[C-3PO]’d only been trying to make a small talk, and certainly it wasn’t his fault that he mistook the Lord of the Sith for a new model of Guard Droid. He was really only trying to pay a compliment […].
Summary: Richie Tozier finds himself in a sticky situation and is forced to hide in a closet for safety. He wasn’t expecting to find the space already occupied, and he defiantly wasn’t expecting to enjoy the company so much.
A/N: I actually hate this chapter, it is such a filler. I mean it’s leading somewhere but god, get on with it. Oh well, let us go on!!!!
Richie looked at his clock, noticing how late
he was running. He cursed, hurrying through his door as fast as his feet would
take him. The truck door slammed against his leg, pushing against his bruises
but he ignored the pain, shoving the key in the ignition and breathing life
into his beat up vehicle. He smirked, pulling from his drive and flooring it,
the sound of his screeching tires echoing in the cool morning air.
By the time he had made it to the Kaspbrak
household Eddie was already standing by the curb, his face scrunching up in
frustration. Richie pulled beside him, smiling proudly. “You’re late.” The
small boy sneered before hopping into the cab.
“Well good morning to you too sunshine.” He
replied back cheerfully.
“I still don’t understand why Bill can’t just
pick me up. He lives right down the street.” Eddie grumbled, buckling his
“Well like I explained yesterday, Bill and
Stan are at the crucial point in their relationship where they like to suck
face in the back of Billy Boy’s car before class.” Richie retorted, pulling out
a cigarette and lighting it before shifting in gear and continuing towards the
school. “So unless you’re into three-some’s I think you might want to
reconsider who you ride with.”
Eddie huffed in annoyance, “Does it have to
be you though? You were late on the first day!”
“Exactly Eddie Bear, the first day. Give me
time to adjust to my new schedule!” He replied, stealing a glance at his
friend. The bruises on his face and neck had healed some over the weekend but was
still black and purple in places making Richie feel sick. He took in a long
drag, exhaling slowly. “So how did your mom take your face?” The question was
quick but Eddie flinched none the less.
“I spent all day yesterday in the ER, getting
CAT scans.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders and sighing. “She was sure I
had a concussion or brain bleed or something. Didn’t want me going to school
today because of it.”
“Huh well that sucks ass, way to stick it to
“What about you?” He asked, staring at Richie’s
own bruised mug. “How did your folks take it?”
“Wouldn’t know.” Richie muttered, flicking
his death stick out the open window. “Mom was too drunk to take notice and Dad
hasn’t been back all weekend.”
“Oh.” He whispered, looking out towards the upcoming
school. “I-I’m sorry.”
Richie shrugged off the sentiment, pulling
into a parking space. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He replied, offering a smile
to his classmate. “Been like that my whole life, wouldn’t know what to do if my
parents took notice of me.”
Eddie frowned, opening his mouth to respond
only to be cut off by Mike who had pounced across the hood of the truck with a
loud, obnoxious thud. The boy smiled widely, looking through the windshield at
them, “Well look at you two, a matching pair.”
Richie rolled his eyes, opening his car door.
“I’ll show you a matching pair Hanlon” He yelled making a rather crude gesture
through his pants. Mike laughed, tumbling back onto the ground. The trashmouth
looked over to his small friend and grinned. “Coming along Eds?”
“Don’t call me that.” Eddie replied, opening
his own door and hoping out. He headed towards the school entrance, not looking
back at his driver. Richie followed obediently, swearing he could see a blush
creep up the small boy’s neck.
Richie walked Eddie to his first period,
waving at him as he disappeared through the door. He whistled a light tune,
heading towards his Chemistry class that he shared with Beverly and Ben. As he
sat down the two took notice to his enjoyable attitude.
“Someone is in a good mood.” Ben remarked,
opening his book to the lab that they were to do for the day. He looked up and
cringed. “What happened to your face?”
“Got in a fight.” Richie replied casually,
“Was defending your mothers honor so you’re welcome.”
Beverly rolled her eyes, “He was trying to
defend Eddie’s honor and got his ass kicked.”
“So it is true.” Ben remarked, grinning
happily. “You do have a thing for him.”
“I do not.” The trashmouth protested, “Who in
the hell told you that?”
“Beverly!” He hissed, “What the fuck!”
She shrugged, “What’s the big deal? You took
a beating for the kid, it that doesn’t scream ‘I like you’ then I honestly
don’t know what does.”
“Still, was it necessary to tell Haystack?”
He bit, ignoring the lecture that had begun up front. “Who else have you told?”
“Yeah I guess I am, my best friend has a huge
mouth.” He retorted, huffing in frustration. Beverly scoffed, flipping him off
and drawing attention back to their group.
“Please pay attention back there!” The
elderly lady screeched, pointing her finger to the three friends.
“We are Ms. Dupree.” Ben replied, gesturing
to his open book.
The teacher narrowed her eyes, practically
spitting venom towards them. “If you are paying attention then tell me Mr.
Hanscom, what is the most abundant protein in the human body?”
“Collagen.” Ben replied proudly. The teacher
sneered, turning back to the black board in defeat. Richie patted his friend on
the back, whispering a quick and kind thank you before settling down in his
seat. Every now and then he would shoot a dirty look to Beverly, which she so
“If it’s any consolation,” The stout boy in
his group whispered, leaning across the lab towards Richie. “I heard Eddie
likes you too.”
“What?” Richie sputtered in surprise, his
heart fluttering in his chest. “Who told you that?”
“Can’t tell.” He replied, smirking. “I
don’t want to have a huge mouth.”
Lunch came quickly and the trahsmouth headed
to their table in the quad. Bill and Stan had arrived first completely
engrossed in their own conversation. Richie beamed as he sat down, pulling the
cigarette from his pocket and lit it before asking, “So what are you two lover
boys talking about?”
“None of your business.” Stan bit, eyeing the
death stick in his hand. “And I told you before, you can’t smoke out here.”
“Wow I think that’s the first time you’ve
spoken to me in school.” Richie replied, taking in an exasperated drag. “Talk
rules to me baby, I like it.”
Bill smiled, chuckling at the unhealthy
exchange. “W-we were talking about t-the out of s-state game this weekend.” He
replied, nodding at Mike and Ben how had taken their usual seats beside them.
“T-there is a bunch of s-students going, renting a h-hotel and everything.”
“I heard that.” Ben added awkwardly. “I think
it’s just an excuse to party without parents busting down the door.”
“Probably.” Mike replied, “The game’s
supposed to be a blow out.”
“So are you guys going?” Richie asked, smoke
trailing out of his nostrils.
Bill shrugged, “I-I don’t know, I-I think
it’ll be f-fun. If w-we go t-together we can s-split rooms.”
“I think it’s a stupid idea.” Stan hissed,
rolling his eyes.
“Oh then we must go.” Richie joked, winking
at the annoyed friend.
“Go where?” The group looked up to notice
Eddie and Beverly who had arrived together. As they sat down Richie looked over
to his best friend, handing her a cigarette as a peace offering, which she
“Out of state football game, hotel and party.
You down?” Mike asked, smirking at Richie knowingly. The trashmouth noticed,
nearly choking on his smoke. He turned and ripped the cigarette from Bev’s
“Hey!” She protested, “What did you do that
“You know why.” He bit, crushing the already
diminished stick he had and sucking down the new one. She didn’t reply, only
scoffing in annoyance.
Eddie raised an eyebrow at the weird
exchange, only shaking his head. “I guess if I can convince my mom I’m game but
it’s going to be a miracle with my face already pounded in once this year.”
Richie smirked, the dirty joke dancing on his
tongue. He gulped down the inappropriate comment, taking in a drag instead.
“W-Well try, and l-let us know t-tonight so we c-can make the r-reservations.”
“Fine.” The small boy replied, taking his
first bite of his lunch. “But I doubt she’ll go for it.”
“I bet she will go for me.” Richie joked,
unable to keep his comments to himself.
“Oh shove off Tozier.” He replied, smirking
It was after the sixth ring and second shout
from his mother that Richie picked up the phone, cursing the person in the
process. “Tozier residence, sober one speaking.”
“He can go.” A high pitched girl practically
squealed from the other line.
“Eddie.” Beverly explained, the television
blaring behind her. “He convinced his mom it was an overnight field trip and he
told Bill he can go this weekend.”
Richie felt his heart jump into his throat,
“Seriously? That hag believed him?”
“I guess so!”
“Holy shit.” He replied, a smile pulling at
the corners of his lips. “Didn’t think that squirt had it in him.”
“You know you have to make a move right?”
Beverly asked, her voice laced with seriousness that made Richie’s stomach
twist painfully. “It’ll be the perfect time and you know it.”
“Come on.” She whined, and Richie could
practically hear her stop her foot through the phone. “You just have to okay?
If you don’t you may never get a chance like this again.”
He sighed, leaning his head against the wall.
“I know.” And he did know because the word had gotten out about what had
happened this weekend, earning Eddie extra attention that had attracted other
possible suitors. If he didn’t do something soon he would be forced to sit back
and watch the boy he liked screw around when he would give anything for it to
be him who Eddie was screwing.
“Just ask him Richie.”
The rest of the week went by in a blur of
planning and excitable discussions as friend’s argued how they were going to
all make the five hour drive. In the end it was settled that Bill was going to
drive his car while Richie drove his truck. With Mike heading down with the
team it left six of them to endure the trip together.
Saturday came and the friends met outside of
Bill’s house, everyone eager for their upcoming adventure. Richie stayed in his
vehicle, his head lulling against his shoulders while his hand bit into an
energy drink. Last night had been one of the worst sleeps he had ever endured.
His refusing to quit as it made up scenarios about the next day. Every single one
involved Eddie and every single one ended badly
The car door creaked opened and Richie
groaned. “About time Beverly, I thought you were going to-“He stopped, noticing
the smallish kid in his passenger seat. His eyebrow raised in confusion, “The
fuck are you doing here?”
“I was kicked out of the other car.” He
huffed, buckling his seat belt. Richie felt his heart kink in his chest. “Apparently
it had been decided that I was stuck with your ass.”
A grin curled on the trashmouths face, “Well
aren’t you lucky.” He cooed, “I’m clearly the best road trip partner, I have a
great taste in music.
Eddie scoffed, “I doubt that.”
“Just wait Eds, there is a lot that can surprise
Some of my VLD (sports) doodles. They all are actually pretty random. Please don’t question me. Σ(´д ` ﾒ) It’s mainly Allura(because I love her). Also I’m not sure how muscular I should draw her though…I know she is rather slim in the Series but I imagine her to be very strong.
I really feel the need to catch up with the style of the series (b/c I’d like to make a small animation). I tried really hard on the last three ones but they look rather arkward.. also I apologize for any inaccuracies in advance. (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)
When most look at George Washington, CEO of American Enterprises, they think brooding, they think mean, they think power.
Everyone who worked underneath him, or in Alexander Hamilton’s case of beside him, knew this. They, of course, thought the same, because Mr. Washington was not one to joke around with, and he was not one to reflect rudeness on just because you happened to be having a particularly bad day that day.
The philosophy at work went something like this ─ if he’s got a straight face, today’s going to be a good day. If he’s got a frown, it’s not going to be so good, and if he’s got a smile, hell itself has reigned upon Earth and the world is ending as we know it, so PREPARE FOR IMPACT DAMMIT.
Simple, really. And if you’re the reason he’s got a frown, be prepared to feel the wrath of all your coworkers because “goddammit I have things I haven’t done yet and Mr. Boss is going to be on my back until I get them done by the end of the day. How could you do this?”
That happened quite frequently for Charles Lee, as well as any insubordinate employee, and Alexander himself has irked the boss to the point of being excused for the day just so George could get some time to think about what Alexander was going to do tomorrow.
Charles Lee often faced the utter wrath of George Washington just because he was so dumb, and so presumptuous and arrogant that he couldn’t get his damn head on straight. On multiple occasions, he’s been dismissed for the day and told by Hamilton that he would like to fight just so he could “learn the fucking lesson.”
Lee always took him up on these offers, but Washington always pulled them both out of it before he was forced to fire them for fighting at the workplace over something as stupid as words.
But, back to Washington, he was scary. That was the way clients described him when they walked in to talk to lawyers and adjusters, or when they had to call him personally because whatever adjuster or lawyer they were assigned wasn’t understanding their problem.
James Madison and Thomas Jefferson were the ones to find this out, deciding to conduct a “General Census.”
Furthermore, everyone knew not a thing about their CEO’s personal life. He never shared it with anyone, simply because no one had the guts to ask, and he would no doubt just leave your question hanging in mid-air, as if he didn’t hear it.
There was no ring on his finger, so most had just assumed he wasn’t in any type of relationship. And with the one picture frame on his desk that depicted him and what he said was “family,” the assumption still stood.
That was, until someone came in to see Washington. It went into PREPARE FOR IMPACT mode because he smiled at this person, when normally, if it was a client, he would just give them a nod and a small quirk of the mouth.
It was a girl, with h/c hair and e/c eyes, and a extremely smiley but shy personality. It was strange to see someone like that make George smile, especially because he was the exact opposite of that. He didn’t smile, and he wasn’t shy in the slightest ─ he simply knew how to take charge and speak his mind when necessary, as well as raise his voice loud enough to quiet an entire football stadium, let alone scare a bunch of workers into silence.
They went into his office, and about thirty minutes later, they came out. She was wearing a ring, and he was standing beside her with a soft smile on his face. “Can I meet them?”
“Yeah, but I do have to say, they are nothing special,” Washington warned.
“I’m sure they’re more than you say,” she leaned up and kissed his cheek, surprising Alexander as he looked up from his papers. Before she walked away, Washington grabbed her hand and pulled her against his chest, leaning down and giving her a few quick pecks ─ almost making Alex drop the papers in his hand and screech.
When she turned around, she looked about the room before spotting Alexander and trotting up to him. “Hi,” she said, sort of shyly, “I’m Y/n.”
“Alexander, Alexander Hamilton,” he whispered, looking over her. She was truly beautiful, which made him question how George Washington could get someone like her.
“You’re Alexander? Cool! George says a lot about you,” she giggled slightly, flicking her hand behind her to motion to the boss.
“Oh,” was all he could manage. He couldn’t stop looking at her and thinking about George and her. “No way.”
“Alexander? Are you okay?”
“Huh?” He snapped out of his reverie and shook his head, smiling warmly down at her, “Yeah, yeah, sorry. I’m fine, just… surprised, is all.”
“Surprised?” Her genuine curiosity caused her e/c to sparkle and a small quirk to make itself apparent at the tip of her lips.
“Yeah… how did– why– George?”
“What about him?”
“You and George… how?”
“Oh,” she laughed again, “I don’t know. He’s just… him.”
“Exactly,” Alexander tried to reason. “He’s him, and you’re you. You’re beautiful, a definite eleven, and he’s, well, no offence, but he’s definitely a solid six.”
She laughed quite heartily that time, her finger curving over her top lip and her torso reeling back, “I believe you’ve got those numbers mixed, hun, he’s definitely the eleven here. Also, thank you.”
“Yeah, but,” Alex couldn’t find the words to finish, so he just sputtered to silence.
She smiled at him, placing on hand on his arm and saying, “I would love to hear more, truly. But, I’m limited on my time and I’d like to meet the rest of you guys. So, if you don’t mind, I can just get your number from George and we can meet up sometime?”
“Yeah, sounds good. And I suppose George will show you everyone?”
“Yes, he will. It was nice meeting you, Alexander Hamilton.”
She walked off and met up with the CEO, linking their hands and walking to meet the rest of the “Office Boys,” as George had dubbed them.
One by one, they all pretty much had the same reaction as Alexander, and all were a delight to meet. Then, they came upon Charles Lee.
George had never said anything but bad about Mr. Lee, so y/n tried her best to avoid him, but near the end of the meet-and-greet, as they were headed back to Washington’s office, he had stepped directly in their path.
“Ah, you must be the guest here today,” he pushed himself off the door frame of Washington’s office, walking up and taking y/n’s hand to leave a much-longer-than-required kiss on.
“Indeed she is, Mr. Lee, but I’m afraid she hasn’t much time to talk, so if you could kindly─” Her fiancé’s voice was thick with annoyance, and she could practically hear the deep frown on his face, especially when Charles cut him off.
“Why, I find that quite difficult to believe, seeing as you’ve brought her around the entire building,” his eyebrow raised, as if challenging his boss to do something.
“Lee, I swear─”
“How unprofessional, especially in front of your dear friend.”
“Charles, I would love to, uhm, chat, but I’m afraid I’ve little time with my fiancé,” she felt the need to emphasize fiancé, strictly to get the message across that she was in no position to be swoon by another man, and that she was not interested in his advances. “So, if you would please get out of the way, that’d be great.”
“Fiancé? Mr. Washington, this is your… strange. But I suppose I will leave you to it, then,” he gave you one last smug smirk and walked away.
Scoffing, you turned around, looking around George grimacing, “Dickles Lee, more like.”
George held back his belt of laughter, shaking his head and pushing her into his office. “Dickles?” He asked once he closed the door. His smile was taunting, but his tone was more of just joking.
“Dickles, Mr. Washington. Dickles Lee.”
“Okay,” he looked up and let out another laugh, “whatever you say, love.”
He walked up to her and brought her into a hug, burying his head in her neck and smiling. They stayed like that in silence until she sighed and released him. “I must be on my way. I will see you tonight, back home. Love you, George.”
“Love you, too, y/n.”
She kissed him then walked toward the exit of his office. Opening the door, she stepped out, winked at him, then just as she was about to close the opening to the office, she heard him mutter, “Dickles.”
She quickly whipped around and yelled, “Dickles Lee, darling! Dickles Lee!”
A Wattpad request. I do not own Kasanoda or any of the hosts. They belong to Bisco Hatori.
Warnings: awkward fluff
Pairings: Ritsu Kasanoda x fem!Suoh reader x Host Club
Kasanoda walked into the Music Room
#3 with his head hung low. “Bossanova!” Tamaki cried when he saw the
frightening-looking redhead. Kasanoda looked up at the blond prince of the Host
Club. “Hello, Suoh-Senpai.” Tamaki instantly took notice of the young
man’s melancholic demeanor. “What’s wrong, Casanova?” Honey asked,
making Kasanoda glance down at the small boy.
Could you write scenario where Katsuki and his girlfriend who is villain, they get caught going on a date by one of his teachers. ~Admin Spark ⚡️
First off, thank you so much for requesting! Second off, I am really sorry for how short this turned out. I anticipated it would be longer, but things didn’t really work out in my favor. ANYWHO, I hope you enjoy!
Katsuki dragged his fingers along the bear skin of your arms as you leaned against his chest. Alone, in the middle of the woods was your favorite place to be. More specifically, a secluded patch of grass, almost large enough to be considered a small field, which was conveniently covered by the large oak trees and bushes the littered the area. It’s a place you two had dubbed as your own. A place in which you could be with each other without the prying eyes of the public. Katsuki liked it because of the lack of “shitty retards,” as he so eloquently calls the rest of the human population. You, on the other hand, like it because it serves as a place for you to meet your hero-in-training boyfriend. Also, seeing as you were a villain, wandering in public with Katsuki would serve as detrimental to the both of you. Neither of you minded having to see each other in private, much. It was actually quite nice. Just being able to talk to him without prying ears or worries. You two typically talked about anything under the sun. You two confided in each other, and trusted each other with your biggest insecurities and secrets. All here, in your little patch of grass.
Katsuki stopped moving his fingers along your arm, instead dragging them along the length of your arm to intertwine your finger with his. “(y/n), why don’t you just become a hero like me? That way, we won’t have to see each other in secret anymore,” He tightened his grip on your hand as he shifted around searching for a more comfortable position, assuming this conversation was about to be a long one. Not that he minded, he is the one that initiated it after all.
With a sigh you pressed yourself closer to his chest, getting comfortable as well. “Katsu, you know I can’t. Not yet, anyway. The villain life style is the one my family chose for me, and the one I have to stick with until I turn eighteen. I don’t want to be a villain, nor do I like it, but I don’t really have much of a say on the matter…you know that,” you mumbled. You really didn’t dislike being a villain, despite what had said aloud. It was more so the fact you were forced to do it. If you had decided to be one on your own terms, you probably wouldn’t mind being a villain. No, it wouldn’t be your first life style choice, but if it was the one that provided the most then you wouldn’t lose sleep over such a thing.
“Just run away from your stupid parents,” katsuki mumbled, his grip on your hand tightening. “You can just report them, ya know? Tell someone about what your parents do. Then you don’t have to be one any longer. You can train with me! I’ll be the number one hero, and you can be the second! We will be the best heroes around! I’ll make sure of it.”
You rolled your (e/c) eyes, a small giggle escaping your lips. “How charming,” you sarcastically drawled out, before your tone took on a more serious note. “But about the whole reporting them thing….I can’t just do that. We are an unpublished villain group. Only the top heroes know of us, and that’s because they’ve fought us. Well, not really me, more so my parents and their colleagues.”
“Is that a confession?” A booming voice called from behind you and your boyfriend, causing you both to jump up and whip around to see just where it originated from.
All might, the number one hero, was standing behind you guys. His hands placed on his hips, his eyes shadowed over. “Young Bakugou, I had heard rumors that you were spending time with a female with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. The description sounded familiar to me, but I didn’t want to believe it. My boy, I implore you to leave. You will be none too pleased with what’s about to happen. You’re girlfriend here must face the consequences of her actions, and I am here to make sure she does.”
Summary: Dad!Crowley & Daughter!Reader - Crowley tries to convince it’s bed time, not Disney movie time
Word Count: 1975
Triggers: None, just father/daughter fluff
Y/N = Your name ¦ Y/E/C = Your eye colour ¦ Y/H/C = Your hair colour
Note: Another one shot with the father/daughter duo from Fatherhoodboth stories can be read separately from each other or together. Just fluff, no strict story-line here guys! I have a few more of these dad/daughter one shots planned as well so do let me know if you have any moments you want to see dad Crowley in with his five-year-old!
It had been over five years since
Crowley was thrown into his surprise role as a father, a role he never thought
he would hold again. Over five years since the hellhound brought the bundle of
joy to his door and surprised him the first time. Yet, he still found that his
little princess surprised him time and time again. Especially with how smart
she was. Sure, maybe it was just a father’s pride speaking, but his little
chipmunk had a certain knack for negotiation that just had to be more nurture
Or maybe he
was just too soft when it came to his little darling. Either way his daughter,
a tiny little human being, had managed what hunters, demons and witches had
tried to do without even breaking a sweat. She had the king of hell wrapped
around her tiny little finger.
movie!” The little princess’ voice held that cheeky little lilt it always got
when she knew she was asking for something she shouldn’t and her big (Y/E/C)
eyes looked expectantly up at him from where the small girl was clutching her
current favourite disney movie to her chest.
hell wasn’t easy, even if he tried to make his personal slice of hell feel
exactly like any other normal home and kept all the evil, vile hatred safely
locked away outside of its confines. So, Crowley made sure to enforce some
rules to make the life of his little girl as normal as possible. Even a
princess had bedtimes, and it was closing in on hers.
we watch that tomorrow pet? It’s almost time for dreamland,” Crowley said as he
lowered himself to one knee, like a knight swearing loyalty to his princess.
His hands reached out for the movie his daughter held tight in her small little
hands, but she only twisted her body a little so he couldn’t reach it and put it
back on the shelf.
“Oh baby,” You reached towards your trembling red-headed companion with trembling hands, desperate to pull him flush against your palpitating chest. “You don’t need to stop crying.” You would coo softly, your small, delicate hands venturing to his ginger locks. “It’s okay to cry,” You would attempt to cease his constant mantra. A small sigh would emit from your lips, your arms creating a cage against his large form. “He’s going to be okay.” You persuaded the singer, your own tears creating a waterfall that proceeded to cascade down your cheeks. The scarlet drops of blood clung to the interwoven fabric of your pearly white blouse, his oh-so-famous varsity jacket now sporting a new color. You held him taught against your chest, swaying slightly. “Don’t stop crying.” Now shaking yourself, the two of you sank down to the hardwood floors of his small room. “Don’t stop..” You sobbed, your mascara staining your porcelain cheeks as your full eyelashes fluttered against them. “Don’t stop..”
You never really were one to cry. Your mother and father had constantly drilled into your head that it was never okay to cry; never okay to express your emotions. As your (e/c) eyes fluttered open to reveal the raven-haired male in front of you, it was too much. Death was inevitable, and you were completely aware of that, but you did not imagine it would come as quickly as it did. Jason Blossom, your best friend of 6 years, had departed from the world. The scenes of the convicted murder churned inside your head, and how it broke your heart in two. Jughead reached towards you carefully, his long fingers locking themselves around your wrist in an attempt to pull you against his firm chest. “(Y/N)…” His feeble attempt proved worthy as you did not try and pull away from his soft grip. Your shoe-clad feet shuffled against the wooden floors, a single tear escaping its prison. Your eyelashes brushed up against your freckled cheek as you closed your (e/c) eyes, and you felt the small tear make a path. You hugged Jughead, sobbing into his chest. He was gone.
A war continued to ravage inside your abdomen, and your short arms wound themselves around your stomach. Your parents were not home, nor were they going to be anytime soon. You longed to call the blondie who lived only a few houses down, as she was your faithful companion and knew exactly what you were going through. However, you decided against it and ignored the sounds coming from your phone. Of course, you decided to watch the Notebook on this day, and you decided nothing was going to stop you. Mother Nature obviously took this as a sign, and it took its toll on your out-of-control hormones. “Why did she have to forget? It isn’t fair!” You sobbed, clutching your favorite childhood memento to your chest. There was a loud knock on your wooden front door, and you let out an unsatisfactory moan. However, the youngest Cooper was aware of where your family hid the key and entered the household. She was concerned! You didn’t answer any of her texts, and ignored her calls! When she entered your room, it was a sob fest. She shook her head, knowing of your situation, and pulled you against her chest. “I know it’s not fair. But they’re together. It’s okay..” Her soft words lulled you into a dream filled sleep. She was perfect.
After the Chuck incident, it was really too much for the sassy girl. Her father was in jail, her mother was using her name in ways she should not have been, and now, she was being used by a filthy male. Her name was forever etched into the shameful book, a worthless number accompanying it. Of course, she got back at him, he deserved it! All of them did! However, the brave girl broke down. Her defensive shield that held witty comebacks, sarcastic responses, and sassy remarks was crumbling, and it was just too much. The raven-haired girl stood in front of the mirror, her hands desperately trying to rid of the shedding tears. “Why am I so ugly?” She murmured, the spiteful words burning. You, of course, heard them and rushed in. When her shield was down, you, of course, had to put yours up. You pulled the sophomore into your awaiting arms and combed your fingers through her tamed hair. “You’re so much more than you believe, V.” You tried to convince her. “Veronica, you’re just going through a rough patch. You’re such a talented, gorgeous girl and I’m lucky to call you my girlfriend. Chuck was an ass, don’t let him know you’re hurt. Let him know you’re strong.”
A friend may last a while, but a sibling will last for life. A twin will last forever. Or so that is what Cheryl thought. Her twin brother was now existing somewhere else while Cheryl was left behind to deal with the crude comments in which the world threw at her. Her brother was her other half, and now, at the moment, she was cracking in half. It was so hard, everything hurt all the time. “Just make it stop…please make it stop. It hurts!” She cried, her perfect face crumbling as she sobbed, her strong demeanor following suit. Your small hands desperately grasped her tear-stained face. “Hey. Hey. Look at me.” You attempted, using the soft pads of your thumbs to wipe away the flowing tears. “I know it hurts baby. It’s going to..” You cooed softly, pressing your lips to her forehead. “He’s gone, and now you have to avenge him. You are Cheryl Blossom! You can do anything..”
“Could you do an imagine where you and your crush have known eachother for awhile and you, him, and some of yall’s other friends are talking about dates and you describe yours and the crush takes you on the date a few days later”
So cute!! This might get confusing, but I used f/n for all the female friends and c/f/n for the guys. I had some trouble coming up with the perfect date, so I used something slightly generic to hopefully appeal to as many people as possible…feel free to criticize my poor taste! (Fun fact: I have never been on an actual date myself (gasp!) so I only have my imagination to work with, but hey when you have that who needs a real boyfriend???*cries in corner*)
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It’s a warm Sunday night and you and your friends are hanging out at a friend’s house, lounging in chairs around a fire pit. (C/n) sits on the opposite side and you have a perfect view of him, his face lit up by the orange glow of the fire. Your other friends are between you, talking and laughing. The night is quiet except for someone playing acoustic covers on their phone.
“So, guys. I have something to tell you.” (F/n/1) rubs her hands together, grinning.
“Well, what is it?” says (f/n/2) eagerly. Always eager for gossip, that one. But you’re excited to find out too, and lean closer to hear.
“It has to do with…my crush,” she says giddily. Everyone gasps and starts asking questions excitedly. (F/n/1) laughs at the effect it has on everyone. She gives daily updates and rants about how much she likes her crush. It’s like a show that you’re all hooked on.
“What happened??” you press impatiently.
“Well…” (F/n/1) looks around the circle, drawing out the suspense. “On Friday we were walking home together after school.”
“And?” (f/n/2) urges her on.
“And…he asked me out!!” she gushes.
“No freaking way!” (f/n/2) gasps. You get out of your chair and rush over to (f/n/1), hugging her and jumping up and down together. “Holy shit (f/n/1) that’s amazing!”
(C/f/1) claps slowly, then asks, “So when is the date?”
“He didn’t actually say yet. Sometime next weekend probably.”
(F/n/2) looks shocked. “What?! He didn’t actually plan a date yet?”
“Maybe it’s a surprise,” you suggest, settling back into your chair.
(F/n/2) wrinkles her nose. “Who would want a surprise date? You have to know what’s coming so you can prepare yourself!”
You gape at her. “That’s ridiculous! A surprise would be soo romantic!”
(F/n/2) stubbornly shakes her head. “Nope. My ideal date: he tells you everything a week in advance. You go out to dinner and a movie, and he pays for everything, of course.”
“That’s it?” (f/n/1) cuts in. “My god, you are so boring!”
“And old fashioned,” (c/f/n/2) adds. “We’re not made of money, you know.”
“So, what, you expect the girl to pay?” (f/n/2) exclaims.
(C/f/n/2) shrugs. “I won’t be a dick about it but I’m open to it. If she doesn’t at least offer to split the bill she’s too cheap for me.”
“Listen, it’s simple. Whoever does the asking out is the one who pays,” (c/n) speaks up, and your ears perk up.
“That sounds fair,” you say, nodding slowly.
“Thank you,” says (c/n), grinning at you. “So (y/n), what would your ideal date be?”
Your cheeks heat up a bit at his question. “Umm…”
“Yeah, tell us all about how romantic a surprise date can be,” says (f/n/2) sarcastically, then adds, “No really, tell me, I’m curious now!”
“Okay, wellll.” You sit forward in your chair and lace your fingers together. “Here’s how it goes. It’s evening, like 5, 6 maybe. I’m in my room doing my homework or something unimportant…”
“Boooriiing,” interrupts (f/n/2) with a yawn.
“Shhh,” says (f/n/1). “Let the girl talk!”
You laugh. “I haven’t gotten to the good part yet. So anyway, I hear a sound. He’s throwing rocks at my window. I open the window…”
“…and a rock hits your face,” (f/n/2) suggests.
You shoot her a look. “…and he’s standing there, nicely dressed, not in a suit or anything but, ya know, a nice shirt, pants that are just tight enough to show off his ass…”
(F/n/2) rolls her eyes. Meanwhile, (c/n) listens attentively, half amused.
“…and he tells me to put on a dress and come outside. Of course, I put on something classy with just a hint of slut, cause that’s the only way to go. When I get to the front door he gives me a rose and tells me I look beautiful. We get into his car and I ask him where we’re going and he tells me it’s a surprise. First he takes me to a pizza place, of course.”
“Romantic,” says (f/n/1) teasingly.
(C/n) looks offended. “Hey, hey, hey, pizza is as romantic as it gets!”
“Right, and who doesn’t like pizza?” you add. “So then we go to an ice cream parlor to get ice cream, and walk around just talking about life. Then we get to an empty field and lie down and look at the stars and talk some more. Finally, we make out. A lot.” You grin and sit back. “The end.”
(C/f/n/2) scoffs. “Pathetic! Even I can be more romantic than that.”
“Are you kidding, looking at the stars together is soo dreamy!” you defend yourself.
“And making out, also very dreamy,” says (c/n) with a wink.
You give him an exasperated half smile, but you feel your face warm up a little. “So…yeah. That’s pretty much my dream date,” you conclude.
“Well, now it can never happen cause it wouldn’t be a surprise!” (F/n/1) points out.
You consider that for a second. “Hey, if I’m not expecting it that’s good enough for me!”
“As much as I disagree with the concept I will be sure to tell any potential suitors exactly what to do,” says (f/n/2) with an air of incredible generosity.
“Thanks, wingwoman,” you reply with a grin.
(C/f/n/1) looks around the circle. “You’re all crazy,” he decides.
You and the other girls all flip him off simultaneously.
The next day you’re sleep deprived from the late night with your friends, and the rest of the week only gets worse. After failing two tests and pulling an all nighter for a project, you are relieved when school finally lets out on Friday and you can head home and do nothing.
You drop your backpack on the floor of your room and collapse onto your bed. Within seconds you’re out cold.
A couple hours later, you jolt awake, and then lie there for a few seconds trying to figure out what woke you up. As if on cue, a sharp sound draws your attention to your window. You stumble over groggily and push it open, not without some effort. You squint down, peering into the growing darkness that is your yard, and as your eyes adjust you gasp.
Standing there under your window, rock in one hand, rose in the other, wearing a nice shirt, perfectly fitting pants and a beautiful smile, is (c/n).
“Hey, (y/n),” he calls up quietly, but his voice carries and you hear every word with perfect clarity. And his oh-so-sexy voice, always with the hint of a smirk detectable in it - you nearly collapse all over again.
You hold steady, though, and call back down, “(C/n)?! What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to test a disputed theory,” he says by way of explanation.
Your brain struggles to wrap around this. “Wha…” you sputter in response.
He chuckles. “We’re going to see how romantic your ‘surprise date’ really is.”
A hot blush rises to your cheeks. “Oh,” you say. “Umm…”
“Put on a dress and come outside,” he says with an adorable grin.
You quickly pull your head back inside and close the window, hyperventilating. Oh. My. God. This can’t be real. Come to think of it, you’re not even sure you’re really awake. After all, it’s entirely possible you’re still in the middle of your nap and that this is just a very vivid dream attributable to your constant thoughts about (c/n). But hey, if this is a dream why not go for it and enjoy yourself while you can?
You search through your closet for something slutty but classy, a look you always strive to achieve when you have the chance. And now is as good a chance as ever to dress like a classy slut. You find the perfect choice, a cute sundress that shows just enough skin. Oh, he will love this one, you think with a sly smirk.
You pull it over your head and run downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Slipping into a pair of cute but durable sandals, you yank open the door. (C/n) is standing right there on the front porch.
You make eye contact with him and open your mouth to say something, but then he kneels dramatically and holds out his rose. “(Y/n), will you accept this rose as a token of my undying love?”
You laugh, a little shakily, and punch his shoulder indignantly. “Hey! Don’t mock me!”
He chuckles. “Okay, okay. Take this though, seriously!” He pushes the rose toward you.
You give him an exasperated look, tilting your head and raising your eyebrows. But you take the rose. “Happy?”
“Hey, you’re supposed to be the happy one! Isn’t this your quintessential romantic date right here?”
“Yes, but only when you’re doing it for real!” you argue, because this is obviously a friendly joke to him. Not that you aren’t happy to go along with it. Why refuse the chance to spend one-on-one time with (c/n), and on your dream date too?
He’s still kneeling. “You can stand up now,” you inform him helpfully. “You look like an idiot.”
He complies, getting to his feet, where he towers over you once more. He smiles down at you. “You look beautiful.”
You blush fiercely at hearing him say that, but try to brush it off. He’s kidding, obviously. “And you have a good memory,” you say, because you really are impressed. He’s getting all the details right.
(C/n) frowns. “No, really, I mean it, (y/n),” he insists. “You seriously look beautiful.”
You’re at a loss for words. You try for a smile, and attempt to thank him, but the words get caught in your throat. Instead, you duck your head and make a small noise of acknowledgement.
(C/n) gestures to the car parked in your driveway. “Join me for a ride?”
You nod and follow him to his car. He opens the passenger door for you. What a gentleman! As he backs out of the driveway, he glances at you and says teasingly, “So, aren’t you gonna ask me where we’re going?”
You shake your head incredulously. “Again, I applaud your detail retention,” you say, “but if you’re so bent on following this to the letter then I already know where we’re going.”
(C/n) huffs exasperatedly. “Just cooperate, okay? Now, according to your rules, the line is, ‘Where are we going?’”
You roll your eyes. “Fine. Where are we going?”
He smiles in satisfaction. “It’s a surprise,” he says happily.
“No it’s not, I know we’re getting pizza, you idiot,” you remind him.
(C/n) abruptly stops the car in the middle of the street and turns to face you. “(Y/n), if we’re going to test your theory accurately, you’re going to have to play along!”
“Oh my god, drive, there are cars behind us,” you exclaim. He starts up the car reluctantly, but presses on. “I’m not kidding! We’re gonna do this right!”
You let out a laugh. “Okay, okay, calm down. I will humor you. Your dedication is admirable, really.”
“Good. Get ready for the best date of your life,” he says proudly. “Or at least it will be, if you’re really right about this.”
Your heart flutters despite your efforts to play it cool. Yeah, this isn’t a real date, but he still called it one and that’s enough to quicken your pulse. Nevertheless, you decide to correct him. “Oh no, this is not gonna count as my first date,” you say, trying to act annoyed.
(C/n) looks over at you in surprise. “Your first date? You’ve never been on a date before?”
“Dude, we’ve been friends for years, I think I would have told you if someone miraculously was interested in me for even a second.”
He looks back at the road, grinning. “Yeah okay, I knew, just wanted to make sure you didn’t keep anything from me!” He turns to you again. “And now this will definitely be your best date so far because it’s your only one!” He laughs triumphantly.
You roll your eyes at him, but can’t hide your enjoyment at his enthusiasm. You know he’s just doing this for you as a friend, and he gets so easily excited that this is nothing special. Still, a feeling of bliss is taking over you from simply being with him, at night, in such a context as this. And you can’t help but wonder if he’ll really follow the date all the way through, right down to the very last detail…
The car stops in front of your local pizza place. You start to open the door but (c/n) lunges over and pulls your hand away. “No let me do it!” he whines, and quickly gets out of the car and opens your door for you.
“Wow, pizza, what a surprise!” You step out of the car and walk into the restaurant. (C/n) closes the car door and follows you in. You get in line to order and lean against the counter to look at (c/n).
“So, who’s paying?” you ask teasingly.
He rests an elbow on the counter, bringing him closer to you. “Well according to my rule, which I have stated before, whoever asks out, pays. I feel like it’s on you because you started all of this with your silly date idea.”
You raise your eyebrows in an Oh really? expression. “Did I ask you to actually take me out?”
He leans even closer. “I think it’s fair to say that you did, silently. You were looking at me longingly. That was obviously your way of asking me out.” He grins, proud of his logic.
“Right, of course,” you say sarcastically, although your heartbeat is picking up again. “I think you misinterpreted my glares of annoyance.”
He chuckles. “Don’t even try to deny it. You want me,” he says dramatically.
“Oh baby,” you reply in a breathy soap-opera voice.
(C/n) wiggles his eyebrows and you break character to laugh at how ridiculous he looks. “Okay but seriously, I didn’t bring any money, which is your fault for rushing me,” you say accusingly.
“Well that’s a problem, because I didn’t bring any either,” he replies, shrugging.
“(C/n)!” you exclaim, glancing at the shrinking line of customers in front of you.
He breaks into a grin. “Kidding.” He holds up a twenty dollar bill. “Of course I’ll pay.”
You order two plain slices and a soda to share. When the food comes you sit down across from each other at a small table - (c/n) pulling out your chair for you - and munch hungrily on your pizza.
“So,” (c/n) says between bites, “is your dream date meeting expectations so far?”
“I’d say it’s subpar, but that’s your fault for poor execution. The idea is still romantic.” You can’t help teasing him a little. He’ll have to work for your approval.
“What!” he protests. “I have been such a gentleman!”
“Such a gentleman,” you echo mockingly, and he pouts. You relent. “Okay, you’re really trying, I’ll give you that.”
“Thank you,” he says, still in a hurt tone of voice.
“So what about you?” you ask after a moment’s hesitation.
“How does this measure up to other dates you’ve been on?”
(C/n) smiles, stuffs the last bite of pizza in his mouth and stands up. “Ahh, so much to tell you. Maybe this is a discussion we should have over some ice cream?”
You head across the street and buy an ice cream cone each. As you walk aimlessly around town (c/n) recounts tales of his past dating escapades; some awkward, some boring, some downright disastrous, and a few that sound almost enjoyable. “Personally none of those sound as romantic as mine,” you comment some twenty minutes in.
“Well…” he tilts his head pensively. “I guess this one’s not terrible, though I wouldn’t call it my ‘dream date’ either.”
“Hey, it’s not over yet,” you point out.
“Right,” he says with renewed enthusiasm. “Field! And look, the stars are out. Perfect.”
“Yeah, now we just need the actual field,” you remind him.
He smirks. “Way ahead of you. Did you really think I wouldn’t plan this out to completion?”
“You’re right, how could I be so foolish?” you joke.
(C/n) leads you to a somewhat secluded park with a large grassy area, hidden from the general public by a cluster of trees. Together, you walk over to the middle of the field. (C/n) sits down and pats the ground next to him invitingly. You laugh lightly and join him, lying back to look up at the sky. It’s wonderfully cloudless and clear, revealing hundreds of stars in clusters and constellations. (C/n) points upward. “That one looks like a dick,” he remarks.
You elbow him. “Killing the mood,” you complain.
“My bad,” he says, turning on his side to face you and propping his head up on his elbow. He picks at a blade of grass inches from your face. “I admit the stars do add a certain romantic element to it all.”
“See, it takes a masterful combination of different elements to really create the perfect date,” you say with an air of superiority.
“Says the girl who’s never even been on one,” he teases, flicking pieces of grass onto your face. You spit one out of your mouth and whack him clumsily with the back of your hand. He catches your hand with both of his and starts twiddling with your fingers, a strange but not entirely unpleasant sensation.
“Anyway,” he continues, “it’s almost time for my verdict.”
“Yeah.” (C/n) places the palm of his hand on yours, lining up your fingers. “Your hands are tiny.”
You roll your eyes. “Yours are just extra large. Verdict about what?”
“How romantic this whole ‘surprise date’ thing really was, of course,” he replies. “I followed all your instructions, so this is, like, legit.”
“There’s just one part left,” he says quietly, locking eyes with you.
Your heart races in anticipation. “Oh yeah, what’s that?” you ask innocently.
(C/n) smirks. “Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about,” he answers in an incredibly sexy voice, and you’re suddenly worried that you’ll faint before anything even happens. Noticing your paralyzed expression, he chuckles, then bites his lip seductively as though he’s actively trying to make it worse. “Do I need to show you?”
With the last scrap of courage you can muster, you nod. (C/n) looks down at your mouth and back at you before leaning in and closing the gap. Your lips collide and his hands go to your face, his thumbs grazing your cheeks. Soon enough he’s on top of you, forearms on either side of your head. And, just as you foretold, you make out. A lot.
When you finally break apart God knows how much later, your faces are flushed, hair mussed up and breathing heavy. As you catch your breath (c/n) says, “I officially approve of this date idea. The last part is the best, hands down.”
“Is it?” you say, aware of the furious beating of your heart.
“Well, the rest was fun too.” He moves a strand of hair out of your face. “Can I tell you something?”
“I wasn’t actually trying to prove anything or test your theory or whatever, I just wanted to go on a date with you,” he confesses.
You laugh giddily. “Really?”
“Really,” he says seriously. “I’ve liked you basically forever.”
“No way, me too!” you exclaim, in a casual tone that even surprises yourself.
He examines your expression. “Are you serious?”
“Completely.” You smile reassuringly.
He breaks into a grin. “In that case the only logical solution is for you to agree to be my girlfriend, right now.”
“Oh damn that’s a tough one,” you say jokingly. “I guess maaaaybee-”
(C/n) rolls his eyes and shuts you up by pressing his lips against yours once more.
Hey, this is Yujuan and I know I haven’t been very active lately (I know I wrote that little post a month ago) but I have been on and off tumblr for a while so I guess I’m kinda back but not back yet(?) In fact I won’t be reeeallly back until November. God I wish it was November right now. Or not.
But since it’s a holiday here and I want to do something holiday-ish before going back to work, I’m gonna rec all the One Piece fics I’ve read that I love. I know I don’t really post recs, but I noticed that there is a small amount of them in this fandom.
Most of the fics will be in gen, since I’m not really into the popular pairings like ZoSan and MarcoAce. And I’m pretty sure the LawLu ship is just setting off in One Piece time. I’ve seen a few of those around on tumblr so I guess you can check them out if you don’t like this list much. There are some pairing fics? I confess that I have some pairings that I really like. There will be some pairings that are not focus of the story. I’ll add the pairings if they are ever present.
Also, most of the WIP’s have been updated recently, so you can rest assured.
Wealth, Fame, Power. Monkey D. Luffy had come so close acquiring it all. But along the way, he lost those people most precious to him. With his crew annihilated and his goal of the One Piece put on hold, he refused to accept his lot. Scouring the globe, he found the answer to his problems in the form of a Devil Fruit User with the power to send things back in time. Taking the chance, Luffy went back in time to the start of his adventure, to try and right what was once wrong.
But his first surprise came about when he found himself staring into his own, younger, eyes.
They were so close to the end that a few of them have actually begun to think about the ever after. However, Sabo warns the Strawhat crew that one of them will not make it to the afterwards if they go to Raftel, the crew thinks. It has always been pirate king or death. Not a single one thought that the “or” could one day be “and”.
(I cried my eyes out even after the second re-read)
Summary: Luffy disappeared a day after Sabo died. Four years later he came back with a slave brand, burned into his flesh. Whatever happened to him, made Luffy view the world differently. Follow him on his journey to become the Pirate King, the freest person in the world, as snippets of his past slowly reveal itself to his crew.
Summary: The Pirate King Monkey D. Luffy didn’t come back to save the world. His only wish is to save his friends and assure their absolute happiness this time around. Even if he has to turn said world upside down while trying to achieve that. For better or for worse.
(Hopefully not your usual Time Travel AU, OP!Luffy, and general chaos and craziness that he brings into the world)
Luffy isn’t happy to be left with mountain bandits. The bandits aren’t happy either. Four years old Ace is curious, though, because it’s something new. Luffy is decidedly more happy to find that he gets to be a big brother. The world kind of doesn’t know what hit it. -Age Reversal AU. Big Brother Luffy.-
Summary: Going through life, it will become very clear that even the simplest of actions will have an effect on how a person’s life will play out. The actions made by those in Impel Down and Marineford would effect the lives of many, some that had yet to even be born.
Nevertheless, one way or another, Portgas D. Ace would either be leaving Marineford alive or he would perish among the chaos. No matter what though, Monkey D. Luffy would not be leaving Marineford alone, even if he didn’t know it yet.
Summary: To survive extinction, races changed to create what we know today as alphas, betas, and omegas. These adaptations altered the world but some things would never change.
Pirates still sailed the seas, Marines sought to capture them and maintain justice, and Monkey D. Luffy was going to become King of the Pirates. The fact that he was an omega and already mated to Ace didn’t change anything, because nothing was going to stop him from achieving his dream. Nothing.
The ASL pirates are used to being accused of crimes they didn’t commit. But when they’re accused of destroying a small village in the New World, it sends them hurtling toward a deadly confrontation with the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard. The results are not what they were expecting.
And now he was choking. Because after all the tragedies, dangers, horrors and deranged psychopaths in his life? This was going to be the way Law left the world: by choking on the complimentary water provided by some café on a New World island that was half colorful coral.
(The Debate of Subtlety and how D’s don’t know the meaning of that word if it smacked them in the face, no matter what Law thinks.)
(Straw Hats + Hearts Pirate + Revolutionary tagalongs goes to meet with a potential ally. Safe to say, chaos ensues.)
His orders are clear. Kill the creature as soon as possible and report back to the base. It’s an easy mission, Sabo’s had one like it countless times. It should be an easy kill, he’s an alpha rank vampire with four centuries of experience on his back. Nothing should complicate his task.
However, this particular case makes it infuriatingly difficult for him to follow his orders. This creature…this mutated vampire is something else, he can’t tell what it is, but somehow it seems as though he hasn’t lost his humanity just yet…
Many hellos at this late hour! (lol its like 1:30 in the morning for me and I should NOT be writing as this time but whatever) I was wondering if you had any fun/random ideas for possible character meetings that could (potentially?) become romantic relationships. Also btw I love this blog, it's given me so many interesting for my writing 😅
Hi! I’m glad the blog has been able to inspire you 😄
●Here’s a mix and match list:
- Carnival or fair
- Amusement park
- Foreign country
- Restricted area
- Area 51
- A UFO
- A bank
- A beach
- A fancy restaurant
- The mall
- Burning building
- Baseball game
- Another planet
- An intergalactic bar
- Underground tunnels
- A car that neither of them owns
- A bus
- Police officer
- Tour guide
- Animal trainer
- Old friend
- High school dropout
- Super hero
● Here’s some ideas based of the mix ‘n match:
• Character A is sneaking into Area 51 when they come across a rogue scientist sneaking an alien out and tries to help the duo.
• Character A goes to bail out B from jail. A makes small talk with random stranger C who’s there to bail out D. It turns out what B and D comitted the crime together.
• Character A is attempting to communicate with a group of people who speak a different language. B notices the struggle and helps translate.
• After dying, A is picked up by a reaper. B is the soul the reaper collected prior, and they have to go with the reaper as he makes his rounds.
• Character A and B are both racing their wheelchairs around, not paying attention, and they run into each other.
• Character A and B attempt to rob the same house on the same night, unbeknownst to the other.
• Charcter A, a celebrity, gets stuck in an elevator with B who doesn’t like A. Their time together convinces B otherwise.
• Character A and B get into the same car that doesn’t belong to either of them in an effort to escape their seperate pursuers.
• Character A pays a 30 dollar library fee in pennies to B, the librarian.
• B saves A from being hit by a baseball at the game and offers A the ball.
• A, a lifeguard, saves B from 'drowning’ in five feet of water.
• While hiking, B helps A get down from a high place, like a waterfall.
• (Alternately^) A falls in a pool of water while hiking and B gives them dry clothes.
• A’s dog is impregnated at the dog park. When the puppies are born, A recognizes what the other species may be and suspects a regular at the dog park, B. A confronts B about child support.
•A sneaks aboard a pirate ship. B, the captain, discovers A. In exchange for freedom, A must work on the ship for awhile.
• Recognzing A from their theater class, B, the director of a play, shoves A out on stage when the alternate and the main part doesn’t show. A ends up improvising and creating a more entertaining scene/ wittier lines than B came up with.
• A and B both have really rude dates at a restaurant. They notice each other’s plight because they’re at tables that are right next to each other, and they ditch their dates at the same time. They go on their own date as to not waste the night.