diverse book recast: the enemy series by charlie higson → london crew leaders
the enemy is a post-apocalyptic young adult horror novel first published in 2009. The series takes place across London, after a worldwide sickness has infected adults, turning them into something akin to voracious, cannibalistic zombies. In order to survive, the surviving children band into crews and groups, many sheltering in iconic london architectures and locations such as buckingham palace, parliament house and the tower of london. Crews possess their own beliefs and cultures, sometimes incompatible with the other kids around them,leading to street wars and crew clash.
Walking into any waitrose at all:
Me : ahh yess I can feel the connection to them , this was there home
Family : ookay but what do you want to eat
Visiting Buckingham Palace :
Family : let’s get a picture by the gates :)
Me: yes , these gates the very same the Holloway crew walked into and fought their way out of … legendary
Family : is she okay ?
The tower of London :
Me: ahh the home of so many big names
Family : wasn’t it a prison
Me : it was the setting of general Jordan hordern’s amazing rule!!!
Family : who ?I don’t remember that from the tour ..
Hyde Park :
Family: *sitting back and relaxing on grass*
Sarah sit down please
Me : you don’t know what happened here , this was the site of the great battle … someone probably died there … or there .. uhhh all the emotions *dies*
Family :*sigh* next time she stays at home
Summary: Music videos are never completely without Lin taking his girlfriend along.
Warnings: so much romantic crap has been put into this, I apologize
Did I really write a fic about the making of that music video? Why yes, yes I did. This is really short and stuffed with fluff, so you have been warned.
“Bet ten bucks you’re gonna screw up your part.”
“If you say that again, I’m gonna kick you out.”
You laughed, head tipping back, while Lin just glared at you. The two of you were currently at the studio with Jordan and a camera crew, getting ready to shoot another section of the music video. You’d never gotten to see a music video being filmed before, so you probably looked like a dork: gawking at all the equipment and lighting, running your fingers over the piano keys like you’d never seen a piano before.
You thought you’d caught Jordan watching you peer into a camera lens earlier and chuckle to himself. Not that you minded. He was an awfully nice person and you were glad Lin had brought you along (“for moral support,” he claimed). And you could get your revenge on him later. Maybe he couldn’t sing as well if you made faces at him from behind the cameraman….
Your thoughts were interrupted when Lin playfully snatched your ball cap from your head. “Hey!” you protested, jumping up from where you were seated on the piano bench.
“You’re trying to get me to mess up,” he returned. You made to swipe at the hat and he held it up above your head. “You don’t deserve this hat.”
“Lin!” You tried to sound mad at him, you really did, but he was giving you that glowing smile, the one that lit up his whole face. You grabbed at the cap again and he dodged you easily. Your momentum almost sent you stumbling into a microphone stand and you heard Lin snicker. That little— Spinning around, you caught him giving you a deceptively innocent look, as he placed your hat on his own head. You had to admit, he looked cute, with that soft sweater and his dark hair sticking out from under your hat—and dammit, you were getting distracted.
“Gimme that back!” You rushed at him and he swore, hands flying up to hold the hat down on his head. The two of you fought for it like ten-year-olds, you hopping up and down to reach for it and Lin darting this way and that to keep away from you. All the while, both of you were giggling stupidly. A few members of the crew looked on in amusement and someone muttered, “when’s the wedding?”
“Lin, you can’t wear that during the video!”
“Ugh!” You jumped again, finally got ahold of the cap’s brim, and promptly crashed into him on your way there. You yelped as your head bumped into his chest and heard him gasp your name when you stepped on his foot. Staggering back, he let go of the hat to steady you, hands settling on your arms. The two of you took a moment to catch your breath, the hat caught between you. With every shaky breath you took, you inhaled the clean, slightly-sweet smell of his cologne. Stifling a shiver, you shyly glanced up at him through your lashes. His hair was charmingly mussed from you whipping the hat off of him and you bit your lip over a smile.
The smile widened when he cast his eyes down toward the floor, bashful. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said softly. Then half of a giddy laugh escaped him when you stretched up to kiss his cheek. “(Y/N)!”
“What?” you asked innocently, placing another light kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Quit it, this is a music video, you know.”
“And there are cameras—(Y/N)!” He laughed again as you hooked an arm around his shoulders and danced your fingers over the ticklish spot on his neck. His hands went to your waist as though to push you away, but he didn’t. You let your lips wander toward his neck, grazing hotly along his jawline. His tiny gasp and the tightening of his fingers at your hips had you grinning triumphantly. Tilting your chin up toward him, you used your hold around his neck to pull him close.
“Sorry, am I distracting you, Mr. Miranda?” you murmured into his ear.
“I’m going to kill you,” he vowed, even as he turned his head to nuzzle your hair affectionately.
“Nah, you love me too much.”
“And I live with you, so if you kill me, no more of my fabulous cooking.”
Then you both jumped when one of the crew called from across the room. “Hey, uh, loverbirds! We should probably start shooting at some point today!”
Lin shot you a flat look, as though to say “look what you did.” But you only stuck your hat back on your head and gave him a push toward the studio. “What’re you waiting for? Get out there,” you teased.
“Yes, Your Highness,” he flashed back, tossing the words to you over his shoulder as he walked away.
You got your revenge later, when you winked at him from behind a cameraman halfway through the first shoot and he completely forgot his lines.
Requested Imagine: The pack seeing you, a girl who normally never dresses up, extravagantly dressed for prom and their reactions. Anonymous
“Can you zip me up?” you ask the Sheriff as you turn your back to him removing your hair. He zips up the dress and puts his hands on your shoulders.
“You look beautiful,” he says. The Sheriff has always been a bit like your dad, since you lost yours as a child. When you notice that he has tears in his eyes, you quickly turn around.
“Thank you,” you say smiling shyly, “do you think the rest will like it?”
“They are idiots if they don’t.” You blush lifting your dress to descend the stairs. You keep your head down to make sure you don’t fall in your heels, which means you don’t see their reactions until you’re standing right in front of them.
“Hi,” you breathe nervously. You’ve never looked this extravagant. So naturally you’re quite nervous to hear their opinions. Isaac steps forward and quietly slide the corsage onto your wrist. You look around for Jordan, but he isn’t here yet.
“You look absolutely breathtakingly beautiful,” he whispers. Scott steps forward and smiles.
“I don’t even know what to say. I think you look amazing.” He kisses the top of your head.
“Screw beautiful. You’re hot, Y/N,” Liam blurts out, and you can’t help but blush. You turn around to face Stiles and Lydia and await their thoughts on the dress.
“Honestly I couldn’t have pulled off a better outfit myself,” Lydia says hugging you. Blushing even more you thank her for the kind compliment. And then you just need to hear what Stiles thinks. And considering he’s like a brother to you, it’s important he likes it.
“I mean, you look beautiful. But I swear to God, I will make Liam scare away any guy coming near you,” he says being overprotective as always. ‘I love you too’ you mouth to him.
“Are we ready to go then?” Isaac asks opening the door. And outside Jordan is standing in a tux looking better than ever. He walks over to you and intertwines his fingers with yours.
“You look incredibly amazing, Y/N,” he says and kisses your forehead.