Willow

You've been in the acting industry for a little while now, having gotten some small but notable roles in The Walking Dead, Supernatural, House M.D., hell- even Glee. But despite your relatively good line of roles, your career was quickly fizzling out as the typecast you once filled was replaced with newer, younger actors.

Which is why your agent suggested doing some music videos, saying it would be an easy casting call. You were experienced enough, and the bar wouldn't be high. It was easy money, really. That's how you ended up here, in this uncomfortable costume, on set for Fall Out Boy's "Where Did The Party Go?" music video.

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You sigh, tugging at the hem of your stereotypical sexy nurse costume, attempting to cover your ass while the director goes over some last-minute changes made to the script.

You remember a few of the band's earlier albums, having only heard them from younger cousins and friends' little siblings. That said, you wouldn't really consider yourself even the most casual of fans. It just wasn't really your genre. Not that they were horrid; you just preferred other artists.

Whatever, you're here regardless of being a fan or not. Doesn't stop you from wishing you were on some other set with an artist you actually knew. You can't help but start going through a list of artists and songs you love, little fantasies of what roles you could play, what stories could be told if only given the opportunity.

The director snaps his fingers, knocking you out of your train of thought. "Got it?" An embarrassed flush creeps up your neck. You give an awkward smile, "Uh- one more time?" That draws a tired sigh from the director as he begins to repeat himself.

"Your role," he makes a sharp point towards you, "you're a zombie-like nurse from this hospital." Now gesturing to the set, his tone is condescending, like he has to dumb it down just for you to understand.

"Stump here," using his thumb to point at the bloody blond man with a fake hook for a hand that stood beside the two of you, "He is basically tripping balls, so what he's seeing isn't reality. You are part of said trip. In actuality, he's hunting down Wentz, Trohman, and Hurley." He raises a brow at you, making sure you're actually listening, continuing only after you give a short nod.

"Most of the video, you'll be stumbling in the background like a zombie, but thanks to Wentz, you have a bigger part at the beginning of the video," he sighs, clearly not the happiest that such last-minute changes had been made to his already perfect vision. "He would like you to straddle Stump on the operating table. You have to make a show, dance a little," he makes a vague gesture with his hands. "Just- 'be sexy,' as Wentz put it. Got it?"

You give a nod, crossing your arms. You definitely didn't sign up to lap dance the lead singer, but as long as everyone was ok with it and you got paid, what's the harm? Patrick was cute, after all, so you sure as hell weren't complaining.

The director then turned to Patrick. "Got it?" he repeated. This seemed to knock Patrick out of his own daze, blinking at the director with a soft "Hm?" giving an exhausted groan, the director waved his hand dismissively. "You've gone over it in your own time, and I repeated it twice; I'm sure you got the gist," the overworked man mumbled, leaving with his fingers pressed against his temple.

Patrick gave the director a strained, apologetic smile, cursing himself for getting so distracted by the barely dressed woman in front of him.

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Patrick was a respectful man, no doubt. He made a conscious effort never to make anyone uncomfortable, always making his stance on important topics known. Being one of the few in his genre who stayed true to his beliefs, he never used his status or fame for the wrong reasons. He was raised with morals and stuck to them.

That said, he was still a man. A man with eyes. A man with a type that you fit into perfectly. He couldn't help but get just slightly distracted.

Pete, of course, knew Patrick's type. He had never told Pete outright; no, he felt weird about confessing his preferences. But seeing as Pete had always been Patrick's unwanted wingman at random bars, he learned Patrick's type fast.

Despite his many embarrassed protests at clubs across the country, on the rare occasion, Pete's games worked. The very few times Patrick actually went home with someone in his arms were when the ladies looked similar to you.

Hey, having a type isn't a crime, right?

That's why, when Pete saw you, he just had to jump into his wingman duties. He was quick to scribble his additions to the script and shove it in the director's face. With a little bit of begging and a lot of power play, the director added the changes for the sake of his job.

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The scene was set up, the lights a mix of fluorescent pinks and eye-numbing purples, all actors in place. Patrick was in the flow of things already, having completed several scenes that day; he was warmed up and ready to give his all.

Pete, wanting to see the poor blonde man's reaction firsthand, made sure to watch the scene from afar. After all, he knew full well Patrick would connect the dots and didn't want to be in range of getting absolutely brutalized for setting up his best friend.

"Action!" is called out, music starting up to keep everyone on cue.

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Patrick stumbles into the pink room, mouthing the lyrics dramatically as he finds you, the nurse, finishing up procedures on a zombie-like man lying on the operating table. As you push the man off, Patrick begins to stagger towards you.

Patrick is trying to make sense of his surroundings, looking around in a stupor. Taking advantage of his confused state, you're quick to grab onto the lapel of his leather jacket, pulling him towards you. Now, practically chest to chest, you hitch your knee up to rest on the operating table before pushing the dazed man onto the already warm surface.

The admittedly rough shove catches him off guard, gasping at being manhandled. Just slightly out of character now, he forgets he's supposed to sing the lyrics for the scene. He's quick to try to get refocused, though, continuing to look around from his seated position on the operating table, despite his frazzled mind.

You let the moment linger before the next cue starts up, shoving him down on the table. The cameras focus on his form fighting against your grip, locked on his face before lifting to you, catching the moment your figure straddles his.

The second your leg swings over his hips, he realizes he missed some very important updates when the director was going over the script earlier.

His breath holds when he looks up at you, now grinding against him in a confidence that makes him lightheaded. The zipper of your costume is only half done; the swell of your chest is practically popping out of the costume, being accentuated by the bright lights and the red lace that barely covers you.

The bottom half isn't much better, being slightly bunched up; his eyes catch sight of your matching lace panties. He forces his head to turn to the side, not being able to look at you any longer without passing out then and there.

This, of course, immediately backfires when his gaze finds how your thighs are barely contained in your costume's thigh-highs.

He's doing everything in his power not to get too excited, to stay in the scene, to be a normal fucking person. He tries to keep himself in character by thrashing under your weight like the script said, cursing Pete in his head for putting him in this situation.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you-oh god-fuck you.

He's too in his head, flailing around so absentmindedly that it starts to look overdone. Your hands move to press down on his shoulders, staying in character yet needing to bring him back into the scene before the director calls for a reshoot.

The pressure makes his head roll back, his back arching just slightly as a low groan leaves his lips. A sound that he immediately regrets and prays no one, especially you, heard. The action did its job, though, as now he was painfully aware of his surroundings.

He was back in his role, making purposeful yet unpredictable movements. You give a soft smile when his eyes meet yours in recognition, a silent "thank you" shared between the pair before you go back into action.

Hand on his lapel again, you dance a bit more freely. Hips rolling in circular motions that read as you riding him. Your free hand now wanders, starting on his thigh behind you, to his neck, up to your hair as you look down at him with a smirk.

If he wasn't hot and ready before, he sure as hell was now. He can only hope you don't feel the twitch of his hips beneath you, that you don't notice his poorly hidden arousal.

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"Cut!"

The scene wrapped up after what felt like forever. Patrick had only been able to power through by telling himself that if they got it done right the first time, they wouldn't need to reshoot this hellish scene.

The sexy act you put on had disappeared quickly. Half-lidded eyes and pouty lips turned soft and sweet as you mumbled a soft apology to Patrick, climbing off the table. He went limp for a moment, his hand sliding down his face with a sigh, his legs bent in a way to hide the obvious tent.

He lifted his hand off his face to notice some of his makeup had lifted from how hard he was sweating, softly cursing as he sat up, hopping off the table, before excusing himself to his dressing room trailer to take care of his makeup.

Only his makeup.

Nothing else.

A/N: part 2 :D

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.

you decide to skip school today simply because... well you just didn't feel like it. you were just chilling in your room, re-painting your nails you were too focused to even notice your bedroom door opened and a certain someone snuck in until you felt a tap on your shoulder obviously frightened you whipped your head in that direction only to see your girlfriend, Illi "what the FUCK man? you scared the shit out of me-" Illi let out a little giggle at that "sorryyyyy i just missed you so much" she sat down on the bed next to you and nudged you slightly "why did you leave me alone huh? i thought i was gonna die of loneliness." she gives you a over exaggerated frown before leaving a tiny peck on your cheek "sorry i just felt extremely out of it today... plus you had your friends didnt you?" you say as you raise a brow and Illi just stares at you like you just said the stupidest thing ever, she cups your face before saying "i wanted YOU though." and gives you another tiny peck but on your lips this time

you just sat there and stared at each other for a while before you remembered "ah shit thats right i was in the middle of painting my nails-" that's when Illi looks down at your hands and notices you've done like.. only three nails "you want me to paint them for you? cuz I'll be honest they look pretty bad..." you scrunch up your nose at that and look at your right hand and well... yeah they do look pretty bad "i mean if you know any better McMillin." you offer her your right hand and she takes it gently in hers, she grabs the nail polish brush and starts to do your nails fully focused and as carefully as possible to not mess up

"alright im done... with the first coat- ugh" she lays down on the bed fed up "why does black nail polish have to look so shitty with one coat?!?" you just admire her, messy hair and makeup, clearly tired from school, oh and those gorgeous eyes that you could stare into for hours and hours- "hello?? you still here?" you could feel your cheeks heat up a little once you get snapped back into reality "ah- yep still here... sorry i was just zoning out" you could notice Illi squinting her eyes a bit, yep highly doubting it "right well i was just gonna remind you to try to NOT fuck up your nails, you somehow always manage to do that every single damn time." she was right about that and it's not like its on purpose, your luck is just that bad "i mean... I'll try but my jaw really itches right now." Illi lets out a groan at that "seriously dude." she scratches your jaw and while she does look pissed off you know damn well she's enjoying this as much as you are

"ok cmon let's do the second coat" you look at her wide-eyed "it hasn't even had time to dry what are you on????" she lets out a tiny giggle "mmm... maybe a bit of weed? nah im joking" you push her lightly "man fuck you." she raises an eyebrow at that "woah, calm down babe" you scrunch your nose in disgust "don't call me that! it sounds icky." she lets out a goofy gasp clearly pretending to be offended "ICKY??? wow im hurt, i thought you loved me." you squint looking at her confused "i do though." she pinches your nose for absolute no reason "i know you do, anyway let's just watch something while we wait for your first coat to dry." she grabs the remote turning the tv on "well... we could watch FROM im still on season 2." Illi sits there for a bit thinking "huh, alright bet"

○ It was a cute area, but the news didn't talk about how it was slowly infested with the living dead.

○ You guys couldn't do much, the lamp you brought for the cute date stopped working. You had to run in the dark.

○ Running in darkness, the both of you kept pushing, you looked back not knowing there was a zombie infront of you. Illi yelled and ran faster, using her body to block the bite that was meant to be on your shoulder.

○ Her cries echoed out in the forest, you looked around, taking a stone and ramming it against the zombie's head. It felt..soft? In a way. The head of it split open and it's jaw when lax, allowing Illi to pull her arm away.

○ You were shaking, your right hand that held the stone was covered in blood, not the red you knew. It was almost brown-ish. Immediately you dropped the stone. Moving to Illi to check on her.

○ "Fuck, FUCK! Illi, we- we can bring you to the hospital. There's a bus stop not far from here. We can- stop a car. PLEASE! LET'S GO-" You yelled, tears streaming down your eyes as she looked down at the bite. She knew.

○ "No,no,no. We..I can't- I'll be killed. I would be put down because..there's no cure.. " Illi muttered before looking at you, through unshed tears. You shook your head, trying to bring her up to her feet. Ignoring the gruesome bite on her arm. You could see her flesh ripped a little, blood dripping down onto the grass.

○ Illi didn't listen, heading back home with you following behind her. She washed up in her bathroom in her room. You sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at your lap. Afraid of what will happen after this.

○ A few moments later, you guys sat on the bed, side my side. Illi looking at you profile. "Yeah, I chose this- We both know that there isn't a cure for this and I- I don't want to go to the hospital where the only solution is them just.. killing me. Call me selfish but I want to be with you, sweet thing."

○ A week went by, you could see Illi slowly changing ovrtime. However, she didn't want to worry you. She still kissed you lovingly - treating you right. Just being the Illi you know and love.

○ But you could see, you were losing her. She was slower now, she was not understanding certain stuff. She sounds tired when she speaks. She was..slowly disappearing and all you could do was just sit and watch.

○ Then, everything changed when she was stopped eating the food you made. At night she disappears, and comes back home, all clean and such but when you look at her even closer. Her finger nails were covered in blood under them. Her clothes sometimes would have drops of blood. She says she feels full when she hasn't even eaten anything yet.

○ You knew. You knew and you didn't want to come to terms with it. It was horrible. You cried your heart out as Illi was making gurgling noises from the other side of the door. She was worried. She needed to be there with you.

○ Illi slammed on the door, fuck she is still her! She is! Even if her skin was grey, her veins visible- her bones that could be traced and felt over her skin. She is still Illi. Please.

○ You didn't open the door the whole night. Falling asleep after that whole crying session. You opened the door to check on Illi. She was on the floor. Huffing and puffing.

○Your hand touched the back of her back. Before you could utter a word, sher head snapped. Your eyes widened. She's gone.

It isn't Illi anymore. It's just her body but mentally. She's long gone. You yelled, you shake her. Stupid of you but what can you do- you just wanted her back. Illi's nails sink into your arm, digging and scratching your skin. Blood oozing out. You didnt care. Your eyes shed tears as you cup her face. You looked at her with a soft smile before pressing a kiss against her chapped lips.

"I'll miss you so much Illi. I love you."

Illi didn't reply, she just groaned and swung at you, grabbing you tightly on your shoulders, pushing you down. All you could do is smile at her as her teeth clenched on the side of your neck. You grind your teeth to hild back your screams. Your arms wrapped around her, closing your eyes to let yourself be hers once more.

This life failed you and Illi.

Hopefully in another. You could experience the love you were horrendously ripped from.

WAIT THIS WAS FUN!! THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS COOL ASS IDEA!! HEHEHE !! STAY HYDRATED!! ILYSM!! ILL SEE YOU ON THE NEXT ONE!!