Rivals To Lovers - Tumblr Posts

The trope of "ugh i hate you, (and liking you)" then proceeds to go on a date w them>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Adam Banks-Enemies to Lovers/Rivals to Lovers AU

Requested by: Anonymous 

This was going to be a story (you know, paragraphs and that stuff) but it ended up being a headcanon, lmao. Hope you don’t mind. 

Also, english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes. 

Warning: Shitty writing 

-So, he is part of the Hawks and you are part of the Ducks 

-Naturally there is rivalry

-You never really get to know Adam or any of the Hawks, but you hated them the first day 

-And you were just as angry as your teammates when Adam joined the Hawks 

-You didn’t wanted to be friends with someone that constantly bother you and your friends

-But thanks to Bombay you gave him a chance, you didn’t trust him at all yet

-In the ice, and out of the ice, you would keep your distance, and you would only talk to him when you needed too 

-So one day he asked your best friend Connie why you acted like that 

“Why she hates me?”

“She doesn't hate you, she is just staying alert”

“Staying alert” For what”

“You used to bother us, maybe she thinks you are still the same person, or you are going to betray us, something like that”

-Since that day, he tried to show you that he was different 

-He would carry your bag 

-He would knock down some guys in the ice if they were going for you

-That kind of things 

-Honestly, he looked like a simp 

-So you confronted him about it 

“I’m doing it because I want to show you that I changed, I am sorry about what I did when I was in the Hawks, ok?”

-Now you gave him a real chance

-Now you talked to him, you would hang out, etc

-He would still knock down guys for you and carry your bag

-You started liking him some time after that

-And then Adam started liking you

-You two looked like a couple 

-Connie and Charlie knew you like each other and they though you both would look cute together, so they pushed both of you to confess 

-Both of you were nervous when the day came 

yes, Charlie and Connie told you and Adam which day to confess

-You and Adam couldn’t really say it, so then you suggested that cliché thing, both will tell that important thing at the same time 

-It took a time for both of you to react 

-Then it was like: 

“You like me?”

“Yes, you like me too?”

“Yes”

-You smiled at each other

-Then…

-BOOM

-Kiss 

-He asked you to be his girlfriend and obviously you said yes

-Then you heard screams, you looked to were they came from and there they were 

-Charlie and Connie 

-Both of you got mad at them, but for a short time, they are the reason you are a couple now

-To summarize the rest, you are very in love with him and him with you, you are both happy and the team supports your relationship

you got married and had kids

Adam Banks-Enemies to Lovers/Rivals to Lovers AU

Requested by: Anonymous 

This was going to be a story (you know, paragraphs and that stuff) but it ended up being a headcanon, lmao. Hope you don’t mind. 

Also, english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes. 

Warning: Shitty writing 

Seguir leyendo

X-Men: First Class (2011) | Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

"There is no me without you" -Xaden Riorson💙

(Like ore reblog, don't repost pls🐲)

Golden Boy

Genre: Hogwarts AU, Qudditch AU, Rivals to Lovers, Gryffindor!Jungkook x Slytherin!Reader

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Warnings: injury, hospital stay (or in this case hospital wing)

Synopsis: You, the Slytherin Seek, and Jungkook, the Gryffindor Seeker, were practically made to be rivals. As it comes to the match that will determine the House Cup, you and Jungkook learn that the line between rivalry and a crush may be thinner than you thought.

﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤

"Golden Boy! Golden Boy! Golden Boy! Jeon Jungkook!" 

You rolled your eyes at the chants coming from the Gryffindor stands. The Golden Boy himself, Jeon Jungkook, flew just on the other side of the pitch from you.

You tried not to let him or the chants distract you as you watched out for the Snitch yourself. It was the biggest game of the year between Gryffindor and Slytherin and would determine who was most likely to win the House Cup.

You lowered your broom as a Bludger flew your way, grazing your ponytail. You heard the Beaters on Gryffindor chuckling and you wished you could grab hold one of their bats and hit the Bludger back towards them. They were just jealous that you were the only Hogwarts Seeker that threatened to de-throne their Golden Boy. 

Jungkook had caught the Snitch in every single match he'd played that year. However, you'd been practicing every night for the past week. You were going to beat their Golden Boy no matter what it took. 

Jungkook dived down on his broom and you followed him, not yet seeing the Snitch. You eyes searched back and forth, but you didn't yet see any gold in the direction he was heading. 

"I knew you'd follow me, cheater," he said, abruptly stopping and turning to face you on his broom. He crossed his arms and gave you a smug look. 

You rolled your eyes. "That's not cheating. That's what you're supposed to do as a Seeker. You watch the other Seeker just as much as you do the Snitch." 

"Ah, you've been watching me? Like what you see?" 

"Jungkook? What are you on about? This is ridiculous." You were about to turn around and fly back down to your usual spot, but instead your eyes widened as you caught the Snitch hovering not far behind Jungkook. 

As soon as you lunged forward on your broom, the Snitch darted downward and you felt Jungkook close behind you.

"Now, who's following who?" you said, smirking. 

The Snitch hovered just below the Gryffindor stands and your shoulder crashed into them as you attempted to slow your broom and reach your arm out. 

Jungkook was right beside you now, his shoulder brushing against your own and his fingertips nearly brushing your wrist. You felt sweat bead at your hairline. You weren't going to let him catch it. He was much too cocky and annoying to win. You knew if he caught the Snitch and won the match in such little time, he wouldn't let you live it down for the rest of the year.

"It's mine, Golden Boy," you said,  your fingers nearly brushing the smooth metal. 

"Wait, Y/N," he said, pulling up on his broom and stopping. 

"I'm not falling for your tricks again, Jungkook."

You continued your descent, and hovered roughly five feet from the ground as you reached out for the now stationary Snitch. Your fingertips ran over the smooth metal. Your victory was short lived, however, as it only took a second for you to feel the Bludger crack against the side of your chest and knock you from your broom.

﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤

"Y/N?! Y/N?! Are you okay?!" 

You moaned as your hand moved towards your throbbing head. Your eyelids felt heavy and you couldn't open eyes. Instead, all you felt was someone crouched next to you, something soft beneath your head, and the Golden Snitch cold against your palm.

"They're coming, Y/N. You're going to be okay." 

The voice was so quiet compared to the crowd who seemed to be frantically talking and moving about. You could practically feel the unrest in the stadium. But, even with all the noise you still recognized the voice.

Jungkook.

﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤

The next time you woke you felt the soft bed beneath you and the blankets pulled up to your chin. You could tell it was dark, not a shred of light permeating through your eyelids. Your eyelids still felt heavy, but the throbbing pain in your head had dulled. 

"He won't leave her," you heard a woman's voice. 

"I think he feels responsible for it," another woman said, you recognized it as the Headmistress. "I don't see any harm in letting him stay the night."

You heard a small chuckle shared between the women before the potion overtook you and you fell back asleep. 

﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤

The morning light flooded through the windows and you finally opened your eyes. You looked down at the white infirmary sheets and your broom which was propped up against the foot of the bed.

You nearly jumped when you saw Jungkook slumped over in a chair next to your bed. He was asleep with his head resting against the back of the chair and his feet propped up on the side of the bed. Brat.

"Jungkook," you said, pushing his feet off the bed.

He immediately awoke and stared at you wide eyed. 

"Y/N! You're awake!" he said, running his hands through his hair and looking down at his disheveled Quidditch uniform. 

"Have you been here all night?" 

He nodded. 

"Did you even go back to your dorm?" You were pretty sure you already knew the answer. The boy was a mess with his greasy hair and dirty uniform. 

He shook his head. 

"Ew, Kookie, you need to smell. You need to shower or at least cast a Scourgify."

Jungkook laughed. "I'm glad to see you're back to normal."

"Why did you stay anyway? To rub in your victory?" 

The boy's face fell. "Y/N, I didn't win. You caught the Snitch. You won." 

"What?" you asked. You had the vague memory of holding the Snitch in your hand, but it was obvious you'd suffered some kind of head injury. You thought you'd imagined the whole thing.

Jungkook reached into his pocket and pulled out the small gold ball and placed it into your hand. It was warm from his body heat and you felt your own cheeks heating as his fingertips brushed across your palm. 

"I kept it safe for you. I found it in your hand after you fell. I can't believe you held on so tightly." 

"Jungkook, I can't believe you--you could've said you caught it and everyone would've believed you. You could've won." 

"I'm not a Slytherin," he said. "I have to lose with pride just like I win." 

You rolled your eyes. "Thank you, Jungkook." 

"You're welcome, Y/N. You finally won against me and," he said, pausing, a smirk breaking out across his face. "I didn't even have to let you."

If you'd had your wand, you would've hexed him into the next century.

(╥ ω ╥) glee masterlist

last updated: 22nd september, 2023 newest: definitely deserved(glee x gn!reader)

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

glee definitely deserved genre: glee x gn!reader, platonic, angst warnings: light violence, light assault, sebastian being an ASSHOLE, not rlly a character x reader synopsis: sebastian wants to take mj, sebastian is being an asshole, y/n's had just about enough of this asshole. finn hudson theatricality rewritten genre: finn hudson x gn!reader, platonic, fluff, sorta angst(?) warnings: finn being sortaaa homophobic, mention of the f slur, finn being a jerk, this is like so bad im so sorry synopsis: reader helps finn make amends with kurt by helping him with his gaga costume. rory flanagan - none yet. joe hart - none yet.

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) ✧ rodrick heffley masterlist

last updated: 25th august, 2023 newest: rodrick before/after pregnancy hcs

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are closed.

band-aid genre: rodrick heffley x fem!reader, fluff, light angst(not really angst) warnings: pillow fights(gasp), rodrick accidentally elbows reader in the face muahahhaah synopsis: rodrick and y/n are playfully fighting before rodrick accidentally hits her in the face. drummer boy genre: rodrick heffley x gn!reader, fluff, strangers to lovers, this is so short warnings: awkward rodrick, reader suddenly getting cocky out of NOWHERE synopsis: y/n and rodrick meet at the battle of the bands, them a bassist, and him a drummer - a drummer boy. things genre: rodrick heffley x pregnant!fem!reader, angst, fluff, established relationship warnings: rodrick's mom being a KAREN, y/n's parents shunned her, greg is nice ??? synopsis: y/n's been kicked out of her parents' house after telling them she's pregnant, and now she lives with her boyfriend, rodrick, and his parents. she asks for money from rodrick's parents to buy things for her baby but they say no. rodrick doesn't take that well. potential genre: rodrick heffley x fem!reader, fluff, strangers to lovers warnings: rodrick is a goofball, y/n's band is named velvet ecstasy(dont ask), the band plays garbage truck from scott pilgrim vs the world mUAHAHH synopsis: the whole point of battle of the bands is for you to win the acknowledgement that you're the best band out of all of the other ones that compete. lucky for rodrick, even if he didn't win that acknowledgement, at least he got a potential girlfriend. meeting/dating rodrick genre: rodrick heffley x gn!reader, headcanons, SHORT AS HELL warnings: kissing, awkward roddy rodrick before/after pregnancy genre: rodrick heffley x gn!afab!reader, headcanons warnings: pregnancy stuff

Old Man

You keep teasing Alastor due to his age, he is about to show you how his age just makes him more experienced.

TW: Swearing, drinking, vomit, blackouts, suggestive themes, old-fashioned chivalry, drunk kissing

No smut, but is very suggestive at the end.

You slam the door to the hotel angrily behind you, causing the door to shutter in a way that would have worried you about breaking it if you had it in you to give a fuck.

"Fucking prick...who the hell does he think he is?!", you mutter under your breath

You run your hand through your chestnut hair. Your demon form was that of a fallow deer, your hair turned a reddish brown color with ears to match on your head. You had little white spots adorning your cheeks, shoulders, and back. The last of your demonic changes would be your luscious deer tail- the same color as your hair with the spots peppered over it- so full that you needed to get all your clothes altered for it.

You make your way over to the bar- where you a hoping the man who instigated your wrath sits- stomping your feed unnecessarily hard on the wood flooring. Just as you were hoping for, the man you most wanted to pick-a-bone with sat in his usual spot.

"Angel!"

"Toots? Back from y'er date already huh?"

"You are sooooo not allowed to set me up on anymore dates! That guy was an absolute menace!", you slump into the seat next to his with an exaggerated sigh. Husk promptly placed your favorite drink in front of you. You smiled and lifted your glass to him in thanks.

"Jeez, 'm sorry toots. I gotta ask- what'd Mikey do that pissed ya off so bad?"

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying not to picture your atrocious dinner date. "He ordered my dinner for me.", you spat as if it was the most egregious wrong ever done to you.

Angel and Husk stared at you with unreadable expressions, glancing at each other before quickly diverting their eyes back to you.

Maniacal laughter suddenly rang out from the other side of the bar- Alastor. You had not even noticed him when you first came in- if he had been there at all. You had a decent relationship with The Radio Demon, you mostly interacted at dinner but had the occasional chat in the library. He seemed to get along better with you than he did most of the other residents-save for Nifty and Charlie- you assumed that was due to being a deer like he was. Herd mentality and all you supposed. Now though, his laughter was grating on your already taut nerves. "Something funny you coot?" Angel's and Husk's eyes widened at your jab- no one had the balls to insult Alastor right to his face like that.

"Yes, very much so Darling. Did it ever cross your mind that perhaps he was just being polite? Ordering a ladies meal used to be the chivalrous thing to do.", he smiled wider at you as you narrowed your eyes at him.

"OK boomer, was it also 'chivalrous'(you used air quotes with your finger) to order her a salad instead of the wings and fries she wanted? The next man who has the audacity to order my food for me will become my meal instead!" You huffed and downed the rest of your drink, glaring over at your fellow deer.

He chuckled smoothly but relented his argument "No, I suppose you are right- that was not the proper way to go about it." You gave him a cocky smile before he continued "However, I must say that you...younger generation of ladies... give up so quickly. Running at the very first small inconvenience." He folded his hands and rested his chin on them, eyeing you mischievously.

"Well, SOOOORRRYY for having standards. Us younger generation ladies are not impressed by minimal effort and do not abide by the misogynist tendencies you old geezers put out", you laced your voice with as much venom as you could. "Mikey can take his Terry Crews in White Chicks vibes and fuck right off!"

Alastor eyed you thoughtfully,"Would you care to join me for a night out on the town my dear? Perhaps having a bit of fun will lighten your mood."

Now it was your turn to laugh,"Sorry gramps, but I fail to see how chaperoning you for your daily nightcap will lift my spirits."

"Hmmm, I suppose I will just need to show you how The Lost Generation cuts loose. Get dressed in something you can move in Darling." He was challenging you, you could see it in that smug grin on his face. Who were you to not indulge the old man?

"Give me 15 minutes.", you smirked at him and raced upstairs to your room. You have been saving a lacy, black party dress for a special occasion, now seemed like the perfect time to break it out of your closet. You would pair it with a pair of blood red pumps for a pop of color, wearing lipstick of the same shade to bring it all together.

You swagger down the stairs to meet up with Alastor at the front door. His smile widens ever so slightly as his eyes apprise you. "You look lovely Sha.", he says sweetly as he takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles tenderly. "Shall we?" He tucks your arm through his and guides you out the door.

You walk in silence for a time, Alastor humming softly to himself. You finally speak up "So, what old saloon are you taking me to?", you smile coyly up at him hoping to ruffle his feathers a bit.

"We are headed to my favorite jazz club Little Fawn", he snickers at your scowl. You hated when he called you that, it was because of your spots. But you were just a different breed of dear- you weren't a fawn! The nickname made you feel like a child. You spent the rest of the walk in silence again- Alastor resumed his humming while you pouted.

The outside of the club was inconspicuous, an old building made of brick and wood with no windows. Just a large, metal door at the center. Upon your arrival a small eyelet slid over to inspect you two, The eyes on the other side widened upon seeing Alastor and hastily opened the door. Once inside, you walked down a short hallway and through another metal door.

The inside of the club was a vast contrast to what the outside was like. It was lively, bodies dancing every which direction and a live band played passionately on stage on the far side. The room was decorated in vibrant reds and golds. A long, wooden bar sat to your left. You could smell the tang of bourbon and puffs of smoke, getting a hint of sweat from all the bodies swinging around on the dance floor.

"Shall I order you a drink? Or would you prefer to do that yourself? I wouldn't want to insult you.", Alastor chortled as he walked you over to the bar. You rolled your eyes at him "What are you drinking?" He raised a brow at you. "I am drinking rye whiskey. I am not sure if that will be to your tastes Fawn."

"Hey, I'm sure I can handle anything you dish out Flapdoodle. I bet I can go drink for drink with you even.", you challenged. Maybe you could wipe that ever-present smirk off his smug face if you could get the old man to pass out. You could handle a couple of whiskey drinks.

Alastor hummed as he regarded you, "Very well, if you insist!", he turned to the bartender "Double rye on the rocks please!" You blanched, double? You were not expecting to be drinking doubles, but if Alastor could handle them then you had a good chance right? You took a sip of your drink, it tasted of spice and dark chocolate and had a pleasant burn on its way down your throat. You were sure if you sipped it you would be fine.

However, Alastor had other plans as he swallowed the entire contents of his drink in one go. Your mouth fell open in shock as you stared at him. Fuck, this isn't going the way you planned. Timidly, you brought your own drink to your lips and swallowed the rest of it, shuddering at the burn. Alastor watched you all the while, and promptly ordered two more drinks. This drink was sipped, but was still drank much faster than you planned.

After a while you started to feel the effects of the alcohol, your body relaxing. You started to sway to the music, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Would you do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor my dear?", Alastor asked as he took your hand, leading you out to the middle of the dancing crowd.

He placed your left hand on his shoulder, keeping your other hand held in his. His free hand held you closely by the waist and he began to swing you around to the beat. You stumbled along, if he weren't holding you so securely you would have ended up on the floor and the alcohol was not doing you any favors. "Oh dear, you a very bad at this!", he teased you. You glared back up at him "Well maybe if you would slow down instead of throwing me around like a lunatic I would be better!", you snapped. He chuckled, but slowed down enough that you could keep up and learn the dance. But once you seemed to get your bearings he sped up again.

This continued all night- the song would change and he would slow down so you could learn the new dance but speed up once you got it. All the while, the only thing you had to drink was whiskey. It did not take long for you to be truly drunk, your vision starting to spin and your movements becoming clumsy. Your legs were killing you, you had definitely worn the wrong shoes for this activity.

"Please excuse me for a second.", you smiled up at Alastor and walked off the dance floor. You exited out a back door you saw people use to take smoke breaks to get some fresh air. You leaned back against the wall, closing your eyes to help concentrate on breathing evenly. You heard the door open beside you but chose to ignore it until you felt a hand on your cheek. You opened your eyes to see Alastor standing over you, his eyes carefully scanning your face. "You truly are as beautiful as a magnolia in May.", he stated before slowly lowering his face to yours.

You gasped into the kiss, losing all train of thought. Weren't you supposed to be rivals? The new vs. the old? In this moment, you no longer cared. He continued holding your face as you grabbed the lapels of his jacket as the kiss continued, it was making you dizzy.

Oh no, you are not just dizzy from the kiss- the alcohol is making it worse. Your stomach started to twist uncomfortably and you had to roughly push Alastor away from you before you turned to the wall and puked your guts up all over yourself. When you were done you stumbled back, vision quickly fading. The last thing you remember before succumbing to complete darkness is a pair of strong arms catching you and the warmth of a chest cradling you.

You reached consciousness slowly, your senses coming to you one-by-one. Unfortunately, the first thing you registered was extreme thirst followed quickly by a pounding headache. You let out a loud groan, turning over in your bed "Fuck" you grumbled out.

A soft chuckle followed by an all-too-chipper "Good morning!" caught your attention. You glared at Alastor over in a chair before mumbling "I am not in the mood for your bullshit this morning.", burying your face in the pillow.

It took you an embarrassing few seconds to register that he was actually in the room with you and was not just a figment of your imagination sent to torture you. You shot up in the bed, making your head spin again. "What are you doing in my...", you trailed off as you took in your surroundings. You were not in your room. The bed you were in was large, with maroon-colored silk sheets. The room had crimson-colored walls with a grand fireplace, in front of which Alastor sat reading the paper. Behind him, the room gave way to a magnificent forest and swamp that made your breath hitch. You were obviously in Alastor's room.

"Al...what am I doing in your room?", you asked as you slowly looked back over at him, heart ready to beat out of your chest in fear of his answer.

"I did not feel comfortable leaving you alone in your room. You were incredibly drunk, I did not want you to asphyxiate if you were to become ill again. So I brought you here where I could keep an eye on you.", he explained calmly, watching your reaction. Your face burned with shame. You had set out to get The Radio Demon to make a fool of himself, but you had become the fool yourself. You turned away, not wanting to see the amusement that surely danced plainly on his face. When you glanced down you frowned.

"How am I wearing my pajamas?", you asked- the accusation plain to hear in your voice. When you glanced back up, Alastor had walked over to stand at the foot of the bed. "Well, I was not about to let your spew into my bed. So I sent my shadows to your room to retrieve your sleepwear.", he explained matter-of-factly.

"Did they change me too or...?"

"No, I did that.", before you could get upset at that revelation he snapped his fingers and you were suddenly wearing socks. You breathed a sigh of relief, you did not think Alastor would violate your privacy like that but it was nice to have the verification. As you sat there thinking, memories of the night before slowly trickled back into your mind. Alastor had kissed you! But why?

Before you could ask any of the million questions running through your mind he sat at the end of the bed. "Sha, I would like to have a rather important discussion with you if you feel up to it." You nodded and waited for him to continue. "Would you be open to me courting you?"

You stared at him dumbstruck "Huh?" was all you could muster out. Was this really happening? Did Alastor just ask to date you?

"I have been admiring you from afar for some time now. I must admit I am rather taken by you. I enjoy our back-and-forth banter and admire your wit. You are such a strong-minded woman, and are not afraid to speak exactly what you are thinking. I would like the opportunity to explore our relationship a bit further if you assent."

Your jaw hit the floor, you had no idea how to respond. Alastor admired you? He wanted to have a more formal relationship? None of this was making sense to you at the moment but your heart was soaring. You had been hiding your attraction to the demon behind your crude jokes about his age. You'd be lying if you said you would not want to get to know him better as well.

"It is rude to stare Dear.", Alastor grinned at you. You had not stopped gaping at him while you processed your thoughts. "Y-Yes, I would be open to that." You shyly smiled back at him.

"One more thing, how much about your biology do you know?", he asked as he shifted closer to you, closing the distance between you two. "What do you mean?"

"Well, in just a few months the cervid mating season will be upon us.", he explained slowly. You crinkled your brows in confusion. "You arrived in hell very shortly after the last mating season. I was not sure how much about your deer form you had learned. If you find our courting satisfactory...I would very much like to claim you this season." He stared at you intently, searching your eyes for your reaction. He was leaning so far into your space that only a few inches separated you. His want was practically palpable.

Your mind went blank again, at a complete loss for words for the moment. This man was just full of surprises. You felt a myriad of emotions- excitement, fear, anticipation, nervousness. But you wanted it, so badly that it shocked you. But, you did not want him to get any more satisfaction at your expense today. So you smirked, "Only if you can keep up you old geezer."

With that you went to get up and dramatically walk out of the room to leave him with his thoughts. But instead you felt your calf muscles strain and knees buckle underneath you. Your legs were so cramped up, damn shoes! Alastor laughed heartily at you as you flushed tomato red. "You are not quite as limber as you ought to be for your age My Doe. Your endurance could use a bit of work.", he tutted at you helping you to your feet. You stretched your sore legs out a bit until you could at least shuffle around.

Before you could turn away Alastor grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him. "A final tidbit of information- did you know that deer can mate consecutively for 72 hours?", he watched as your eyes widened to saucers, leaning in until his lips just barely caressed the fluff of your ears. "If I were you Ma Petite Biche (My Little Doe), I'd begin stretching."

CHAPTERED FICS

With Eyes Wide Shut (We’re Close But Not Enough):

Complete (2/2), 28k, friends to lovers, explicit

Fear of Falling:

Ongoing, (4/9), 67k, strangers to lovers, teen and up

Redamancy:

Ongoing (1/5), 6.7k, strangers to lovers, explicit

For The Love Of The Game:

Complete (10/10), 68k, rivals to lovers, teen and up

Strawberry Sky:

Complete (8/8), 42k, established relationship, mature

Clueless:

Complete (7/7), 31k, friends to lovers, explicit

Mercury Retrograde:

Complete (8/8), 44k, exes to lovers, explicit

My Little Secret:

On-going (1/5), +20k, teen pregnancy, explicit later on

MASTER LIST

Heyyyyyyy can you do a Mickey Altieri x gn!reader and they are both in the same film class and the reader and Mickey are rivals and they get paired on a project together and after they get a good grade on it they realize that they really like eachother and they kiss at the end 😍

But if you do end up doing this thank you so much!!!!!

Also the reader and Randy are besties

I will be back with Stu and Billy requests later ☺️

Mickey Altieri x Reader: happy fools

Warnings: Swearing (probably), mentions of food (no ed), reader doesn’t eat because they have no money to afford it (no ed), reader has money problems, reader has a scholarship that pays for a big part of their living, sucky boss, money problems, mentions of the theater murders and the woodsboro murders, no mentions of mickey being part of the murders but no mention of him not being part of the murders either.

Tags: academic rivals to lovers dynamic, reader dislikes mickey more than mickey dislikes reader, mickey is annoying but loveable, randy is reader’s best friend, cici is perfect and we love her for that, reader ends up liking mickey, group project

Reader pronouns: Non stated.

Word count: 3767

Summary: Mickey and Reader have been rivals since they started college, but they’re paired up for a Film Theory project together.

Author’s note: SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG @alexhostghost. i loved this req!!!!!! rivals/enemies to lovers all the way!!!!!! i think i made this reader a bit more specific with the whole schoolarship and money problems thing, but i hope it's still good and liked <3 also i listened to happy fools on a loop so there you go. graphic is mine !!

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

“No, it’s a perfect example of life imitating art, imitating life.” Mickey interrupted Cici matter of factly, with that assholish grin you had learned to roll your eyes at. Cici opened her mouth to debate that, but Mickey was faster, following with his reasoning. “It’s really not that difficult to understand, guys.”

It all had started when Professor Robinson had asked all of you if you had heard the news of two campus students getting murdered in the opening for the new, flashy slasher film, Stab. The movie was based on true events, which had transcurred at a town called Woodsboro less than a year ago — your friend Randy, from your same major, had been one of the key survivors of that same massacre —; and its reality had quickly become a topic of discussion for your classmates. 

Mickey, one of Randy’s friend and who you barely could handle during classes because God was he always trying to be better than you, and other boys had started arguing that the murders had been a direct consequence of the nature of the film, to which Cici Cooper had instantly replied calling out their absolute bullshit. You couldn’t agree more with Cici, but Mickey’s attitude diminishing what your friend tried to very politely explain had made you scoff and straighten in your chair.

“Life doesn’t and shouldn’t imitate art.” You found yourself saying, rather loudly. Mickey’s eyebrows shot up your way, and you guessed you could continue talking, as now Professor Robinson was looking at you expectantly. “And also, calling that Stab movie is such an overstatement — it’s trash. Even the book on which is based, The Woodsboro Murders? It sucks dick. ”

“It actually happened.” A girl from one of the front rows said, and you clicked your tongue.

For a second or two, your eyes drifted to Randy, who only scrunched his nose slightly to show he was actually listening. You couldn’t imagine how discussing the murders he had seen less than a year ago felt for him, but you weren’t about to stop — and Randy wasn’t one to stop a good debate from happening, either.

“No shit?” You inquired, sarcasm dripping from your tongue, and Cici by your side laughed as the girl that had spoken just rolled her eyes. “What I’m trying to say it’s the writing itself sucked, I can’t do anything about the real story. The thing is violence, and less along murder, can’t be excused by the argument of ‘they watched too many movies’. It just doesn’t work like that.”

Cici pointed at you with a smile on her face. “Thank you!”

“Whoa, there.” Mickey called out from the back of the class, forcing you to turn your head slightly to look at him. “Nobody was trying to excuse it.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Why won’t you just admit that you’re wrong?”

Humdrum bursted into the class, as light whistles and laughter could be heard from your comeback, slowly easing a little grin into your face while you stared back at Mickey. His lips corners also raised, amused with how you had slightly caught him red handed, and you ended up turning your head to the front of the class when Professor Robinson took everyone’s attention by coughing fakely.

“Well, I’m just going to chirp in during my class to remind you that you guys can actually share your opinions outside of class.” Mister Robinson said with a smile on his face. 

When Cici chuckled under her breath, like many others, and nudged you in your side, you just rolled your eyes. You could tell the class was close to end as people around you started subtly gathering their things, and also by the way Mister Robinson glanced at the clock in the classroom before he stopped leaning onto his desk.

“Before you all go,” he said, stopping everyone’s movements. His hand pointed at the cork board in the back of the classroom, rather lazily. “I wanted to tell you that the pairs and subjects of this term’s project are already available for you to check in the back of the classroom. Remember you must do well on your presentations, since it will not only count as half of your grade, but your classmates’ too considering all the subjects will be parts of the upcoming exam.”

Most groaned, but you just looked away and started gathering your things calmly, knowing most of your classmates would rush to the cork board and wouldn’t let you see until some minutes had passed. Mister Robinson had already left the classroom when complaints about the partners or the subjects started to rise between the students, and you only heard half of what Cici was telling to the other girl about her subject, Auteur theory. 

Once you had your things, you lifted from your seat and dodged the other desks and chairs to reach the cork board where, among others, was Randy. You knew you hadn’t been paired up together from the moment he turned to look at you with a funny expression you couldn’t quite crack, and that was truly a pity — you two had grown pretty close for the last couple of weeks since your first project together, in that same Film Theory class.

“You’re gonna like this.” He muttered once you placed yourself by his side, making you frown.

“Why?” You asked, but before he could answer, your eyes started scanning the list printed and hung on the board, searching for your name. Oh. Your lips pursed instantly, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Oh, fuck.”

You could already feel his presence behind you, his stupid and annoying grin as Mickey said, “Looks like we’re gonna have to stop fighting.”

“You could be a great team.” Randy agreed softly as he searched for your eyes, but you rolled them again — it’s funny, you realized as he chuckled softly. It’s funny for him, because Randy didn’t have to work with his so-called rival, you did.

Without saying anything to either of them, you turned around and walked out of the classroom with your mind too occupied with all you have to do other than stay around with a jerk and your friend. Your rent is due and the money from your scholarship is not coming for some reason, and you also have a ton of homework and extra shifts to cover for the lack of money — you literally did not have the time.

You were already out of the building, deep in your thoughts, when you heard someone calling out your name. You recognized the voice, so you barely turned to see Mickey jogging towards you with his backpack on only one shoulder and his dumb camera on his left hand — you didn’t even stop walking, which absolutely made him call out your name again.

“Hey, hold up!” He chuckled with that wide grin of his, the one you were used to rolling your eyes at. However, this time you held yourself back, having done that too many times in the last minutes, and now you actually listened to him, stopping your walking to let him catch up.

Mickey flashed a smile when he reached you, accommodating the strap on his shoulder to make sure his backpack wasn't falling to the ground. “We have to cooperate now, we’re a team.”

“Lucky me.” You muttered, and after checking he was finally willing to walk, you resumed your pace with him by your side.

“When are you free?” He asked, choosing to ignore your lack of enthusiasm. 

You truly didn’t understand it — you didn’t hate Mickey, or you guessed so. He was just annoying to you, always saying the exact opposite of what you said just for the hell of getting under your skin. Just a few weeks of classes, and he had finally won the position of your rival, so his amusement for the situation wasn’t really something you could understand.

“Not today.” You chose to say, head shaking to get rid of your cavilations. If you hadn’t known Mickey better, you could have sworn he looked taken aback, so you added, “But Formalism is an easy theory, so we can start researching by ourselves meanwhile.”

“We still have to pick a date.” Mickey insisted, his head cocked to the side and without taking his eyes away from you.

You snorted softly. “What, do you really have a busy enough life to need everything planned to the minute?”

“You’re not getting rid of me.” He replied with a sing-song, without answering your sarcastic question.

“Do I have to tell you now?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Fine.” You stopped dead in your tracks, surprising him, but he immediately turned to look at you, your arms crossed on top of your chest. “Tomorrow after lunch, outside of the library.”

A smile crossed his face, and you could have sworn he blinked at you as he walked away, saying, “Perfect. See you there, then!”

You were late, you knew, and it irked you. It hadn’t being your fault, if you saved the part in which you had agreed to do an extra shift at your job to get some extra money — you were in dire need of cash, and still, your boss hadn’t paid you after that, arguing he would give you all the money he owed you when the official time had come. So, you were tired, late to your date for the project with Mickey, hungry because you hadn’t eaten in the whole day and with no extra money.

At least you hadn’t been late enough to make Mickey leave from the library doors, which relieved you as you quickened your pace to reach him. Mickey watched you without his usual smile, probably annoyed because of the solid fifteen minutes he had been waiting for you; but he only frowned when you folded once you arrived to his side, catching your breath. Have you been running? — Mickey searched for traces of sweat in your forehead and skin, and he found them, little pearls of rushed sweat that exposed you to him forming near your hairline.

“I’m sorry.” You said, before he could open his mouth, and you tried your best to straighten yourself so you could look into his eyes. “I’m late, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Mickey assured with a curious glimmer in his eyes. His head tilted to the side as he watched you breathe heavily. “Is everything alright? You shouldn’t have run.”

“I didn’t run.” You lied rather dryly, and you pushed your hair off your shoulder and away from your face. The sound that came from your starving stomach wasn’t too loud, but Mickey heard it, which only mortified you more — how more could you embarrass yourself? “Sorry, I haven’t eaten anything today. Anyways, should we–?”

Mickey interrupted you quickly. “What do you mean you haven’t eaten?”

You blinked once, processing his question. “I’m running low on money and skipped lunch to do an extra shift at work.”

“What about breakfast?”

“Mickey, drop it. I had no time, and it's not like my fridge is full. We need to work now, I’ll eat something later.”

When you tried to dodge him to finally go into the library, his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. “You’re not going in there without eating something first.”

“Excuse you?” You hissed, a frown becoming visible between your eyebrows, astounded that he would have the audacity to tell you what you could and couldn’t do.

“If you die, I’ll have a bad conscience.” Mickey replied, with a little smirk that was even more annoying than the way he was trying to control you. It was for a good reason, sure, but still. “We’ll work at a café, where you can have something to eat.”

You scoffed, and moved your hand away from him so he would let go, which worked. “What part of I’m running low on money you didn’t understand, Altieri? I can’t afford lunch at a café.”

“My treat.” He insisted, as his smirk dropped. It made you realize, that gesture, that he was completely serious about what he was saying.

But for some reason, owing him money of all people made you feel terrible. “I’m not letting you buy me food.”

Mickey rolled his eyes, now as equally annoyed as you were. “Then you’ll pay me back once you get your hands on your money, alright? Please? We’re wasting time here.”

You couldn’t help but click your tongue, but when you took a glance at the watch on your wrist, you realized he was right. With your lateness and the bickering, you two had already lost more than twenty minutes in which you should have been working on your Formalism project. He was right, and you hated that.

“Fine.” You grunted lowly, and he only smiled, before he led the way to one of the cafés outside of campus.

It was awkward, having him buy you lunch. You had always liked to think of yourself as a very independent person, and honestly, you thought you were. College life was stressful but a blessing in this aspect, although the money and tuition fees were certainly something worth bawling your eyes for. You had always had money problems and managed and planned your life on campus around that, but it was also true that you had never gone without having something for breakfast or lunch because of having to save money for something more important. Fortunately, that very same morning you had received a warning that your warning would come late but still come, but that didn’t make the fact of having Mickey behind you and watching what you would choose for him to pay any better.

“You can choose whatever.” He said, after you spent five slow minutes trying to figure out which sandwich from the ones displayed in the cafe’s counter would be less expensive. You looked at Mickey from the corner of your eyes, but he wasn’t looking at you, maybe to make things easier for you. “It’s not like I’m gonna go broke for buying you lunch.”

With a hum, you acknowledged his words. You stared at the sandwiches ahead, and murmured, “Thanks.”

After you had chosen two different sets of sandwiches and some juice that looked delicious — and after Mickey had ordered a coffee with a ridiculously little amount of milk —, you carried your tray to one of the empty tables in the back of the establishment while Mickey paid. You put the folder of information you had found about Formalism next to your tray and started eating without waiting for him.

You watched him walk towards your table, coffee mug in his free hand, while the other carried his black wallet. Now that you were eating, you no longer felt embarrassed for having someone paying for your food once, and for a second, you forgot how little you were used to getting along. It’s not like you hated him — if you did, you wouldn’t have let him buy you anything.

“Better?” Mickey asked as he slid into the seat across from you.

Shortly, you nodded. “Thanks. I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“There’s no rush.” He said, before he took a sip of his coffee. When you found yourself staring at him too much, finding his unshaven stubble more attractive than usual, you forced yourself to look away. “I know how expensive tuition fees are.”

“Yeah, well, I have a scholarship. The money should be coming, that’s the thing.”

Mickey watched you curiously. “I did not know you had a scholarship.”

“I do.” You murmured. Outside of class, you had never really talked to him much. He was close friends with Randy, sure, but the timing had never been right between you two — and you were always busy, something for which Randy always teased you. “Anyways, I have been doing some research about Formalism. It’s an easy subject, but we’re going to have to explain it really well.”

“Oh, yeah.” Mickey nodded, agreeing with you, and he once again took a sip off his coffee. “Is that folder what you found? You finish your food and I’ll start reading.”

With a hum, you nodded your head and Mickey leaned in to grab your folder and open it. His eyes started scanning over the documents you had printed, and you went back to focusing on your sandwiches, but you noticed the slight smile that appeared in his mouth once he saw your calligraphy in between the documents.

Mickey was actually someone nice to be around, and you slowly discovered that your rivalry had been wrongly directed to a fake image you had of him. If he had ever been annoying with you, arguing for absolutely every single thing you said, it was because he was that kind of funny; and it was rather easy to befriend him after the hours you spent together on the Formalism project. Sooner than later, your project was finished, and college life continued like it always had before that.

Mister Robinson took a whole two weeks to mark all the projects after all the pairs’ presentations were done. Randy had actually confessed to you, after you and Mickey had explained the theory that had been assigned to you with a slide presentation that had been his idea, that you two had probably been one of the best presentations — after his, of course. It was still a compliment, coming from him.

“Star Trek is better than Star Wars, I don’t care.” One of the girls in your class insisted, prompting a bunch of booing and another bunch of claps.

When you lifted your head from laughing at the improvised debate that had formed something Mister Robinson had said while explaining the main themes in film for the last few years — the poor man was probably sick of these debates, but he always listened, aware it was important for his students to communicate their ideas eloquently —, you found that Mickey was profusely shaking his head at what the girl had said. 

“Star Wars is just George Lucas inserted into a different, low budget and worse Star Trek universe.” Another boy said, backing the girl up, and now it was Randy who was shaking his head.

“Comparing Star Wars to Star Trek is absurd.” Randy said, pitched raised slightly so he would be heard. “Not because of one being better than the other, that’s not the point at all. You wouldn’t compare The Godfather with Goodfellas, would you?”

Even Mister Robinson laughed at that, finding that Randy was right — once again. You just shook your head as you laughed when Cici turned to look at you with an incredulous eyebrow raised, like you could actually control all the shit that came from Randy’s mouth.

“Before you leave.” Mister Robinson called out, his eyes raising to the clock on the wall, like he was used to doing now due to the constant introductions during his classes. The humdrum around you, caused by the people gathering their things, didn’t stop you from listening to what he had to say. “You can find the marks for your projects in the cork board.”

You waited seated, recalling the time in which he had said the opposite — that the pairs and subjects could be found in that same place —, and knowing that you wouldn’t be able to see anything if you went with all the people who wanted to see it right then. It surprised you seeing that Randy and Cici made their ways into the masses of people, and then left once they had taken a peak at their marks.

Once the classroom started to empty, you got up from your chair and walked to the cork board, dodging Mickey and another boy talking back at the first’s desk. Before you made your way to the board, the boy left the classroom, and it was only you and Mickey.

“Mickey.” You called out as soon as your eyes identified your names together, your voice almost coming strained. “We got the highest grade.”

“We did?” Mickey laughed, getting up from his desk and walking towards you, his eyes focused on the sheet of paper. “Oh, holy shit, we did.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, but your voice came out as a mutter. “Wow.”

“We make a hell of a good team, then.”

Holding back your smile, you looked up to him — Mickey wasn’t hiding his smile, letting it shine over you, and you didn’t feel the need to roll your eyes anymore. Lately, as you spent more and more time with him, you had forgotten about your need to be annoyed by him, and instead grew into an urge to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. It was like a positive intrusive thought, although still scary.

You blinked once when he called out your name. “You’re staring.”

“Is that bad?” You let out before you could stop yourself, but you started to feel embarrassed.

Before you could look away or cringe at what you had said, Mickey’s smile turned softer as he looked at you. “You tell me.”

You chuckled softly and looked away while shaking your head slightly. It was weird feeling your heart beat so fast against your chest, but you pushed through the feeling.

“Listen, I still have to repay you for that lunch and I was thinking…” Your head lifted again, so you could lock eyes with him, and you almost went breathless when you saw the intensity with which he was looking at you. “Would you have dinner with me?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Mickey asked, his smile growing impossibly wider.

The nerves got the best of you, as you started to stumble, “I mean, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a date but yeah, it could be if you wanted to–”

“I’d love to go on a date with you.” He said, interrupting your embarrassment, and you smiled as a thank you. Mickey looked so pretty as he lowered his head slightly, like he was telling you a secret. “And I’d really like to kiss you right now, if that’s okay.”

Oh, what a rush of dumb happiness was your body receiving right now.

“Yeah, you can kiss me.” You muttered, and as soon as you said it, Mickey moved closer to you.

His hand rested on your waist, pulling you even closer to him, and his lips pressed against you in the exact same way you had imagined — just a few times before — they would. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him back.

i really need to finish this

when you originally planned to continue the book you’re reading but end up writing for three hours on accident :))))

so i'm a writer. for the past three years, i've been writing a book series about this group of friends that live in the world of hollywood, with the first book being a rivals to lovers, fake dating storyline between two of the most popular young pop acts of their time. i'm so nervous to be more vocal about my book but my main end goal is to get this book adapted so i'm making a larger deal about it. for now, i wanna introduce the two main characters!

alexus johnson. she/her. 22. bi. black. singer-songwriter. six-time grammy winner.

fc: savannah smith

river addison. he/him. 21. queer. brown latino. singer-songwriter. three-time grammy winner.

fc: xolo mariduena

more details about the characters are featured on my instagram (acc name: angelflms_) and the first nine chapters of the rough draft are up on wattpad (acc name: angelflms). moodboards of them are under my "infuriating man and his viper" board on pinterest (acc name: angelflms_)

i will be posting random things and memes about river and alexus and excerpts about them from time to time so be on the lookout!

Okay, as I said before, I'm a writer. My first nine chapters of my book are up on Wattpad and I'm genuinely excited to share the whole thing with you eventually!!! But to hold you over, here is some banter between my characters River Addison and Alexus Johnson that I hope y'all would like:

“You think I’m cute? Why darling, I’m flattered."

"Not your darling, Addison, and trust me, you’re not even cute enough for a pity fuck."

“I don’t want to date her. She's awful!”

"Babe, you ain't too much of a peach yourself!"

"Did someone rail you into oblivion before coming here then, because that bed head looks rough."

"No, though I'm so glad that me having sex is the thing on your mind."

“Wow. For a devil woman, you have a nice place.”

“Thanks,”

"I don’t need any surprises. You could be a serial killer."

“You've known me for years. I'm not a serial killer.”

“Yeah, cause serial killers would admit that they are serial killers.”

river and alexus core (they just got done arguing the hell outta each other - also river's the orange cat)

i made a uquiz where i designate you “____ to lovers” pls validate me by reblogging & tagging with what u get

*2 characters beating the shit out of each other*

Me: omg they’re so in love

brb i have to go put my forehead against my rival’s forehead and intimately glare at them because i simply can’t stand them