

"Thank you Illi. Honestly," you said, holding her hand in yours as you left the theatre. She squeezed your hand and smiled. She looked as if she was about to say something, but she opted for just kissing you instead.

~•●°●•~

When you opened your fridge, you couldn't help but feel the disappointment running through your body.

You were out of milk.

You really didn't feel like going out today, but you needed some milk for your lunch.

You reluctantly got somewhat properly dressed, shrugging on a jacket and a pair of shoes before heading out the door.

It wasn't that far to your local store, but today, it felt like you had to walk for miles and miles.

When you finally got there after what felt like a small eternity, you navigated your way to the dairy aisle, picking up some snacks on the way.

You opened one of the glass doors to the shelves of milk, and just as you reached out to take a gallon, a hand gripped around your wrist from the other side.

You let out a yelp, dropping your things as you pulled your arm back, falling to the ground.

Before you could even get your breath back, you saw a pair of eyes through the crack between the shelves. You'd seen those eyes before. It was...

"Jeremy!? The hell was that for!? You scared the shit out of me!" You said, your pulse still hammering in your chest.

He ran to the side, and then crashed out of the "Staff Only" door, running over to you.

"I'm sorry," he said, putting his hand on your arm again. "I thought you saw me."

Before you could reply, he started picking up your stuff, stumbling over his own feet as he did. Eventually he got them all collected and sat beside you again, where you had finally got your breathing and pulse back to normal.

"Just don't scare me like that again, okay?" You asked, voice quiet.

"I'm a vampire, scaring people is what I'm supposed to do!"

You had been looking forward to today for a while. But your excitement quickly faded once you felt that familiar wet pool between your legs. You'd forgotten it was starting today. When you reached an arm to the other side of the bed, it was cold. You figured James was in the living room.

You reluctantly dragged yourself to the bathroom, trying to ignore the feeling of the blood between your legs and the aching in your lower belly. You got to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up before putting on a different set of clothes.

You went into the living room, where James indeed was, reading a book on the couch. He looked up when you entered, smiling. You mustered the energy to give him a half smile before dropping down on the couch beside him.

"You okay?" He asked, the concern clear in his voice. He put down his book and put his arm around you.

"I'm fine, I just got my period," you mumbled. You didn't see it, but in that exact moment, his eyes widened greatly. He had no clue what to do in this situation. He knew what it was, obviously, and he knew what to do in theory: heating pads, painkillers, and chocolate, but in practice, he was clueless.

When he was married, he never did any of this. His wives had barely ever mentioned it. Did you expect him to fix everything for you? Would that make it seem like he didn't think you could take care of yourself?

You looked up at him, completely zoned out, eyes glued to a random spot on the wall.

You waved a hand in front of his face. "You in there, James?" That snapped him out of it. "Yeah, just, uhm, zoned out."

You sat up, cocking an eyebrow as you looked him up and down.

"James? Is my period making you nervous?" His eyes widened again, cheeks blushing pink by your forwardness.

"No, not at all, I, uh—" You leaned in, kissing him, putting him out of his word-stumbling misery.

"No, you totally are! A doctor getting queasy over a period?" You leaned against him again, laughing at the irony.

He didn't even try to deny this time. He just put his arm around you again.

~•●°●•~

"Morning!" Keating said to you when he entered the teachers office. You greeted him back and smiled. He poured his coffee before sitting next to you on the couch, slightly closer than necessary.

"So, have you moved on to Shakespeare yet, or are you still on Whitman?" You asked him, taking a sip of your drink. "Still on Whitman, of course, hard to move on from him," he replied with that sly smile he always had. "And you're teaching the American Revolution now, aren't you?" Of course he knew. He always remembered what you told him. You nodded, and you continued chatting.

He told you about one of the poems he was reading with the students, gesticulating wildly with his hands as he did so, putting his entire soul into his performance. Eventually, he settled down again, but this time, he ever so subtly put one of his hands high up on your thigh.

Your face flushed red, and you looked around, checking that nobody was there, even though you already knew no one was. "Keating, you can't do-" "Please, call me John," he interrupted, smiling and giving your thigh a soft pat. He checked his watch. "Afraid I'll have to leave now," he said before exiting the room, leaving you blushing with the memory of his touch.

~•●°●•~

"Until tomorrow, you have to answer questions 1 through 20 on page 125," you told your class, ignoring their groans.

"Any questions?" No movement from them.

"Alright. In that case, I'll let you leave a couple of minutes then. You're free to stay here too if you want." Unsurprisingly, most of the students left as quick as possible, but seven of them stayed behind. They formed a small group in the back of the classroom but didn't pull out their books as you had thought they would.

This piqued your interest, causing you to walk over to them. You heard them mention Mr. Keating. "History and english go well together, don't they?" They immediately went quiet when you appeared behind them.

"What are you talking about, boys?" They all clearly seemed nervous and ashamed to answer you, except for Mr. Dalton.

"We were just talking about you and Mr. Keating, sir," he said without any hesitation. The other boys seemed petrified by his behaviour, but he barely batted an eye.

You were taken aback by this; they were talking about you and Keating? Did they know how you felt about him? Had they seen you in the teacher's office. Your mind started spiralling with thoughts of getting fired if they told Mr. Nolan.

"You both seem to like each other. He was going on about how great of a teacher you are," he continued. You felt a weight off your shoulders at that before you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. He'd been talking about you? In class? You were honoured.

That was when the bell rang. You ushered them out of the classroom before getting ready for your next lesson.

~•●°●•~

The hallway was quiet as you walked, and only the sound of your footsteps could be heard. All the students in your hallway were (supposedly) asleep.

You were turning a corner when you suddenly bumped into someone, causing you to tumble backwards a couple of steps when a hand caught you on the small of your back.

"Didn't see you there," Keating, or rather, John, said when you got back on your feet. He didn't move his hand, though.

"Sorry about that," you replied with a chuckle. "Are you alright?" He lightly brushed his jacket with one hand before replying. "Yes, perfectly fine. Even better than before now that you're here." He winked at you. A full-on wink.

You were starting to wonder if he actually liked you. And if he did, what he was doing was very dangerous. If you were caught, you'd be fired on the spot. Perhaps that was what made this whole arrangement so intriguing to you.

"Well, I'm glad to hear. All the students asleep in your section?" You keep your tone normal, but as you spoke, you slid your hand up his arm, ending up behind his neck.

He didn't seem phased by this at all. He moved his arm that wasn't already on your back, up around your neck.

You barely kept your cool when he leaned towards you, gently pressing his lips against yours. You could practically feel the spark running through your whole body before the rational part of your brain took over and you pulled away.